I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 1206: The Synergy of The Crow Siblings

Northern’s gaze was blank—a mask of stone. Even as he asked them for the whereabouts of his parents.

His question landed like a weight. The air thickened. Shoulders tensed.

Jiang’s chin lifted, the dagger in his hand catching the light.

”You want to get your father so badly? Then you’ll have to cross us.”

Northern scanned them. One by one, they summoned their weapons after Jiang. The young lady in the dress—a scythe. The tall one—twin sickles with thin chains dangling from their hilts. Kai’s hands trembled as he drew two longswords.

All four pairs of eyes glowered with coordinated darkness.

Northern exhaled and shook his head.

”Fatal mistake.”

”What do you know?! Die! Just like our brother did!!”

Jiang shot forward, spiral darkness erupting behind him and catapulting his speed tenfold.

Tenfold to Northern was still slow motion.

Jiang’s dagger thrust toward Northern’s throat, the blade wreathed in writhing shadow that extended its reach by three feet.

Northern’s head tilted left. The shadow-blade passed through empty air.

Jiang pivoted, his form dissolving into dark mist. He reappeared at Northern’s right flank, dagger descending.

[You are using Flow Perception]

Northern saw the trajectory before the blade moved—the momentum, the weight distribution, the killing intent concentrated in that single point.

He stepped back.

Chains rattled.

Mei’s sickles came from both sides, the chains extending impossibly as shadows coiled around them. The weapons curved through the air like striking serpents, aimed at Northern’s neck and waist simultaneously.

Northern dropped low.

The sickles met above him with a metallic shriek—but the chains wrapped, forming a cage. Mei yanked. The cage constricted.

A scythe blade materialized from the darkness beneath Northern’s feet.

Ayame rose from his own shadow, black dress billowing like funeral shrouds, the massive scythe arcing upward to bisect him from groin to crown.

Northern’s hand shot down, catching the scythe’s shaft.

The weapon stopped.

Behind her veil, Ayame’s red eyes widened—but she didn’t hesitate. Darkness erupted from the scythe blade, crawling up Northern’s arm like living decay.

[You are using Sun’s Legacy - Pyreheart Ascendant]

Northern poured a sliver of essence into the talent ability, activating it halfway. Heat exploded from his palm. The darkness recoiled, hissing as it burned away. Ayame released the scythe and melted back into shadow, reforming ten feet away.

Kai’s twin longswords cut through the space where Northern stood, one high and one low, perfectly coordinated to leave no escape.

But Northern was already moving.

He released the scythe and spun, his body flowing between the blades with surgical precision—neither touched cloth nor skin. As he turned, he saw it.

’Their coordination.’

Jiang didn’t just attack—he created openings. His strikes forced movement, herding Northern into killing zones.

Mei’s chains weren’t meant to bind—they were spatial control, cutting off escape routes while channeling him toward Ayame’s ambushes.

Ayame emerged from shadows at mathematically perfect angles, her scythe always positioned where Northern’s momentum would carry him.

And Kai... Kai didn’t just swing swords. Every strike was setup for the next sibling’s attack, his blades positioned to block counters or force defensive choices that exposed new vulnerabilities.

’Is this why they’re so dangerous together? They work like parts of a whole... impossible to be so unified while different.’

It wasn’t four people fighting. It was one organism with eight limbs, all working in perfect synchronization.

Northern’s lips curved slightly.

”Not bad.”

Jiang materialized directly behind him, dagger aimed at his spine—but two more Jiangs appeared simultaneously from other shadows, attacking from different angles.

Northern’s eyes widened for a heartbeat. But Shingan analyzed it instantly. While it resembled Shin’s ability, it wasn’t a talent ability at all. It was a heritage ability—something personal they’d unlocked through synergic combat over time.

’Phantom copies through shadow teleportation.’

Mei’s sickles came again, but this time she didn’t aim at Northern. She aimed at the spaces between shadows, severing his escape routes.

The darkness beneath Northern’s feet rippled. Ayame was coming again.

Kai’s swords descended from above in a perfect cross-slash, the blades humming with shadow-cutting essence that split the air itself.

They descended like a flock of crows, locking him into a murder formation—four blades, one killing intent. Even Kai, hands steady now, had set aside whatever doubts plagued him earlier.

[You are using Eclipsing Dread - Eclipse Step]

Northern dissolved into shadow.

He reformed twenty feet away, standing atop a pillar of darkness he’d summoned instantly.

All four Kageyama landed where he’d been, their attacks converging on empty space with such precision the stone floor cracked in a perfect X-pattern.

They repositioned immediately.

No hesitation. No confusion. Just fluid transition into the next formation.

[A new talent has been detected: Spectra Domain (Class B)]

[Do you want to copy talent Spectra Domain, B-class for 5,000 talent fragments?]

’Nah, useless. I already have a better shadow ability. Can’t be greedy and have it all. Well, not yet.’

Jiang’s domain expanded, his shadows flooding the chamber. Within seconds, every corner was his territory.

Mei cut her own palm. Blood crystallized into throwing knives that she hurled not at Northern, but at strategic points around the room—creating blood markers.

[Do you want to copy talent, Bloodless C-class for 4,000 talent fragments?]

Ayame sang. Not with her voice but with her scythe as it carved through wind in a complicated pattern—a requiem that made the air heavy, oppressive. The boundary between life and death thinned.

[Do you want to copy talent Eclipse of the Dying Moon, S-Class for 10,000 talent fragments]

Northern’s jaw dropped.

’Hey! Why did it jump to ten thousand for S-class?! How much then is SS, SSS, and EX?!!’

[The potency of your soul—]

’Yeah yeah, I know.’

[...]

Kai’s swords began to glow with ethereal light, each swing leaving trails that remained in the air—cutting lines that didn’t fade.

[Do you want to copy talent Umbral Severance, (a shadow-based cutting ability, A - Class for 6,000 talent fragments]

A cold smile graced Northern’s lips.

’Are these guys setting up a killbox for me?’

Northern observed as Jiang’s shadow domain gave them perfect awareness of his position. Mei’s blood markers would allow her to teleport her weapons anywhere in the chamber. Ayame’s requiem was sapping his essence regeneration, making prolonged combat disadvantageous. And Kai’s persistent cutting lines were creating a maze of unavoidable damage zones.

In another ten seconds, the trap would be complete.

Northern exhaled.

”I’m looking for my parents. I don’t have time for this.”

”THEN DIE QUICKLY!” Jiang screamed.

All four moved as one.

Jiang teleported through shadows in rapid succession—appearing and vanishing in microsecond intervals, each appearance accompanied by a dagger wreathed in killing intent.

Mei’s sickles multiplied. Blood from her markers formed dozens of crimson blades that shot toward Northern from every angle, each one aimed at vital points.

Ayame stepped from shadow to shadow, her scythe leaving trails of death energy that corroded anything they touched. Where she passed, stone itself began to decay.

Kai’s swords created a storm of cutting lines, each slash perfectly coordinated with his siblings’ attacks to eliminate any defensive option.

’Perfect synchronization. Perfect execution. Perfect coordination.’

Northern stood still.

[You are using Shingan - Causality Fracture]

He saw three futures:

Future 1: Dodge left—Mei’s sickle takes his arm.

Future 2: Dodge right—Ayame’s scythe removes his head.

Future 3: Stay still—Jiang’s dagger pierces his heart.

He chose the fourth option.