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My Hero Academia: Aura Farming
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I've been wondering, he can take his strength away and put it in his other stats, so wouldn't doing that while he trained go a long way to avoiding him plateauing as would normally happen when reaching higher levels of fitness? Since he can just siphon it away to other areas. I guess it depends how his quirk and his actual physical muscles interact.
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| The next day, at Ground Beta: |
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Basking in the sun while lying on top of a building, Taka calmly bobbed his head to a melody in his head with his eyes closed, seemingly enjoying the moment.
—which contrasted highly with the explosions and the roars of fired-up students all around, training for one of the most important events in their lives.
"They sure are noisy," Taka muttered, opening an eye for a second before closing it again and going back to listening to music.
His My Theme skill sure came in handy at times like this, allowing him to play music in his own head, without the need for headphones.
He continued lounging there for a while more, simply letting time go by until—
-Bzzz….-
His phone buzzed inside his pocket.
Raising an eyebrow, he grabbed his phone and checked the screen.
He had received a message.
Without much thought, he unlocked it and t then opened the app to check on it.
"..."
The instant he did, however, he pushed himself up and sat properly while his eyes remained stuck on the phone.
After a bit, he opened the Maps app and began typing in specific coordinates into the search bar.
Soon, the map changed to show a specific location on screen, making Taka narrow his eyes dangerously.
"So that's where it was, huh?" he muttered.
The Shie Hassaikai location had finally been delivered.
His fingers moved to zoom out, expanding the map area visible. Then, his eyes settled on a certain point, making him heave a sigh.
"Not that far, but not quite that close either."
It turned out to be around 4 to 6 kilometers from Nighteye's agency, camouflaged with its environment and surrounded by several other rich-style houses.
Following that reasoning, Taka began moving the map, seemingly searching for something across the city.
"If Nighteye's agency is there…" he muttered, tone growing serious. "According to what Seiji once taught me, taking the populace of that zone into account, and the few heroes I remember being part of the agency, the patrol range must be of a radius of at most 3 kilometers… which makes the point where Eri met Midoriya, at most… here."
He dragged the map to a point right between the Shie Hassaikai and Nighteye's agency, about two or three entire kilometers away from the criminal household, and another three from the hero agency.
For a kid like her to have gotten that far, she must have been running for a while—diving into alleyways on the way and who knows what else just to get away.
'She must have been desperate,' Taka thought, stuffing his phone back with a frown.
He ended up letting out a long huff so he wouldn't pop a vein in anger.
But even then, the anger didn't really diminish.
'I could end it right now.' He thought, fingers tapping the floor impatiently.
Now that he had their location, he could just go and put an end to it. It wouldn't take more than an hour at most, maybe a bit more.
Ditch school, fly there at full speed, crash down like a meteor, and start ravaging everything without mercy, giving Chisaki no way of escape.
In the show, Chisaki had become such a problem because the police gave him prep time. Enough to buff his men with Trigger, plan a distraction, fuse with his subordinates, and then become a monstrosity capable of almost contending with a 100% Midoriya.
Almost. He still got beaten quickly—but the fact he endured at all spoke for itself.
But an unprepared Chisaki, without all that Trigger on him or on his subordinates, while dangerous because of his practically insta-kill Quirk, in front of Taka, who could attack from afar, was a mere ant.
A battle with him would not even last a second before Taka knocked him out easily.
And all he had to do, right now, was fly over there.
'But I must not,' He thought with a grim face.
While there was a high chance it would work given his overwhelming abilities, attacking in the daytime while Chisaki was awake left too many variables. There was always the risk of him slipping away somehow—or, in the worst case, reaching Eri before Taka did and using her as a hostage.
Which, considering his Quirk, he absolutely would do. Killing her meant nothing to him; he could reconstruct her afterward, so Taka would have to comply with whatever the guy wanted if he wanted Eri to be brought back.
