Nobunaga Oda's Isekai Cultivation Experience

Feeling a strange tingle pervading his entire body, much like a limb falling asleep, Nobu awoke to find himself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. This was a common trope in novels where the MC had been transported to a different world. Unfortunately, unlike his predecessors in countless fictional worlds, Nobu's situation was rather 'unique'.Wiggling his arms a bit, Nobu confirmed that the shining golden ropes binding his body weren't an illusion. To make matters even worse, he was completely naked. Either of these things, alone, would have been more than a little disconcerting. Experiencing both, simultaneously, made Nobu question whether or not it was a good thing he had survived...Doing his best to stay positive, a forced smile developed across Nobu's face as he noted, "Well...at least my stomach doesn't hurt. As long as a beefy old man doesn't walk through that door, I should be able to tolerate whatever comes next..."Despite his words, Nobu had no intention of simply sticking around to discover why he was being held captive. Instead, he closed his eyes for a few moments, ears straining to ascertain whether or not he could hear anyone nearby.With nothing but the distant sound of a hammer striking against metal to break the silence, Nobu decided it was in his best interest to try and escape. To this end, he did his best to remain silent as he awkwardly rolled from the bed. Then, once he had his feet under him, he searched for anything that might be useful for cutting himself free.Based on the available furnishings, Nobu assumed he was currently within some kind of Inn, Hotel, or Hostel. The only things present, other than the bed, were a dingy old nightstand, a massive chest resembling the type seen in RPGs, and, though he hadn't noticed it at first, an eerie mechanical owl perched atop what he assumed to be a rack for hanging swords and other kinds of equipment.Seeing the owl staring directly at him, Nobu's body immediately tensed. He normally would have ignored it, treating it as mere decoration, but, much like the ropes keeping his arms bound, the owl was comprised of a pale, slightly luminescent, gold. In other words, he was being watched."Why am I not surprised...?" muttered Nobu before shifting his attention to the only window in the room.Judging by the height of the building across the screen, he was most likely only on the second floor. Unfortunately, even if he could break through the window, venturing outside without any clothes on was practically a death sentence.Shaking his head, Nobu returned his attention to the owl, asking, "Can you get your Master for me? I don't think I've done anything wrong so I'd like to know why I'm being tied up..."Though he could vaguely remember seeing a young woman before he passed out, Nobu's mental acuity hadn't exactly been at its sharpest. Seeing his life flash before his eyes had been more than a little distracting, and, were it not for the golden rope binding him, he could easily be convinced she had been nothing more than an illusion. His experiences thus far made him 'extremely' skeptical of the notion he had been fortunate enough to have a fateful encounter. After all, even if he had been given the opportunity to reincarnate, the words of the Goddess made it very clear he wasn't exactly special...Feeling a little depressed by his train of thought, Nobu plopped down on the side of the bed before lying back and accepting his fate. If escape wasn't an option, he might as well take advantage of the fact he had a bed to sleep in. It had been two years since his body rested properly, so, with nothing better to do-Opening his eyes, Nobu recalled the strange stone tablet his body had instinctually clung to even in his last moments. He knew it had something to do with his reincarnation so it would be a complete and utter disaster for him to lose it immediately after gaining control over his body.Fortunately, the moment he sat up to begin searching a flash of grey appeared at the periphery of Nobu's vision. When he turned his head, he found the 18x9cm tablet just lying there, almost like a phone that had slipped out of someone's pocket and fallen onto their bed.Though it might have been smarter to act when the mechanical owl wasn't observing his every action, Nobu immediately rolled to a seated position before using his feet to finagle the tablet a little closer.Prior to his reincarnation, the Goddess had been complaining about people running rampant in the worlds they had been sent to. With this in mind, there was a real possibility he could quickly rise to the top if his cheat was strong enough. At the very least, it might be able to save his life in a pinch...Without his hands to work with, Nobu did his best to examine the phone using nothing but his feet. This was more than a little awkward, but, after a minute or two, he had managed to scrutinize both sides numerous times. Unfortunately, even after calling out various key phrases such as Status and System Activate, nothing happened. In the end, the only thing he was able to ascertain was that one side was marginally smoother than the other. It also generated a bit of warmth, but, other than that, he couldn't ascertain any of its functions."Come on...couldn't you have included some kind of instruction manual? What are you, some kind of H20 Goddess...?"Shaking his head, Nobu ignored the remarkably uneasy feeling that had suddenly descended upon him as he considered his options. Since he was in a cultivation world, there was a chance the tablet needed something like a 'key' to unlock it. In most novels, this would be the energy from the user, or, more often than not, their blood. After that, the MC would then discover that the simple-looking heirloom granted to them by their family was actually the treasure of some ancient or ridiculously powerful Cultivator that had lost their body and needed the protagonist's help in order to return...Though the notion of having some ghostly old man telling him what to do wasn't exactly pleasant, that didn't stop Nobu from positioning himself so that he was on his knees. Then, after a very brief moment of hesitation, he lurched his body forward like a hammer striking an anvil, nose impacting the tablet with the intent to bloody it.Despite his best effort, Nobu had failed to account for the fact that both he and the tablet were on the bed. As a result, he managed to strike it directly, but, in the end, the only thing he experienced was a bit of awkwardness as his face squashed the phone into the padded bedding, ass in the air...Maintaining his best poker face, Nobu quickly fixed his posture before noticing that something had changed with the tablet. The smooth face