Extra’s Survival: Reincarnated with a Doomed Bloodline

"Welcome!" the crimson-eyed figure called out, his voice carrying a warmth that seemed at odds with the overwhelming presence radiating from his form.

Fenix remained silent, his enhanced senses cataloging every detail of this supposed ancestor while his analytical mind worked through questions that defied easy answers. The man's casual greeting felt wrong somehow - too friendly, too familiar for someone who should have been dead for generations.

The silence stretched between them until the figure threw back his head and laughed with genuine amusement that echoed across the peaceful hillside.

"Ha! Is that any way to treat your ancestor?" he asked, his tone carrying the kind of playful reproach that belonged in family gatherings rather than mysterious spiritual encounters. "Here I am, offering hospitality in my humble domain, and you just stand there like a statue. Your manners could use some work, young one."

Fenix's mouth opened slightly, then closed again as his mind struggled to process what he was experiencing. Questions crashed through his consciousness like competing storms - how could his ancestor exist inside a katana? Why did he seem so... alive? What was this place, really? And most importantly, could he trust anything about this encounter?

"I can see those wheels turning," the man said with obvious satisfaction, gesturing toward his own temple with one finger. "Probably wondering how old Uncle Levi ended up having tea parties inside a weapon, right? Or maybe you're questioning whether I'm really who I claim to be?"

The casual mention of his name hit Fenix like a physical blow. Levi Ackerman - a name from family histories so ancient that most members couldn't even verify whether he had actually existed or was simply legend dressed up as genealogy.

"You have questions," Levi continued, his expression shifting to something more serious despite the amused glint that never quite left his crimson eyes. "Lots of them, I'd imagine. But conversation goes better with proper refreshments, don't you think?"

Fenix found his voice at last, though it came out rougher than intended. "We're inside a katana. I don't think tea service is exactly available in here."

"Oh, you'd be surprised what's available when you know where to look," Levi replied with a grin that suggested he was enjoying some private joke at Fenix's expense.

He waved his hand with casual authority, and reality obligingly rearranged itself around them. The grassy hillside dissolved into the dojo's interior - tatami mats beneath their feet, sliding panels that filtered sunlight into gentle illumination, and the profound peace that belonged to places where martial arts had been elevated to spiritual practice. They were seated across from each other with a low table between them, complete with an elegant tea service that looked like it had been crafted by masters who understood that ceremony could be as important as function.

Fenix stared at the transformation, then at the man across from him, then back at the tea service. "That's... not possible."

"Lots of things aren't possible until someone does them anyway," Levi said cheerfully, lifting the teapot with the fluid grace of someone who had performed this ceremony countless times. "Besides, when you're dead and living inside a legendary weapon, the usual rules become more like suggestions."

Steam rose from the pot as he poured amber liquid into both cups, the aroma carrying hints of jasmine and something indefinably exotic. He lifted his own cup with both hands, inhaling the fragrance with obvious appreciation before taking a careful sip.

"Mmm, perfect temperature. I do excellent work, even if I say so myself," he declared, setting the cup down with satisfaction that seemed completely genuine.

Fenix remained motionless, studying the tea service with suspicion that bordered on paranoia. "How do I know this isn't some kind of test? Or trap? Or illusion designed to make me lower my guard?"

"You don't," Levi admitted with cheerful honesty. "Could be any of those things. Could be all of them at once, really. But the tea's still good regardless of my motivations, and you look like you could use some refreshment after all that dying and resurrection business."

The casual reference to his repeated deaths made Fenix's enhanced awareness sharpen with sudden focus. "You were watching?"

"Hard not to, considering you were playing with the katana's avatar the whole time," Levi replied, gesturing toward Fenix's cup with obvious expectation that he would drink. "Fifty-one attempts to master a technique that should have been impossible for someone without mana constitution. I have to admit, I was impressed by your persistence if not your initial methodology."

Fenix finally lifted his cup, though more from thirst than trust. The tea was indeed perfect - warm without being scalding, flavorful without being overpowering, soothing in ways that seemed to extend beyond mere physical refreshment.

"Avatar?" he asked after his first careful sip.

"The being you fought," Levi explained, settling back with obvious contentment. "Physical projection of the katana's will, designed to test potential wielders through combat that pushes them beyond their apparent limitations. Most people who make it that far either give up after a few deaths or get eliminated permanently when they try something stupid."

"And what I did wasn't stupid?"