At night, however, he—or at least most of his people—would be taken by surprise more easily. Eri would probably be in her room rather than somewhere random in the maze that was the Yakuza base, making her easier to extract. And lastly, he, Gentle, and La Brava would have enough time to make all necessary preparations.
Preparations to make sure the Shie Hassaikai ended today, no matter how much they struggled.
"Haaah…"
Sighing, Taka stood up and walked to the edge of the building, sitting on the border and letting his legs dangle.
From up there, he watched without much thought as his classmates hurled themselves into harsh training without hesitation, letting his mind drift.
'Now that I think about it… what will I do after this?'
He was going to save Eri—that much was already set. But after that?
He was a teenager. The only "kids" under his care ended up on tissues every now and then. So he definitely couldn't just announce to the world, "Hey, I'm adopting her now," and get it to accept.
—Seiji, though…
"Heh…"
His mouth curled slightly at the idea.
Yeah. That guy was getting too old to be dating. Another kid under his care would snap him out of it.
He obviously wasn't envious or anything.
"Yaaaargh!"
"Damnit… Still not!"
Suddenly, two voices from below snapped him out of his thoughts.
He looked down, only to see two familiar figures: Midoriya and Jiro, standing at different points, throwing themselves into the training he'd assigned.
Jiro continued stabbing a building with her earlobes in relentless fury, while Midoriya attempted to control his movements in Full Cowl—which he had already named as such.
Both had been at it since class started.
'They sure are going at it,' Taka snorted. 'I suppose I could use a distraction.'
With that thought, he stood up and jumped off the building, descending upon his victims.
Deep inside, though, he was counting the hours.
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| Evening, Taka's home |
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The door opened, and Taka stepped inside with the same poker face as always.
Seiji, sitting on the couch watching TV, glanced over.
"How's your training for the Sports Festival going?"
Taka didn't even blink. "Training? I don't need no training."
Seiji snorted. "My my, look at little Taka—so smug now that he's gotten a bit strong. Should I remind him why I'm the master, and he's still only the student?"
Taka shot him a deadpan look. "The student has beaten you plenty of times already. Why do you act like you've got an edge over me?"
"Beaten me? Please, Taka, you barely survived tutorial mode. I let you win all those times so you could build a little confidence in yourself—but I might've overdone it. You're earning yourself some character development."
Taka rolled his eyes, adjusted his backpack, and started toward his room. "Come at me whenever you feel like it."
Seiji shook his head with an exasperated sigh and turned back to the TV.
At least until—
"Hey, Seiji." Taka's call snapped him out of it.
"What is it?" Seiji tilted his head back, resting it against the couch to glance at Taka behind him.
Taka didn't reply right away, seeming to hesitate for a second.
Ultimately, however, he broke through it.
"Would you say taking care of me is too much work?"
Seiji raised an eyebrow and turned on the couch properly to face him.
"Besides the pain in the ass that is your personality? Not really. Your guardian here is pretty famous, kid—I make good enough money to sustain both of us just fine."
"I see…" Taka nodded seriously. "Then I suppose it wouldn't be much of a problem if you started taking care of another kid."
"No, I don't think—" Seiji started, then froze.
His eyebrow twitched.
"Oi, Taka. While I'm proud you're that advanced in whatever relationship you're in, what did I say about using not protection? We had the "talk" plenty of times. Don't tell me you went and—"
"Don't be a dumbass." Taka cut him off before he could derail further. "I'm talking about adopting another kid."
Hearing that, Seiji felt relieved—Until he didn't anymore.
"Why the heck are you asking me this?" he asked, already sweating cold.
Taka averted his eyes, speaking casually. "Nothing important. I was just planning on rescuing a kid being used for human experiments by breaking into a criminal group and decimating them. So I figured it'd be convenient to leave all the complicated adoption stuff of said kid to you."
Seiji shot to his feet instantly, panicked and drenched in sweat.
"Oi, Takahashi, I know I said it wouldn't be much of a problem, but slow down. Also, what do you mean you're going to decimate a criminal group?! Didn't you promise Nezu you wouldn't get involved in vigilantism again?!"
