In essence, Confucianism showcases balance in everything, Taoism highlights fluidness in movement, and Legalism focuses on pure attack power.
The Legalism style was, of course, later found by the Protagonist.
The Confucianism style would be discovered by the "Rock," a future top ten hero.
And the Taoist art was to be used by the Elf Prince.
All three were already taken.
As the creator of the book...I’m at least entitled to one of them, right?
But what happens to this world...then? Will the story change?
Shaking the thought, I quickly shook my head and arrived at the train station, simply scanning the identification picture on my tablet to enter.
I had ensured the hero party was already more than strong enough to defeat the Demon King at the end to avoid people from complaining about plot armor.
So, weakening one character a tiny bit shouldn’t change anything.
My legs trembling with excitement, I headed to one of the booths, flashing my identification, and said.
"A ticket to Yunhe, the Cloud River City."
Seeing the infamous 4-axis symbol, the attendant immediatly adjusted her posture and forced a smile while handing me a piece of paper.
When the protagonist first displayed his student ID to get a free train ride, the attendant immediately questioned him suspiciously, believing he was a fraud trying to freeload.
Standing before the train doors, I forced a smile, despite every instinct in my body telling me to run.
After all, not even an hour ago at this point, I had plummeted out of one.
But...as if mocking me, a familiar screen stood before my face.
"Yeah, yeah, I fucking get it."
Dispersing the screen with my hands, I pulled a notebook out of my backpack and began drawing.
The art that best suited my innate ability had to be the Taoist one.
With my ability to predict attacks, combined with the Taost art of creating counter-attack movements to perfectly avoid opponents and do damage, I could become untouchable, quite literally.
Anyway, the "glass cannon" was off-limits due to my already-lacking stats. The only reason my protagonist had been able to implement that art was because of his SSS-ranked potential, allowing him to grow all of his stats to an unbelievable level.
As for Confucianism, I felt that rather than having a nice balance, it would be better to go all in on something and perfect it.
Perhaps...that was just some of my lingering regrets showing themselves, though.
What if I had ignored academics and college for writing?
Sighing, I checked the train map on the wall and found the correct train.
Unfortunately, I had never written about someone obtaining the "Dance of Ten Thousand Streams."
I had simply mentioned that the elf prince had acquired it near a waterfall in the Cloud River City.
As a regular train in this world, the speed of a bullet on Earth, rushed into the station, the resuming gust of wind blew back my onyx-black hair.
When the train doors opened before me, I swallowed my breath and found a seat amongst the crowd, leaning backward while hugging my backpack.
Within moments, the train buckled and took off, but unlike Earth, the experience was seamless.
It didn’t feel as if I were moving; my body stayed completely still in the seat, not being dragged in any direction. The source of this content ɪs NovelHub(.)net
There wasn’t even a sound!
The interior of the train was spotless as well, seats equipped with clean cushions and, thankfully, poles padded to prevent anyone from bumping into the metal.
Looking out the window behind me, all I could see was the light-blue sky, full of pure-white clouds, and the shining sun.
Soon, though, my gaze drifted away from the window as I found myself in a precarious situation.
Noticing tens of lingering gazes on me, I awkwardly looked around and examined my reflection in the opposite window.
Is there something on my face?
Why is everyone staring at me?
Was this guy I possessed some type of celebrity...?
"Ah, why the hell are you still here!?"
Shaking off the holographic bank menu, I awkwardly gazed down.
At that moment, I noticed a gold coin suddenly drop from the person’s bag across from me.
However...there was something else.
As a burning sensation appeared in my eyes, as if I were looking at the sun, a holographic line appeared from the penny.
Then another...and another.
Until there were five holographic lines all stretching from the falling penny to the floor.
Then, tracing the leftmost line of the five, the penny dropped to the right floor.
My innate ability...interesting.
If it’s an upgraded...Can I see the trajectories of...humans too? Will there eventually be only one line?
Snapping me back to reality, I felt a sudden pressure on my shoulder.
When I looked up, the passenger to my right, her cheeks red, pointed at the symbol on my backpack and suddenly asked.
"A-are you a student at Axis Academy!?"
Despite ranking extremely low at the academy, I was still among the 2,000 first-year students admitted to the world’s most famous and prestigious hero academy.
Producing almost 50% of the top 1,000 current heroes, the academy, located just off the shore of the capital city, was known all throughout all realms.
With state-of-the-art facilities, including futurist AI technology to create robots to spar with, and reputable professors, the academy had an entire island to itself, secluding itself from the real world.
So, it was quite rare to see a student out in public.
Nodding my head, I awkwardly placed my backpack behind me, hiding the logo.
Awkwardly turning away as the train came to a stop at another station, the girl got up and said, her voice trembling slightly.
"I-i hope you become a famous hero!"
I had no intentions of becoming a "hero."