Chapter 208: Osho vs Jane IV
Osho vs Jane IV
Nora decided to stop playing
For a while, the armadillo had been... well, let’s say polite about it.
She swung, she tested. A barrage of projectiles here, and a swarm of nanites there, a lazy roll to bait Bedrock into overcomitting. It was all calculated and precise, though, with her attacks having a quiet calculation to them despite the apparent lack of real effort.
However, as time progressed, her inability to break past Bedrock’s defenses slowly pulled her from her lazy haze, and a touch of curiosity started to enter her movements.
It was gradual, but suddenly, she was putting more effort into her attacks. If she used her body directly, she increased her speed and power. If she used magic, she increased the quality of said magic while making it more complex.
And yet, no matter what she did, Bedrock didn’t budge.
No matter how hard she struck, it made no difference. It was like attacking an indestructible wall that refused to fall no matter what one did.
It would have been frustrating. But not to, Nora. No.
She was fascinated.
To be clear. This wasn’t some special behavioral trait the armadillo had. If she had something unique about her, it would be her relative laziness. However, as a beast, she had an instinctive actual understanding when it came to rank differences and hierarchies between, well, beasts. Ordinarily speaking, she could speed blitz virtually any beast at the Adept rank.
But not Bedrock.
Somehow, the Gorilla blocked everything she threw at him with relative ease. Even if the potency of the attack was enough to cause widespread destruction, he simply took the attack and thrust with his spear.
He didn’t even seem pressured, and that fascinated Nora.
As such, she started to kick things up a notch more and more. And still, nothing worked. Moreover, the earth itself moved to defend him, but he never truly made an effort to attack, and she quickly realized that it was due to two reasons.
One, Osho was right behind Bedrock, and it was difficult to fight while defending someone attacking the same time, so the Gorilla just committed to defending him and only attacking when the opportunity presented itself.
As for the second reason. Well...
Bedrock was using her to train.
He rarely got a chance to fight against a creature that was of a higher rank than him, but also wasn’t so strong that he got eviscerated the moment the fight began. This was a great opportunity for him to improve the way he fought, and he was using it to its fullest extent.
Not that Nora minded. It just made her more intrigued.
It didn’t matter what angle she struck from or how hard she struck. It didn’t make a difference, as his defenses were totally ironclad.
It was when she realized that conventional magic or physical attacks would do nothing to Bedrock that she finally decided to stop playing around.
It has been mentioned many times that it’s at the Elite Rank where creatures are able to impose themselves on the world.
But what exactly does that mean?
Well, it has to do with two things.
Will, and concepts.
Simply put, will wasn’t just determination or stubbornness. It was the ’expression of self’, so to speak.
The stronger the declaration, the more the world is forced to acknowledge it.
From the Novice to the Expert rank, strength and Mana dictated how strong a creature was and how much they could influence their environment. But as soon as a creature reached the Elite rank, their very existence begins to twist the rules around them.
It was subtle at first. The way the air would thicken wherever they looked, how light bent slightly around their bodies, the almost invisible ripples of intent that bled into their surroundings. However, it grew. And when will was paired with something else... something deeper... more fundamental, well. It became kinda scary.
That "something" was concepts.
Not to be mistaken with core natures. They are similar, yes, but Concepts exist on a far more... fundamental level.
They were the truths that lay beneath an Affinity. Their foundations, if you will.
For instance, take fire and lightning. Both of them would possess the core natures of heat, and yet, they are two different affinities. Why? Because the underlying concepts between each of them were different.
For fire, its concepts were consumption and transformation. Taking something and transforming it to fuel itself.
As for lightning, concepts like sporadicity made up its complex.
Something like water wasn’t just flow. Adaptation would also fit in there, too.
As for Metal, Nora’s Affinity, order, endurance, and control were the underlying concepts within them.
When a beast’s will was strong enough, it could wield the concept tied to its Affinity. Not just casting it, but using it like one might wield a blade.
And when will and concept came together, the results tended to be absurd.
If the will was the vessel that would carry the concept outward to accomplish a task, the concept was what gave the will shape and form to manifest within the world.