A beat of silence.
Then Taka shrugged.
"No. Takahashi, you're NOT doing that." Seiji was already halfway to shouting, gripping Taka's shoulders firmly and shaking him violently. "There's a reason people like me have this job, and why the police exist! All you need to do is tell them, and they'll handle it!"
He sucked in a shaky breath, panic rising fast.
"So no, you're not doing that! I'll think about the adoption thing, but first you need to give it time—"
"I think I've given it enough time." Taka interrupted, then lifted a hand to pat Seiji's shoulder. "Besides, while I'd love to heed your advice, the truth is… I'm already there."
"Huh?"
Another beat of silence.
"You're… a clone?" Seiji asked, baffled.
"My bad." Taka stuck his tongue out whimsically.
Seiji's gaze turned desperate. "... Please, Taka, think—what will Nezu say? There's no way that super rat won't know it's you!"
"I've already resigned myself to living as an outlaw if necessary. So…"
He patted Seiji's shoulder once more.
"I'm leaving the rest to you."
"TAKAHASHIIII!!!"
Seiji's long, dreadful scream faded as the Taka in front of him began to disintegrate with a smile on his face.
Soon, Seiji found himself grasping empty air.
And then, the backpack that had been on the clone's shoulders—hit the floor.
—Thud—
"... Why did I think it was a good idea to take that kid under my care?"
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| At that moment, somewhere else… |
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"So this is the Shie Hassaikai. They have good taste in decorations," Gentle said, standing at the edge of a building with his arms crossed, cape fluttering in the wind as he eyed the traditional, lavish estate across the street.
Beside him, La Brava stood in a similar pose, observing the property below.
She turned to him. "Is this really alright, Gentle? We barely had time to prepare anything besides getting some extra info."
He let out a gentle laugh. "It's fine, La Brava. We must trust our partner here."
He then turned toward the figure beside her.
"Is our gift to your satisfaction?"
"..."
Taka stood there in the same dramatic pose as the other two, arms crossed and eyeing the building below—except now he wasn't wearing his usual black hoodie and mask.
Instead, he sported a long, flowing black coat, a more refined mask, and a stylish hood. His outfit now made him look far more like a proper underground antihero than some edgy street kid.
That, and the full moon in the sky shining upon him also added some mysticism.
'Just when I was moving away from being edgy…' He sweatdropped behind the mask, deadpanning.
Not that he'd ever admit he felt pretty cool right now.
'I really need to update my hero costume… Too much edginess from both looks might start giving me away—assuming I even make it past the consequences of today. This might be the day the most talented student in U.A. becomes a wanted criminal.'
Shaking the thought aside, he gave Gentle a faint nod.
"It's acceptable."
Gentle smiled, then looked back toward the Hassaikai compound.
"Well, then. Shall we begin?"
Taka reached into his coat and pulled out a camera.
With a small wave, he tossed it upward; the device immediately floated into position, its lens locking onto the three of them.
Then his voice echoed:
"Let's Dance."
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(A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger, but I'm quite the evil-aligned individual.
Now, time for a proper aura farming show. I'm gonna do my best, so hopefully you enjoy it. The next chapter shouldn't take much. At most until Sunday)
patreon.com/TheSynonym
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| The next day, at Ground Beta: |
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Basking in the sun while lying on top of a building, Taka calmly bobbed his head to a melody in his head with his eyes closed, seemingly enjoying the moment.
—which contrasted highly with the explosions and the roars of fired-up students all around, training for one of the most important events in their lives.
"They sure are noisy," Taka muttered, opening an eye for a second before closing it again and going back to listening to music.
His My Theme skill sure came in handy at times like this, allowing him to play music in his own head, without the need for headphones.
He continued lounging there for a while more, simply letting time go by until—
-Bzzz….-
His phone buzzed inside his pocket.
Raising an eyebrow, he grabbed his phone and checked the screen.
