MHA: Sword God

"It's transformation type." Ken said with a smile in his eyes.

"Transformation? That's not bad at least it can promote your physical fitness by a little bit, although it can't keep up with the mutant type."

Momo's eyes were a little sad, but she still had a hint of encouragement in her voice.

For a long time, under Momo's constant questioning, Ken only faintly revealed that his quirk was about recovery, without saying too much.

He then pointed out that the side effect of his quirk was that the body would be overflowed with alcohol, which would make him drunk.

After speaking, Ken did not shy away, and said bluntly, "Sister, help me make a hip flask."

"Huh?" With eyes wide open, Momo couldn't understand what Ken was trying to do.

"Since it is a side effect, I should be able overcome it, right? Think about it, if I am used to alcohol, it won't affect me, right? By then, it won't be a hindrance for me."

Momo was not stupid. She had achieved excellent grades since she was a child.

She had a faster brain than most girls. After only a while, she understood Ken's idea.

She sighed helplessly. Ken was very picky, and after some time, Momo finally produced a flask that satisfied Ken.

The bright white flask was the suze of just two palms. A red string was tied to the opening of the flask.

Under the red string, complicated patterns could be seen.

Upon closer inspection, a few small engraved characters could be seen, "I have wine now, I am drunk"

Holding the hip flask in his hand, Ken poured it towards his mouth happily.

But, after a while, looking at the flask without a drop of wine, Ken's face stiffened slightly, and he looked at Momo unlovably.

"I haven't studied the recipe of wine, I can't create it."

Ken hadn't said anything yet, but Momo waved her hands.

"Sister, you are really my sister."

Ken's eyes suddenly flashed a look, and without a word, he rushed upstairs.

In this world, Internet also exists.

Ken looked for some information about some high quality wines.

"Romanee Conti wine is rare and precious, and it has monopolized the throne of the world's number one wine for many years..."

As Ken read, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

In his previous life, he liked to drink, but the poor can't live the life of the rich.

The real famous wines were outside his reach.

But now, things were no longer the same. Looking at Momo behind him, Ken pointed at the formula he had searched for with a look of enthusiasm.

"You are really amazing!"

Momo looked at what Ken had searched for with an angry but helpless look.

In the end, under Ken's persevering gaze, Momo sighed, "The wine I make will probably be fresh, and it won't be full of mellowness."

Ken shook his head, saying that he didn't mind at all.

For a long time, he looked at the bottle full of wine in front of him.

It was almost fully black in color.

It looked a bit like ink at first glance, but it exuded the tangy blackberry and blackcurrant aroma.

It was smooth and lively, and the fruity aroma was thick and delicate.

'Good wine.'

This was a really good wine, it smelt silky smooth. It was hard to imagine what it would taste like.

Licking the corner of his mouth, Ken gave a small peck.

"Haha!"

Obviously it was wine, but it had the spicy taste of white wine maybe because it hadn't been baptized by time.

It tasted extraordinarily flavorful. But, it was of course not as good as he had expected.

However, this was enough. Ken was not addicted to alcohol. He just liked the taste of wine.

While enjoying the taste of wine, he could also overcome the side effects of Super Healing.

Drinking too much alcohol wpuld cause him to build some resistance.

Ken was even thinking about whether to develop something like drunken fist in the future.

Maybe drunk sword would be a good idea.

Carrying the flask, Ken walked to his bed.

Ken was also a sword lover. In his private bedroom, several long swords were displayed.

Taito, Shinto, Showa and Hyundai swords were present here.

Four different styles of swords were quietly lying in four differnet places.

Ken pulled out a sword, and a cold moon-like light flashed across the room.

"It feels good."

The most difficult thing about mastering the use of a sword is to balance power and speed.

A powerful slash is slow, and a fast slash lacks power.

The two resist each other, but if one is skilled enough, the two can be balanced.

At the same time, a line of small characters appeared in Ken's mind.

[Taito: Chrysanthemum Yizong

The general term for a series of Japanese swords made by the swordsman Norizu after the Kamakura period.

The blade is extremely long and thin.

Legend has it that this blade has drunk a river of blood.

The blade is engraved with the 16-petal chrysanthemum family pattern representing the royal family, and the horizontal pattern is carved under it, hence the name.

"Does the Smart chip work like this as well? It sorts the known information into words and prints it in my heart." Ken said in surprise.

Regarding the famous standard sword lying on the edge of the bed for a long time, Ken knew that it was "Chrysanthemum Yizong" and had a blade length of 128 cm and the front blade width of 2.6 cm.

It was a rare special sword, but he don't know why the smart chip did not work like this before.