Chapter 121: True Na
Zara HeartWeaver.
The mont Noah spoke those words, the mont he chose her na and said it aloud—
Sothing stirred.
The Akashic Records—how could they stay silent in this mont?
Especially when Noah was involved?
They couldn’t, so—
{Ding! Ding! Ding!}
{Noah Weaverheart, you are attempting to na a being that is not one of your creations.}
{A na is an identity. Sothing tied to one’s very existence.}
{Changing her na ans changing her identity.}
A pause.
Then, the Akashic Records sent a notification to each of them—Noah and Zara:
{Do you wish to continue?}
Noah said nothing at first. He looked at Zara, letting the choice rest with her. After all, it was her na.
But Zara just smiled.
"HeartWeaver? I like it a lot."
Noah had told her: Take the first step, and you’ll see it’s not as difficult or as scary as you think.
She had already taken that first step—so why would she fear this one? Why fear changing her na, her existence, when she was finally happy?
She was determined to never beco her old self again.
"I wish to continue," she said softly, firmly. "I wish to change my na to HeartWeaver."
"From now on, I am Zara HeartWeaver."
Her mind was set.
Her heart settled peacefully in her chest.
Noah smiled proudly at her, giving her a thumbs-up.
{WONDERFUL!}
{You have changed your very na, your very existence.}
{Your new recorded na is now Zara HeartWeaver.}
{For this feat—for your courage to let go of your past self, for your determination to transform—you have received a title.}
{Title received: The Weaver of Hearts.}
Zara’s na changed—and instantly, she felt the difference.
Sothing deep inside her shifted.
Altered.
And now she felt... stronger. Liberated. Happy.
But Zara wasn’t the only one receiving sothing from the Akashic Records.
{Noah Weaverheart, you are the cause of this change.}
{Your presence and words were worthy.}
{You were worthy. You are worthy. You will be worthy.}
{You have accomplished feat after feat impossible for a being of your world and level of existence.}
{The Akashic Records are amazed by you.}
{You have received a new trait as a gift.}
{Trait: The Giver of Na.}
{Truly, you are fantastic... Noah.}
{Current state of existence: 9000.}
{Next threshold: 20000.}
The notifications fell silent.
Noah looked at them and couldn’t help but smile.
’The Akashic Records don’t seem so robotic now, do they?’he mused inwardly.
’Right, system?’
[Indeed.]
’Any idea why?’
[That’s how it responds to worthy beings. You are... a being of interest.]
’So that ans there’s a being—or several beings—behind it?’
[Don’t bother with that. You are far too weak, Host, to investigate the Akashic Records.]
Noah chuckled softly, unsurprised. What a cliché response.
’Never mind then. I’ll figure it out eventually... if I don’t die first.’
He laughed, not really believing death was coming for him anyti soon.
Give the new trait description.
[The Giver of Na: Your words carry weight. They are recognized by the Akashic Records. You can now bestow a "True Na" on people, and that na will grant them ability tied to it.
Note: Applicable only to your won.]
Noah’s eyes flew wide. "WHAT??" he blurted, shocked.
Zara imdiately looked up, concern flashing in her eyes. "What’s wrong?" she asked, hurrying over.
The worry in her face ward Noah’s heart.
"Nothing," he murmured, pulling her into his arms. He hugged her close, their heartbeats falling into a gentle, perfect rhythm.
Zara lted into his embrace. She had never known that being held by soone you love could be so peaceful... so addictive.
With a soft sigh, she closed her eyes, resting quietly.
After all the crying, after all the emotional storms, she deserved rest.
Soon, she drifted into the dream world, slipping away peacefully.
Noah watched her and smiled.
Then, his thoughts turned back to his new trait.
’System, even if I’m used to being overpowered—but this feels like a lot. Isn’t this basically like giving titles?’
[Not quite. A "true na" is different. Every higher being has a true na. Sotis it’s one of the titles the Akashic Records assigns; sotis it’s a na they choose themselves. But the fact remains: a true na is unique, unchangeable, and tied to you forever. Titles, you can stack infinitely—true nas, you only get one.]
[A true na also reveals, in a sense, your divine attribute.]
[That’s why higher beings don’t reveal their true nas unless they’re deeply close to soone.]
[And you, Host, only have the authority to na your won. Granting the power to na anything or anyone else would be too much.]
Noah nodded thoughtfully. ’A true na, huh...’
If a true na revealed the attribute of a higher being, then— ’I can give my won the most absurdly powerful true nas to match their specialties, right?’
He smirked, already plotting.
Honestly, he didn’t mind that he could only na his won. That was enough.
He smiled, glancing back at the sleeping Zara.
"You’ve given so much," he murmured.
He couldn’t help but caress her cheek tenderly.
In her sleep, Zara smiled at his touch.
And Noah smiled, too.
Honestly—
Zara might just beco our new favorite.
Right?
...
Elsewhere, at the training grounds of the Apex Academy—
Aphasia sat cross-legged on the ground, her breathing calm, her body still.
All around her, basic elental spirits danced and chirped, their tiny voices filling the air.
But among them floated another presence.
A rare one.
The shadow spirits.
Thanks to the bracelet Noah had given her—Shadowy Love—she had managed to win the shadow spirit’s trust.
Not command. Not domination.
But trust.
Now, they worked as partners.
Not master and servant, but equals.
A relationship of mutual benefit and respect.
Aphasia smiled softly at the spirits surrounding her. Since she’d stopped trying to control them and chose to bond with them instead, her talent had blossod like never before.
She realized now—she had been using her gift all wrong.
"Noah helped figure this out," she murmured, fingertips brushing over the bracelet as she thought of him.
And even if he was a player...
"I can’t help but like him," she admitted, shaking her head with a smile.
She didn’t care. Noah was worthy. And he had helped her, truly.
"But I wonder what my parents would say if I told them I love a human..."
Her smile dimd slightly.
Her parents were fiercely protective, fiercely proud of their bloodline. They would never want it "tainted."
But—
"It’s my life. I’ll choose who I want."
No way in hell would she marry one of those cousins just to keep the bloodline "pure."
She wasn’t sure yet about the depth of her feelings for Noah.
But one thing was certain—
Right now, she would choose him over anyone.
And that—
[Aphasia’s feelings for you have reached 60%.]
—was a good step forward.
—End of Chapter 121—
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