He had received a message.
Without much thought, he unlocked it and t then opened the app to check on it.
"..."
The instant he did, however, he pushed himself up and sat properly while his eyes remained stuck on the phone.
After a bit, he opened the Maps app and began typing in specific coordinates into the search bar.
Soon, the map changed to show a specific location on screen, making Taka narrow his eyes dangerously.
"So that's where it was, huh?" he muttered.
The Shie Hassaikai location had finally been delivered.
His fingers moved to zoom out, expanding the map area visible. Then, his eyes settled on a certain point, making him heave a sigh.
"Not that far, but not quite that close either."
It turned out to be around 4 to 6 kilometers from Nighteye's agency, camouflaged with its environment and surrounded by several other rich-style houses.
Following that reasoning, Taka began moving the map, seemingly searching for something across the city.
"If Nighteye's agency is there…" he muttered, tone growing serious. "According to what Seiji once taught me, taking the populace of that zone into account, and the few heroes I remember being part of the agency, the patrol range must be of a radius of at most 3 kilometers… which makes the point where Eri met Midoriya, at most… here."
He dragged the map to a point right between the Shie Hassaikai and Nighteye's agency, about two or three entire kilometers away from the criminal household, and another three from the hero agency.
For a kid like her to have gotten that far, she must have been running for a while—diving into alleyways on the way and who knows what else just to get away.
'She must have been desperate,' Taka thought, stuffing his phone back with a frown.
He ended up letting out a long huff so he wouldn't pop a vein in anger.
But even then, the anger didn't really diminish.
'I could end it right now.' He thought, fingers tapping the floor impatiently.
Now that he had their location, he could just go and put an end to it. It wouldn't take more than an hour at most, maybe a bit more.
Ditch school, fly there at full speed, crash down like a meteor, and start ravaging everything without mercy, giving Chisaki no way of escape.
In the show, Chisaki had become such a problem because the police gave him prep time. Enough to buff his men with Trigger, plan a distraction, fuse with his subordinates, and then become a monstrosity capable of almost contending with a 100% Midoriya.
Almost. He still got beaten quickly—but the fact he endured at all spoke for itself.
But an unprepared Chisaki, without all that Trigger on him or on his subordinates, while dangerous because of his practically insta-kill Quirk, in front of Taka, who could attack from afar, was a mere ant.
A battle with him would not even last a second before Taka knocked him out easily.
And all he had to do, right now, was fly over there.
'But I must not,' He thought with a grim face.
While there was a high chance it would work given his overwhelming abilities, attacking in the daytime while Chisaki was awake left too many variables. There was always the risk of him slipping away somehow—or, in the worst case, reaching Eri before Taka did and using her as a hostage.
Which, considering his Quirk, he absolutely would do. Killing her meant nothing to him; he could reconstruct her afterward, so Taka would have to comply with whatever the guy wanted if he wanted Eri to be brought back.
At night, however, he—or at least most of his people—would be taken by surprise more easily. Eri would probably be in her room rather than somewhere random in the maze that was the Yakuza base, making her easier to extract. And lastly, he, Gentle, and La Brava would have enough time to make all necessary preparations.
Preparations to make sure the Shie Hassaikai ended today, no matter how much they struggled.
"Haaah…"
Sighing, Taka stood up and walked to the edge of the building, sitting on the border and letting his legs dangle.
From up there, he watched without much thought as his classmates hurled themselves into harsh training without hesitation, letting his mind drift.
'Now that I think about it… what will I do after this?'
He was going to save Eri—that much was already set. But after that?
He was a teenager. The only "kids" under his care ended up on tissues every now and then. So he definitely couldn't just announce to the world, "Hey, I'm adopting her now," and get it to accept.
—Seiji, though…
"Heh…"
His mouth curled slightly at the idea.
Yeah. That guy was getting too old to be dating. Another kid under his care would snap him out of it.
He obviously wasn't envious or anything.