"Oh, it was completely idiotic," Levi laughed. "Trying to replicate a mana-based technique using aura enhancement? That should have been impossible according to every principle of aura manipulation. The fact that you managed it anyway tells me more about your potential than fifty conventional tests could have revealed."

Fenix set his cup down with deliberate care, studying the man across from him with enhanced senses that detected no deception but couldn't penetrate whatever mechanisms allowed this conversation to occur. "So you're really Levi Ackerman. My ancestor."

"Great-great-great... well, probably more greats than either of us wants to count, but yes. Family tree, ancestral wisdom, genetic legacy - the whole package." Levi's expression grew more serious as he continued. "Though I suspect the stories about me got somewhat embellished over the generations."

"What stories? I've barely heard your name mentioned except in genealogy records that might have been fabricated."

Levi's eyebrows rose with surprise that seemed genuine. "Really? Nothing about the last mana cultivator in the family line? No legends about reaching Paragon rank before my sixtieth birthday? Not even cautionary tales about ancestors who chose power over everything else?"

The admission carried weight that made Fenix lean forward despite his suspicions. Paragon rank - a level of capability that existed more in theoretical discussions than verified history. If this man had actually achieved such heights...

"You're claiming you reached Paragon rank?" Fenix asked, his voice carrying skepticism mixed with reluctant fascination.

"Not claiming - stating as historical fact," Levi replied with casual confidence. "Took me the better part of sixty years to manage it, and the cost was... significant. But yes, I touched the absolute pinnacle of what mortal achievement can accomplish when someone dedicates their entire existence to the pursuit of power."

He gestured toward his own face with rueful amusement. "Course, you'd never know it to look at me. One of the benefits of reaching such heights - aging becomes more of a suggestion than a requirement. I looked about thirty when I died, despite having lived twice that long."

Fenix studied the man's features with enhanced perception, noting the lack of age lines that should have marked someone claiming six decades of life. Either this was elaborate deception, or the implications were staggering.

"If you reached Paragon rank," Fenix said slowly, "why did the family bloodline lose its mana cultivation abilities? Shouldn't someone of your capabilities have been able to preserve the genetic heritage for future generations?"

Levi's expression darkened slightly, though he maintained his casual posture. "Well, that's where the 'cost' I mentioned comes in. See, when you spend your entire life obsessed with personal advancement, certain other priorities tend to get... overlooked."

"Such as?"

"Family. Relationships. Producing the next generation." Levi's laugh held self-deprecation mixed with genuine regret. "I was so focused on reaching heights no Ackerman had achieved before that I never bothered with little details like marriage or children. Figured I'd get around to it eventually, once I'd proven whatever point I was trying to make."

He took another sip of tea, his crimson eyes holding depths of old pain carefully masked by practiced humor. "Turns out 'eventually' never came. I died alone, surrounded by research notes and half-completed techniques that no one else could understand. The strongest Ackerman, taking all that knowledge to the grave because I'd been too proud and obsessed to share it with anyone."

The confession carried enough genuine emotion that Fenix felt his suspicions wavering despite himself. "So the bloodline's decline..."

"Started with my selfish choices, yes," Levi admitted. "Though thank the ancestors others in the family were wiser about preserving the line. Cousins, distant relatives, people who understood that capability meant nothing if it died with the individual. Otherwise you wouldn't be here having this conversation."

Fenix absorbed this revelation while studying the man who claimed responsibility for his family's greatest loss. "Why are you telling me this? If you're really who you claim to be, why reveal something so damaging to your legacy?"

"Because legacy built on lies isn't worth preserving," Levi replied with surprising intensity. "And because you deserve to understand the full scope of what our family has lost - and what might still be recovered with the right approach."

The words hung in the air between them like an unspoken promise, carrying implications that made Fenix's enhanced awareness sharpen with sudden attention.

"Tell me about the current situation," Levi continued, his tone shifting to something more businesslike. "What's happened to our family in the generations since my death? How far has the decline progressed?"

Fenix hesitated, unsure how much information he should share with someone whose motivations remained unclear. But the need to understand his current predicament overrode caution.

"The Ackerman family has lost most of its political influence," he began carefully. "We're still considered nobility, but barely. Most of our territorial holdings have been redistributed to more powerful houses, and our military commitments have been reduced to token participation in domain defense."

Levi's expression grew more serious with each detail, though he continued sipping his tea with outward calm.

