Lord Harthorne smiled, clearly satisfied with Max's selections. "Excellent choices," he said. "Each of them is ranked at the top of their class. They'll serve you well on the road ahead."
Max gave a satisfied nod as he put the three chosen techniques away, their auras slowly fading into the depths of his spatial ring.
Although he had wanted a pure, attack-based lightning technique, none of the ones presented had truly spoken to him. Some were flashy, others devastating, but they all lacked the depth or versatility he craved.
As he had suspected, most of them were simply variations or fragments of what he already possessed within the Ten Hands of Lightning God—a legacy technique he hadn't fully mastered yet but one that held tremendous potential.
Reading the descriptions of the lightning techniques only confirmed it for him—they overlapped too much with what he already had.