"Yaaaargh!"
"Damnit… Still not!"
Suddenly, two voices from below snapped him out of his thoughts.
He looked down, only to see two familiar figures: Midoriya and Jiro, standing at different points, throwing themselves into the training he'd assigned.
Jiro continued stabbing a building with her earlobes in relentless fury, while Midoriya attempted to control his movements in Full Cowl—which he had already named as such.
Both had been at it since class started.
'They sure are going at it,' Taka snorted. 'I suppose I could use a distraction.'
With that thought, he stood up and jumped off the building, descending upon his victims.
Deep inside, though, he was counting the hours.
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| Evening, Taka's home |
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The door opened, and Taka stepped inside with the same poker face as always.
Seiji, sitting on the couch watching TV, glanced over.
"How's your training for the Sports Festival going?"
Taka didn't even blink. "Training? I don't need no training."
Seiji snorted. "My my, look at little Taka—so smug now that he's gotten a bit strong. Should I remind him why I'm the master, and he's still only the student?"
Taka shot him a deadpan look. "The student has beaten you plenty of times already. Why do you act like you've got an edge over me?"
"Beaten me? Please, Taka, you barely survived tutorial mode. I let you win all those times so you could build a little confidence in yourself—but I might've overdone it. You're earning yourself some character development."
Taka rolled his eyes, adjusted his backpack, and started toward his room. "Come at me whenever you feel like it."
Seiji shook his head with an exasperated sigh and turned back to the TV.
At least until—
"Hey, Seiji." Taka's call snapped him out of it.
"What is it?" Seiji tilted his head back, resting it against the couch to glance at Taka behind him.
Taka didn't reply right away, seeming to hesitate for a second.
Ultimately, however, he broke through it.
"Would you say taking care of me is too much work?"
Seiji raised an eyebrow and turned on the couch properly to face him.
"Besides the pain in the ass that is your personality? Not really. Your guardian here is pretty famous, kid—I make good enough money to sustain both of us just fine."
"I see…" Taka nodded seriously. "Then I suppose it wouldn't be much of a problem if you started taking care of another kid."
"No, I don't think—" Seiji started, then froze.
His eyebrow twitched.
"Oi, Taka. While I'm proud you're that advanced in whatever relationship you're in, what did I say about using not protection? We had the "talk" plenty of times. Don't tell me you went and—"
"Don't be a dumbass." Taka cut him off before he could derail further. "I'm talking about adopting another kid."
Hearing that, Seiji felt relieved—Until he didn't anymore.
"Why the heck are you asking me this?" he asked, already sweating cold.
Taka averted his eyes, speaking casually. "Nothing important. I was just planning on rescuing a kid being used for human experiments by breaking into a criminal group and decimating them. So I figured it'd be convenient to leave all the complicated adoption stuff of said kid to you."
Seiji shot to his feet instantly, panicked and drenched in sweat.
"Oi, Takahashi, I know I said it wouldn't be much of a problem, but slow down. Also, what do you mean you're going to decimate a criminal group?! Didn't you promise Nezu you wouldn't get involved in vigilantism again?!"
A beat of silence.
Then Taka shrugged.
"No. Takahashi, you're NOT doing that." Seiji was already halfway to shouting, gripping Taka's shoulders firmly and shaking him violently. "There's a reason people like me have this job, and why the police exist! All you need to do is tell them, and they'll handle it!"
He sucked in a shaky breath, panic rising fast.
"So no, you're not doing that! I'll think about the adoption thing, but first you need to give it time—"
"I think I've given it enough time." Taka interrupted, then lifted a hand to pat Seiji's shoulder. "Besides, while I'd love to heed your advice, the truth is… I'm already there."
"Huh?"
Another beat of silence.
"You're… a clone?" Seiji asked, baffled.
"My bad." Taka stuck his tongue out whimsically.
Seiji's gaze turned desperate. "... Please, Taka, think—what will Nezu say? There's no way that super rat won't know it's you!"
