Chapter 2: Dual Cultivation Of Eternity
"DIE, PERVERT!" Tsunade yelled once again, her voice filled with fury as she hurled a bar of soap at Caelus with all her strength.
Her expression was a perfect picture of outrage—her brows knitted tightly, and her lips twisted into a furious snarl.
Her face was already flushed red, almost as crimson as a ripe tomato, teetering on the edge of outright berserk mode.
If it weren't for her years of experience dealing with Jiraiya's antics, she would have probably exploded by now.
Yet, even with her tolerance built up over the years, she despised this type of behavior.
To her, this level of perversion was enough to make her skin crawl and spark a visceral hatred toward the culprit.
Though she begrudgingly tolerated Jiraiya—if only because he was one of her few true friends—this was different. A complete stranger barging into her private space was enough to ignite all the pent-up anger she had kept buried.
Meanwhile, Caelus stood there, calm as ever, his body relaxed and posture almost casual, like he had just walked into the wrong room by accident.
His icy demeanor contrasted sharply with the fiery rage emanating from Tsunade. He didn't flinch or cower; instead, he looked as though he couldn't care less about the situation.
He was just a chill guy.
A smug grin spread across his face as he caught the flying soap mid-air with one hand.
His tone dripped with arrogance and unshakable confidence as he spoke, his voice carrying a certain charm that in his own world have made him seem irresistible.
"Don't get too cocky, peasant," he said, each word laced with derision as if mocking her very existence.
Without missing a beat, Caelus hurled the soap back at Tsunade with startling precision and force.
The impact made a loud thunk as it collided with her forehead, momentarily throwing her off balance.
"AHHH!"
Tsunade yelped softly as the soap struck her forehead, her voice carrying a mix of pain and indignation.
Instinctively, she rubbed the sore spot with her right hand while her left hand quickly moved to cover her chest, her movements sharp and defensive.
It didn't hurt much—it was just a bar of soap, after all—but the sheer audacity of this stranger was enough to make her blood boil. She gritted her teeth, her anger simmering as she glared daggers at the man.
Before she could unleash her wrath, Caelus, still standing there unfazed, raised his right hand and extended his index finger.
His cold, confident gaze locked onto her as he uttered a single word, his voice dripping with disdain:
"Peasant."
From the tip of his finger, a small marble-like ball began to form, seemingly made of invisible energy that swirled and condensed out of his body.
The glowing orb shimmered faintly as if charged with raw power, pulsating ominously at his fingertip.
'Go,' Caelus thought, and with a flick of his finger, the marble shot forward like a bullet. It zipped through the air and struck the surface of the bathtub water where Tsunade was still seated.
The moment it made contact, a crackling burst of energy erupted through the water, sending a sharp jolt coursing through Tsunade's body.
"AHHHH!" she cried out, her body jolting as if she'd been hit by a stinger. Her muscles tensed involuntarily as the spell sent small ripples of electricity dancing across the water.
This wasn't just a random attack. The energy ball was a lightning-based magic spell Caelus had mastered, designed specifically to deliver a sharp, stinging sensation rather than lethal damage.
And considering the fact that Tsunade was sitting in a tub full of water, he had calculated this move within seconds of assessing the situation.
he spell continued its relentless assault, crackling through the water until Tsunade finally passed out, her body slumping limply in the tub.
Caelus, The chill guy, stood there watching her with an air of complete indifference.
He didn't so much as blink as the once-raging Sannin succumbed to unconsciousness.
For him, this was nothing worth getting worked up about. Tsunade was just another fool who let her emotions cloud her judgment—a stupid woman, as he saw it, too blinded by anger to think clearly.
In his world, such impulsiveness would have been a death sentence.
If I'd acted like that during the great political struggle with my siblings, he mused, I wouldn't have lasted a day.
The countless schemes, betrayals, and silent assassinations of his past had forged him into someone who treated anger as a luxury he couldn't afford.
And if he had somehow survived that, the Great Purge would've surely finished him off.
"...…" Caelus didn't say a word as he let out a slow breath, his sharp eyes shifting to his right hand.
He flexed his fingers, his gaze seemingly focused on the empty space above his palm.
He was searching, his thoughts now locked on something far more important than Tsunade or her outburst—the golden scroll.
The scroll was tied to the legendary Pax Gloriosa.
Anything remotely connected to him held immense significance, and Caelus knew it better than anyone.
Centuries ago, it was said that a man had stumbled upon a single page from one of Pax Gloriosa's battle tactic books.
With just that fragment of knowledge, the man had nearly toppled an empire that had ruled unchallenged for thousands of years.
What was his name again? Caelus wracked his brain, his expression briefly flickering with mild irritation. Napoleon Blownapart or something like that? he thought with a shrug.
He couldn't quite remember, and frankly, he didn't care enough to try. To him, history was a tool, not something to revere.
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"WHERE IS IT?!" Caelus yelled in his mind, his calm demeanor shattering as panic surged through him. His eyes darted to his hand, frantically scanning the empty space where the golden scroll was supposed to be.
It should be here… It has to be here! he thought, his chest tightening. The overwhelming dread clawing at him was almost enough to send him into a mini heart attack—or maybe a massive one, depending on how much regret he was about to feel in the next few seconds.
Before his spiraling thoughts could completely consume him, a soft, resonant voice echoed in his ears, freezing him in place.
{Congratulations. You have been selected as the sole user of the Dual Cultivation of Eternity.}
As the voice spoke, a shimmering golden scroll materialized before him, floating in the air like a divine artifact. The elegant golden hue pulsed softly, exuding an aura of power and mystery.
{Please enjoy the experience.}
The voice continued, calm yet authoritative, as the text on the scroll began to shift and change. The once-etched words disappeared entirely, the scroll now blank save for its luminous glow.