Chapter 17: The Extremely Difficult Shatter Magic

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.”

Seeing Mo En’s expression, Gildarts knew the kid had completely misunderstood.

“Itachi won’t die.”

Gildarts smiled as he explained, repeatedly assuring him there would be no harm.

“Really not dead?”

Mo En looked skeptical, but though he still questioned aloud, he already believed Gildarts—he trusted the big guy wouldn’t hurt him.

“But how exactly do Itachi experience this?”

Mo En was curious—could Itachi really shatter your body and then reassemble it? That magic was genuinely bizarre.

“Itachi’ll understand once Itachi feel it.”

Gildarts said no more; he channeled his magic, blue light glowing on his palm, then placed his hand directly on Mo En’s shoulder.

“Hum!”

Instantly, Mo En’s body was enveloped in magic, rapidly transforming into a radiant light sphere.

As the magical glow faded, hundreds of miniature versions of Mo En appeared where he had stood.

Stacked atop one another like a pile of figurines playing human pyramid, they resembled those oversized-head, tiny-body chibi dolls.

“No!!!”

“What’s going on?!”

“What happened?!”

As Mo En realized what had happened, a chorus of chirping voices erupted—all hundreds of miniature Mo Ens speaking at once.

“Ugh~ So loud!”

Gildarts sighed, rubbing his ears in exasperation.

This was probably the biggest flaw of the ability—he couldn’t make the split targets shut up. The noise of hundreds of tiny figures chattering simultaneously was unbearable, especially when they all spoke at once.

Of course, if this had been used on an enemy, they’d have had no chance to speak—they’d already be dead.

At this moment, Mo En was truly stunned.

He hadn’t expected this outcome—he hadn’t been “shattered,” but instead split into dozens of tiny figurine versions of himself!

After the split, Mo En could still control all the fragments; the sensation was surreal—just a single thought, and the “clones” would move in unison with him.

They could attack together, shout together, or even perform different actions independently.

Excited, Mo En kept experimenting, commanding the fragments—lifting one leg, swinging a fist, having a blast.

The little figurines chattered nonstop, each talking over the other; Mo En himself felt nothing, but anyone listening would get a headache.

This strange state made Mo En begin to wonder.

If he trained in this state, would his body, upon reuniting, gain multiplied training results?

“Uncle Gildarts—”

Mo En was about to ask, but Gildarts stopped him, raising a hand and summoning magic.

Under the magic’s pull, all hundreds of miniature Mo Ens were drawn upward, spinning toward a single point before merging back into Mo En’s original form.

As Mo En’s body recombined, silence finally returned.

“What were Itachi about to say, Mo En? Did Itachi have some insight?”

Gildarts asked calmly, watching Mo En’s stunned expression, offering no explanation for why he’d restored him so quickly.

“Uh, I did have a thought.”

Mo En nodded. Though he found it odd that Gildarts had restored him so fast, he didn’t dwell on it—he simply voiced his idea.

“Itachi’ve got some imagination, but I’m sorry—that’s impossible.”

Gildarts looked momentarily surprised—he hadn’t expected Mo En to ask that—but then gave a firm negative.

“Huh? Why?”

Mo En felt disappointed—he’d thought he’d found a way to exploit a glitch for training, which would’ve meant instant hundredfold experience!

“There could be problems when reuniting the original body.”

Gildarts’s expression turned serious—he needed Mo En to abandon this idea. It wasn’t a joke; this was ultimately a combat spell, not a training aid.

Short-term splitting caused no harm, but prolonged separation could lead to irreversible consequences—even complete failure to recombine was possible.

“That’s too bad.”

Mo En nodded in disappointment—it simply wasn’t worth the risk.

With such a short usable time, even hundreds of himself training simultaneously wouldn’t improve efficiency much; the returns didn’t justify the danger.

This strange experience, beyond sparking that idea, gave Mo En other insights.

As magic flowed into his body and manipulated it, Mo En could clearly perceive the flow of that magic.

“The Super Magic ‘Shatter’ is really hard!”

Mo En sighed. Though he’d felt the magic’s movement within him, he gained little true understanding.

In essence, the ability to split a human body was far more difficult than atomically disintegrating a target.

To shatter a target, Itachi only need to violently sever atomic bonds.

But splitting a person into countless tiny figurines involved countless considerations.

And reassembling those figurines back into one? That was even harder.

The Super Magic “Shatter” was nearly impossible for anyone but Gildarts to master—there was a reason for that; it was profoundly obscure, difficult even to begin learning.

“That’s right—Shatter is indeed hard to learn.”

Gildarts nodded in agreement. After all, it was one of the most obscure and difficult Super Magics.

Moreover, Gildarts could confidently say that even if others learned “Shatter,” they could never use it like he did.

Magic depended on compatibility—everyone had different affinities, and those with exceptional talent could sometimes master a magic as naturally as if born with it.

For Gildarts, the obscure Super Magic “Shatter” was one he’d naturally excelled at since birth—he could use it effortlessly, even as a basic attack.

Others attempting to use a Super Magic needed time to prepare and gather magic first.

“Shatter Magic is too bloody and violent—I rarely use it myself, because it gets me covered in blood.”

Gildarts spoke plainly—it wasn’t boasting, but truth. He usually fought with his fists, never casually using “Shatter” to blast enemies into bloody pulp; only true rivals made him unleash it.

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