Chapter 63: Chapter 63 Transformation Experint_1
The park was shrouded in a hazy darkness. In the distance, buildings shimred with multicolored neon lights, showcasing Tokyo’s nocturnal charm.
Aozawa ran here.
The streetlights, sowhat faulty, flickered intermittently, creating a horror-film atmosphere.
The vending machine by the park benches was still operational.
Aozawa bought a bottle of mineral water and chugged most of it.
He activated his X-ray Ability, his eyes scanning the grass in the darkness to ensure no one was engaged in any "extracurricular activities" in the bushes.
Aozawa tossed the empty bottle into a trash can and turned to enter a small grove of trees.
The night swallowed his figure.
He deactivated his X-ray Ability, quickly visualized the appearance he wanted to transform into, and then used his Transformation Ability.
For a mont, he felt his body stretching upwards at great speed; his internal organs felt as if they were on the brink of tearing apart, which frightened him into imdiately stopping the transformation.
The sensation of his organs being ripped apart ceased abruptly.
A cold sweat broke out on Aozawa’s forehead.
He had just attempted to transform into the likeness of Whitebeard.
Clearly, the Transformation Ability couldn’t make one excessively large. Attempting to transform into soone like Whitebeard, with his height of 6.66 ters, would likely scatter his internal organs everywhere.
Far from being disappointed, Aozawa actually breathed a sigh of relief. If he really transford into a Giant, it would definitely not be conducive to hiding. People from all over the world might co to Tokyo searching for traces of the Giant of Light.
Aozawa could now conclude that the Transformation Superpower didn’t refer to Ultraman-like giant transformations, but to changing into other people’s appearances. Moreover, it seed he couldn’t transform into individuals with overly fantastical physiques.
What about shrinking for a transformation?
If I pick a grade school student, I could beco Detective Conan, the mobile shinigami, he thought.
Recalling Conan’s appearance in his mind, the Transformation Superpower activated once more.
His body rapidly shrank, but this ti without the tearing pain he’d felt when trying to enlarge. Additionally, his clothes transford with him, becoming the suit Conan often wore.
However, the Transformation Ability couldn’t create items out of nothing. For example, Conan often wore glasses. Since Aozawa wasn’t wearing glasses, no glasses materialized.
He touched his face, trotted to the edge of the dim grove, pulled his cellphone from his pocket, and switched to selfie mode.
Aozawa looked at the child on the screen. He shook his head from side to side and made faces, a strange sensation washing over him, as if he had stepped into an ani world.
He quickly deactivated the Transformation Ability.
His body and clothes visibly reverted to their original state.
He could shrink, but not grow larger. Perhaps I tried to grow too big before, he mused.
After so thought, he decided to try transforming again, imagining another person’s appearance.
His body quickly grew taller, and his clothes changed noticeably. The black death-god’s attire billowed in the wind, unfastened to reveal a muscular torso. His long hair, like porcupine quills, fanned out behind him.
The face reflected on the phone screen looked like a demon that had crawled out of Hell. A ferocious scar ran across his cheek.
Anyone familiar with *Bleach* would recognize this man as Mogi Kenpachi, standing just over two ters tall.
Looking at himself on the screen, Aozawa’s interest piqued. He flashed a peace sign and snapped a photo, then imdiately felt the gesture didn’t quite suit Mogi Kenpachi. But he shrugged it off and took the picture anyway.
Aozawa looked at the photo, and a bold idea flashed through his mind: Since I can transform into any man, can I also beco a woman?
Thinking of all those ani waifus, he couldn’t contain his excitent and resolved to test the limits of his Transformation Ability.
Naturally, his first choice was Tsunade. A staple in *Naruto* fan works, the epito of aging in reverse.
Aozawa quickly conjured Tsunade’s appearance and figure in his mind, then activated his Transformation Ability.
His physique began to shrink. His skin turned snow-white and smooth, unlike the roughness of his Mogi Kenpachi form. Pale-blond hair covered her ears, the rest gathered into a ponytail at the back of her head. A violet diamond-shaped mark adorned her forehead. Even her eyes had changed to bright hazel, her lips a light, jelly-like red.
Aozawa looked at himself—or rather, herself—on the screen. He touched her lips, then glanced down at her chest. "OH! OH!" he exclaid in amazent.
Guys ’rewarding’ themselves can take a toll, but it should be fine for girls, right?! he mused. The Transformation Ability is really aweso!
Wait a minute! Aozawa suddenly realized this was no ti to celebrate. What if my ’treasure’ is gone for good and doesn’t co back?
He hurriedly canceled the Transformation Ability.
In an instant, his clothes, physique, and appearance all reverted to male. His ’family jewels’ had also safely returned.
Aozawa heaved a sigh of relief. He’d been so focused on experinting with turning into a woman that he’d almost forgotten to consider what he would do if his ’treasure’ disappeared and couldn’t be restored.
Fortunately, as soon as he canceled the Transformation Ability, everything reverted to its original state.
The transformation between male and female was confird: no issues.
Aozawa began to wonder: Can I transform into various animals too? The ultimate transformation should allow
to change into any living creature!
Aozawa quickly searched for pictures of cats online. Among the many cats, he settled on a handso Persian cat and activated his Transformation Ability.
Throughout this process, Aozawa remained vigilant, ready to cancel the Transformation Ability instantly at the slightest sign of discomfort.
His body rapidly shrank, turning into a snow-white Persian cat.
His cellphone fell to the ground.
Startled, Aozawa leaped to catch it, only to see a paw—his paw—complete with soft pads. The snow-white, fluffy fur swayed in the wind.
That’s right, I’m a Persian cat now.
His paw cushioned the phone, which then landed softly on the ground. The slight impact, however, made the phone slip from his grasp. However, a cat’s reflexes are incredibly fast. He caught it again in an instant and gently placed the phone on the ground.
Aozawa looked up. The park scenery now seed exceptionally tall from this new perspective. The atmosphere also felt strangely imposing.
So, this is a cat’s perspective, he thought.
Aozawa instinctively took a few steps, his movents naturally falling into a feline gait. Then, with a light leap, he easily landed on a park bench.
So light! Aozawa felt his body beco incredibly light, like a feather that a re gust of wind could carry away. This feels even better than a human body.
Considering the cat’s size and the bench’s height, it was equivalent to a human effortlessly jumping to a second-story level.
This Transformation Ability is truly wonderful! he marveled, then canceled the Transformation Ability.
His shrunken physique quickly expanded, and his line of sight rose steadily.
Aozawa ntally tid it: transforming and reverting both took less than a second.
He picked up his phone, pondering, If I can beco a Persian cat, can I beco a bird too?
Aozawa yearned to fly freely through the sky, so he began searching for pictures of birds. Sparrows, crows, pigeons—these were birds commonly seen in the city.
Aozawa scrolled through the pictures on his phone, contemplating which bird to beco. Becoming a sparrow or sothing similar seems pointless, he thought. I’d rather beco an eagle, soaring through the heavens!
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