Chapter 3

Getting down to business, I started my physical training with a regimen that would make Saitama proud.

The moonlit nights seemed perfect for some epic action. I stood there, ready to take on Saitama's legendary workout routine.

The moonbeams felt like they were cheering me on, setting the stage for some serious greatness.

So, I dived into the workout – the infamous 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10-kilometer run. It sounded crazy, but hey, I was up for the challenge.

As I got into the rhythm, sweat began to flow, making me feel like I was hosting a pool party on my skin.

My muscles protested, but I pushed on.

I was like, "Sorry, muscles, but we're in this together."

It was almost as if my muscles were having a protest, and I was the determined leader trying to keep them on track.

Each push-up, sit-up, and squat felt like a statement of my dedication.

With every repetition, I was practically shouting to the universe,

"I'm committed, no turning back!"

It felt like I was earning badges of honor with each move, proving my dedication beyond doubt.

And that 10-kilometer run? Well, that was a whole adventure. Picture me racing against the wind, panting like a dog in the heat – that was the scene as I conquered the great outdoors.

After each session, it felt like a party of victory was happening within me. I stood there, triumphant and ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.

My heartbeat seemed to sync with the universe's rhythm, creating a cosmic drumroll that kept me going.

"I'm on the Path of Saitama now!

Let's see where this journey takes me,"

I muttered, feeling like the next big superhero in the making.

But, surprise surprise, this journey wasn't just about building muscles and crazy workouts.

As months passed and my body transformed through these intense exercises, something beyond the physical started to take shape.

It wasn't just about bulging muscles anymore; it was like I was unlocking new levels of myself – like I was the character in a cosmic video game.

And then came the day I stumbled upon a serene body of water. I couldn't resist stealing a glance at myself.

Call it vanity or curiosity, but I had to see the results of all that hard work.

Moonlight danced on the water's surface, like a cosmic light show just for me. And when I looked at my reflection, I couldn't believe my eyes.

It was like I was looking at a model who'd won the genetic jackpot.

My eyes – silver and gold – seemed to hold the universe's secrets, like I was just a thought away from solving every mystery.

Even my skin looked radiant, like I'd discovered the cosmic fountain of youth.

"I'm shining like a firefly at a party,"

I whispered to myself, feeling like the moon had given me a makeover.

And my physique? Let's just say even statues from ancient Greece would be envious.

My eight-pack abs weren't a mere daydream – they were the result of sweat and determination.

From head to toe, I looked like a walking masterpiece – a real-life Michelangelo sculpture.

The best part? This transformation was my doing – I had shaped myself into a mix of strength, grace, and sheer awesomeness.

But it wasn't just about looking the part; it was about feeling like a hero too.

This journey was about more than just the physical; it was about tapping into my potential, unlocking the secrets of my mind and spirit.

Fast forward three years, and my life felt like a movie montage of determination.

I couldn't distinguish between days and nights anymore – I was consumed by the pursuit of power and self-discovery.

What began as a quest for muscular prowess had turned into a deep exploration of myself.

My mind had evolved into a bustling city, where ideas and creatures roamed freely.

I wasn't just working on my muscles; I was leveling up my mind, body, and spirit. My transformation wasn't just skin-deep; it was a complete metamorphosis.

Every day was a new challenge, an opportunity to enhance my abilities and conquer the seemingly impossible.

My mind had turned into a playground of intent and skills that seemed right out of a superhero comic.

Sword Intent, Sound Intent, Poison Intent – my arsenal of cosmic superpowers was ever-expanding.

I was insatiably curious, always craving more knowledge.

Think of that feeling when you're binge-watching your favorite show – you just can't stop. That was me, delving into uncharted territories.

And in this exploration, two new allies emerged – Parallel Mind and Occlumency.

Okay, they didn't have names like Bob and Jane, but they might as well have. They organized the chaos in my mind, like architects setting up shelves in a library.

Imagine building a bookshelf for the thoughts in my head. These skills acted like mental organizers, sorting my thoughts into neat categories.

Suddenly, my mind wasn't a tangled mess; it was an organized space with labeled boxes.

Intent became my trusty companion – who needs a superhero cape when you've got Intent, right?

So, I honed Intent, nurturing it like a gardener tending to a garden.

Sword Intent felt like a dance – every move was a lethal step.

It was like a graceful ballet, each move a precise strike that even a ninja would envy.

Sound Intent wasn't your typical symphony – it was a symphony of power. Imagine conducting an orchestra that played raw energy and attention-grabbing vibes.

Then there was Poison Intent – it sounds ominous, but it was oddly captivating. If I ever decided to be a supervillain, this would be my signature move.

Ice Intent wasn't about making snow cones; it was about commanding dominance.

Imagine freezing opponents, both literally and figuratively. I'd be the life of any icy-themed party.

Vibration Intent was a silent powerhouse. It commanded attention without being visible.

It's like the cosmic version of "speak softly but carry a big stick."

And then there was the ultimate move – Ittou Shura. Picture raw power combined with killer dance moves.

It summed up my journey perfectly – strength and grace merged into one.

As I delved deeper into my transformation, I drew inspiration from fictional superheroes.

Anos Voldigoad's array of abilities caught my attention. I thought,

"Why not add some spice to my repertoire?" It was like going to a buffet and loading up on all the good stuff.

So, with determination in my heart and Anos's artistry in mind, I began assimilating those powers like a cosmic smoothie.

I nurtured them intentionally, like a caretaker tending to plants.

And then came Ultimate Geass – no, it wasn't about mind control or anything shady. It was about having an all-access pass to my destiny.

This skill wasn't about controlling others; it was about taking charge of my own life.

It felt like having a badge of authority, a cape of influence, and a crown of power.

It symbolized who I'd become – not just a guy with muscles, but a guy with cosmic-level authority and control that even the most Type-A personalities would admire.