And that’s what the idea of World Imposition was.
It wasn’t just strength, it was a sort of dominance that existed on a metaphysical level.
When a creature imposed itself upon the world, its presence became a law within the occupied space. Its Affinity was no longer just a tool, but an extension of its existing. Every movement, every attack, every block, every breath, they all carried that unseen
For those unable to impose themselves upon the world, fighting those who could was like trying to resist gravity. It didn’t matter how strong you were physically if the world itself pressed down on you.
Which is what Nora was doing.
The lazy haze in her eyes vanished entirely as it sharpened.
The ground beneath her rippled faintly, like an invisible weight had settled on it. The nanites went still, and the hum of mana seemed to quieten as though a ruler had raised their hand and called for silence.
It wasn’t Mana suppression or any sort of attack. It was simply her existence proclaiming the space around them as hers.
’There it is.’ Osho narrowed his eyes as he felt the shift. He’d been expecting this eventually, but it was actually happening.
There’s a reason why creatures ranked at the Elite level were held in such high esteem despite not being the strongest. It was that stage where the rules began to bend around them, where power stopped being something they used and became something they were.
At that point, an Elite wasn’t just "strong." They were an argument made manifest, a declaration of how reality itself should be, and the world listened.
Nora’s declaration was simple. "Order exists where I stand."
The ground under her solidified unnaturally, and even the air seemed to arrange itself into invisible patterns of precision and control. The subtle hum of the nanites that had once danced around her turned into a synchronized chorus, moving in perfect harmony, like a metallic choir directed by an unseen conductor.
The world, every mote of mana, every grain of soil, began to obey her.
Osho felt it at once. It wasn’t just pressure. It was structure. Every instinct he had screamed that his movements, even his thoughts, were being catalogued and patterned, like the air itself was trying to fit him into a perfect equation.
Beside him, Bedrock shifted.
The towering gorilla’s usually calm expression shifted slightly, his eyes narrowing beneath his visor, his breath deepening. The armor plating over his body groaned faintly as mana surged through him, and Osho felt the pulse through their bond.
Bedrock didn’t understand what World Imposition was in words, but his instincts recognized it. The world had just decided that it didn’t belong to him anymore.
And Bedrock didn’t like that.
The earth rumbled faintly beneath his feet, dust rising from the cracks. The air vibrated, not with resistance, but defiance.
Nora tilted her head, her gaze calm, clinical.
"Oh?"
The word left her mouth almost playfully. It was a bit strange hearing a beast speak, but that was the least strange thing happening. She raised her limb, and as she did, the nanites swirled up her limb like liquid mercury. The entire construct shimmered, lines of metallic light coursing through it, and then she thrust forward.
A soundless wave erupted outward.
It wasn’t visible to the naked eye, but the world moved. The soil split, the rocks fell, and the very air seemed to move forward, compressed into a line of perfect, absolute force.
Osho didn’t even have time to react before Bedrock’s shield shot upward, both hands gripping it as it grew roots into the earth.
The world exploded.
The sound came after the impact, a deep, concussive boom that felt less like a noise and more like the roar of the earth itself.
Obsidian and splinters flew in every direction, waves of energy rolling outward. Osho instinctively shielded himself with mana as the storm passed.
When the dust settled, the scene was... staggering.
Half the bowl where the lava was had been gouged clean, an additional crater of smoothed, glassy earth spread dozens of meters wide.
And at its edge stood Bedrock, his massive frame unmoving. His armor smoked, his forearms quivering slightly from the force, but his shield remained planted, unbroken.
Osho’s lips curved upward slightly.
"He tanked that," he whispered, a wide grin aplearing on his face.
Across the field, Nora’s eyes widened. A look of intrigue appeared in her otherwise neutral expression.
Her eyes flicked to Bedrock, then to Osho.
"...He’s still standing."
For the first time since the fight began, the lazy amusement was gone. What replaced it was genuine respect, and something dangerously close to excitement.
She took a step forward, and the ground hummed under her paw.
"That’s... impressive."
Osho frowned slightly, readying himself for whatever came next.
Because something told him that this was no longer just sparring.