"I've already resigned myself to living as an outlaw if necessary. So…"
He patted Seiji's shoulder once more.
"I'm leaving the rest to you."
"TAKAHASHIIII!!!"
Seiji's long, dreadful scream faded as the Taka in front of him began to disintegrate with a smile on his face.
Soon, Seiji found himself grasping empty air.
And then, the backpack that had been on the clone's shoulders—hit the floor.
—Thud—
"... Why did I think it was a good idea to take that kid under my care?"
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| At that moment, somewhere else… |
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"So this is the Shie Hassaikai. They have good taste in decorations," Gentle said, standing at the edge of a building with his arms crossed, cape fluttering in the wind as he eyed the traditional, lavish estate across the street.
Beside him, La Brava stood in a similar pose, observing the property below.
She turned to him. "Is this really alright, Gentle? We barely had time to prepare anything besides getting some extra info."
He let out a gentle laugh. "It's fine, La Brava. We must trust our partner here."
He then turned toward the figure beside her.
"Is our gift to your satisfaction?"
"..."
Taka stood there in the same dramatic pose as the other two, arms crossed and eyeing the building below—except now he wasn't wearing his usual black hoodie and mask.
Instead, he sported a long, flowing black coat, a more refined mask, and a stylish hood. His outfit now made him look far more like a proper underground antihero than some edgy street kid.
That, and the full moon in the sky shining upon him also added some mysticism.
'Just when I was moving away from being edgy…' He sweatdropped behind the mask, deadpanning.
Not that he'd ever admit he felt pretty cool right now.
'I really need to update my hero costume… Too much edginess from both looks might start giving me away—assuming I even make it past the consequences of today. This might be the day the most talented student in U.A. becomes a wanted criminal.'
Shaking the thought aside, he gave Gentle a faint nod.
"It's acceptable."
Gentle smiled, then looked back toward the Hassaikai compound.
"Well, then. Shall we begin?"
Taka reached into his coat and pulled out a camera.
With a small wave, he tossed it upward; the device immediately floated into position, its lens locking onto the three of them.
Then his voice echoed:
"Let's Dance."
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-To Be Continued...-
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(A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger, but I'm quite the evil-aligned individual.
Now, time for a proper aura farming show. I'm gonna do my best, so hopefully you enjoy it. The next chapter shouldn't take much. At most until Sunday)
ProtoSovereign
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Embrace the edginess! Be like Cid.
TheDanny
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While I also think the Bloodborn outfit looks cool, it isn't the proper wear for an aurafarmer like him. Bro needs long flowing fabric, like a cape of some kind, to properly catch the wind. The current outfit doesn't have that.
mr.avocadoman
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If he's going to graduate from the og outfit, he need the next one to be an upgrade. I humbly present this as a recomendation for a serious vigilante outfit:
And this:
I know he's having an Aura Farmer mid-life crysis or something, but he can't mess up the drip or the cool factor.
And this:
I know he's having an Aura Farmer mid-life crysis or something, but he can't mess up the drip or the cool factor.
CrabbitBlake
Getting out there.
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Man, fuck overhaul.
Eyhawaii
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All my homies hate Overhaul
MorbiIIionaire
Versed in the lewd.
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Its cool to see that he is really willing to sacrifice his schooling and standing with Nedzu and the law just to help Eri. Even if he isnt getting rewarded aura for declaring so. Very cool much aura, just not the helpful kind.
Gobble'n
Bend over
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"Stop right there criminal scum! Your days of cliffing people are over!" Waves baton menacingly.
Despacitoleo
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the subtle sway of his cloak the edge of a dapper man
The leather the immaculent drip is all he needs
one does not need a big ass cape to be an aura farmer one can get even more aura with the slimmest of accessories
And the hunters coat is more than enough child, if you need a cape to aura farming like piccolo then you truly are not an TRUE aura farmer
abdman
Your first time is always over so quickly, isn't it?
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I thought of cid from ice age