"The bloodline's mana cultivation ability disappeared completely several generations ago," Fenix continued. "No family member has successfully awakened a mana constitution in living memory. We've adapted by focusing on aura enhancement techniques, but that puts us at a fundamental disadvantage against houses that retained their spiritual energy manipulation capabilities."

"And Black Star?"

The question hit Fenix like a physical blow, carrying weight that suggested this ancestor understood the full implications of their family's greatest loss.

"Gone," Fenix admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "The technique died with the last mana cultivators. We have theoretical knowledge preserved in family archives, but without the constitutional foundation necessary to channel it..."

"It might as well be ancient poetry," Levi finished with understanding that spoke of personal experience with such limitations.

They sat in contemplative silence for several minutes, each processing the implications of revelations that painted a picture of decline spanning generations. Finally, Levi spoke again, his voice carrying undertones that hadn't been present earlier.

"So they really went through with destroying our family," he said, the words carrying implications that made Fenix's analytical mind focus with sudden intensity.

"They? Who's 'they'?" Fenix demanded, leaning forward with questions that suddenly seemed crucial to understanding far more than just family history.

Levi's expression shifted to something more guarded, though he maintained his casual demeanor. "Nothing important. Just an old man's rambling about ancient politics that don't matter anymore."

"Don't lie to me," Fenix said with heat that surprised even him. "You said 'they went through with destroying our family' like you knew it was planned. What aren't you telling me?"

"Careful, descendant," Levi replied with a smile that didn't reach his crimson eyes. "Curiosity about family secrets can be dangerous, especially when those secrets involve people whose descendants still hold significant power in the current political structure."

The warning was delivered with enough casual authority that Fenix felt his enhanced senses recoil instinctively, but his determination to understand override survival instincts.

"I need to know," he said simply. "My sister is depending on me to restore our family's position. Whatever happened in the past, whatever enemies we made, I have to understand the full scope of what I'm dealing with."

Levi studied him for long moments, crimson eyes cataloging details that seemed to extend beyond mere physical appearance into realms of character assessment and worthiness evaluation.

"Your sister," he said finally. "Tell me about her."

The change of subject felt like deflection, but Fenix found himself responding anyway. "Abigail. She's ten, brilliant, kind, and completely innocent of the political games that have shaped our family's decline. She believes in me, trusts me to find solutions that will give her a future worthy of our bloodline's potential."

"And you'd do anything to protect that trust?"

"Anything," Fenix replied without hesitation. "Which is why I need to understand what we're really facing."

Levi nodded slowly, his expression shifting to something that held approval mixed with concern. "All right. But understand that some knowledge comes with prices you might not be willing to pay. Once you know certain truths, you can't unknow them, and the weight of that understanding will influence every decision you make going forward."

"I understand."

"Do you? Really?" Levi's voice carried the weight of someone who had paid such prices personally. "Because what I'm about to tell you might change how you see everything - our family's history, the political structure of the Human Domain, even your own motivations for seeking power."

Fenix met his ancestor's crimson gaze directly, his own eyes holding determination that had been forged through months of impossible challenges. "I understand. Tell me."

But before Levi could respond to that demand, before he could reveal whatever secrets had shaped their family's decline, his expression shifted to something entirely different. The casual humor returned, mixed with something that might have been anticipation or satisfaction.

"Actually," he said with a grin that suggested he was about to change the subject in ways that would make previous revelations seem insignificant by comparison, "let me ask you something first. Something that might be more immediately relevant to your current situation than ancient political conspiracies."

Fenix felt his stomach drop as he recognized the tone of someone preparing to make an offer that would reshape everything. "What?"

Levi leaned forward slightly, his crimson eyes holding depths of possibility that seemed to encompass futures that defied current limitations. The question he posed carried weight that seemed to press against the dojo's very foundations.

"What if I told you I could give you back the ability to channel mana?"

The words hung in the air between them like a suspended blade, carrying implications that made Fenix's enhanced awareness recoil with something approaching terror. Everything he had struggled to achieve, every limitation he had learned to overcome through aura enhancement and desperate innovation, every assumption about his fundamental capabilities - all of it suddenly balanced on the edge of transformation that could either elevate him beyond current dreams or destroy everything he had built through hard-won understanding.

The tea service sat forgotten between them as ancestor and descendant stared at each other across a gulf of possibility that neither of them fully comprehended.