now radiated a pale blue light, and, after several seconds had passed, a logo for a company called Seraphic Industries ICC. This caused a number of questions to pop into his head, but, before he could get distracted by them, a childlike giddiness swelled from the depths of his soul as the tablet completed booting up like a genuine smartphone.Having read quite a number of reincarnation stories where the main character is transmigrated with a smartphone, Nobu's expectations immediately shot through the roof. Such cheats often had map functions, GPS, call functions, and, depending on the circumstances, he might even be able to use it to play some kind of Gacha. This phrase would have terrified him in his previous life, but, even if he had to pit himself against dangerous beasts to earn points, that was a given if he wanted to survive and prosper in a cultivation world.With his attention fully focused on his 'phone', various thoughts racing through his mind, Nobu was completely oblivious to the sound of the door being opened. It was only when the interloper asked, "Oh? You're awake...?" that he instinctually covered the tablet with his feet, expression paling as he looked towards the person that had addressed him.A stark contrast to the beauty vaguely recollected in his memories, the person addressing him was an old crone wearing threadbare clothing and carrying a bucket. Using the standards of Earth, most people would have assumed she was around seventy to eighty years old. Unfortunately, this wasn't Earth, so, if she was the Golden Warrior holding him captive, her actual age should be several times that. After all, one of the perks of being in a cultivation world was that you could drastically increase your lifespan by strengthening your base.Forcing a smile to his face, Nobu squeezed his legs together in a vain attempt to conceal his not-so-little brother from view. This was one of the reasons he had wanted to keep his original body, as, not only would he be more comfortable in his own flesh, but, despite his father's many failings, the man had 'potent' genes. Though this made the notion of him walking around as a 'trap' even more terrifying, a lot of Nobu's confidence throughout Middle and High School had come from the fact he was 'gifted' where it mattered most.Amused by Nobu's reaction, the elderly woman man of a show of both closing and locking the door behind her before adopting a grin of her own and teasing, "Come now, boy. Is that any way for a man to react? This isn't my first time seeing such a thing. Don't worry. I know exactly what I'm doing..."Feeling what he could only describe as existential dread, Nobu did his best to maintain his smile as he said, "Listen...I appreciate you rescuing me, but, if you try anything, don't expect me to go down without a fight..."Though his words were intended to sound intimidating, it was only after he had spoken that Nobu realized how they could be misinterpreted. The laughter of the old crone didn't help any, and, were it not for the fact his arms and torso were still bound, he might have made a break for the window out of sheer embarrassment.Fortunately, just as he was mentally preparing himself for the two-story drop, extreme relief washed over Nobu's body as the old woman wiped away a tear and revealed, "I haven't laughed like that in years. Thanks for that, kid. Oh, and you'll be pleased to learn I'm not the one who saved you. I was simply hired to wash your body and outfit you with something more substantial than the rags you were wearing when you came in. Now, lay back and behave. I promise I won't bite."Seeing the woman punctuate her statement with a wink, Nobu's urge to escape the room suddenly increased by a factor of ten. The only thing that prevented him from trying was the knowledge that his 'savior' could track him so long as he was bound in her aura. Since it was impossible for him, a mere 'Slag', to break free from the bindings of a Golden Warrior, he ultimately had little choice but to bide his time and see how things play out. Fortunately, he had been hospitalized quite a number of times in his youth, so, while it was impossible to associate the old woman with the nurses he had encountered in his past, it wasn't his first time receiving a sponge bath...(A/N: Since the Cultivation in this world is derived from various metals, those deemed to lack talent are known as Slag by society. Slag is basically the useless byproduct of forging, and, while it wasn't impossible to recycle, most people simply scrape it off to the side for disposal.)

After one of the most awkward twenty minutes of his life, Nobu, once again, found himself alone in his room. In hindsight, he realized he could have asked the old woman for answers, but, at the time, the only thing he was thinking about was how much longer the bath was going to take..."I swear, once I get out of these bindings, I'm never letting anyone tie me up again...there must be something seriously wrong with people who enjoy this..."Forming that resolve in his heart, Nobu adopted a seated position before awkwardly retrieving the tablet with his toes. His greatest frustration at the moment was that his arms were firmly bound. He had never even thought about trying to operate a touch screen with his toes. He was also the exact opposite of limber, not because he was unfamiliar with stretching, but because his current body was little more than skin and bones.All of the muscles he had spent the better part of a decade sculpting were nowhere to be seen. His joints even creaked and popped every time he fully extended his arms and legs, so, while he wanted nothing more than to learn more about the strange tablet, his situation made doing so remarkably difficult. This didn't deter him, of course, but, compared to the ease in which he could navigate his previous phone, handling the tablet was a nightmare.From what Nobu had been able to ascertain so far, there were only three apps available on the strange device. Based on the icons alone, he could assume that the first was a camera function. It looked like one of those canon cameras that hipsters made use of, but, unlike the devices from his homeworld, this one had runes engraved around the lens. As for the other icons, the second looked like a message bubble while the final icon appeared to be a glass sphere.Though the camera had failed to excite him, the message bubble caused Nobu to feel giddy. One of the tropes that had been gaining popularity on Earth were novels that had the MC gain access to some kind of interdimensional chat room. This allowed them to chat with people from other realms, and, in some instances, they could even travel to the worlds of various fictional characters.Eager to confirm his suspicions, Nobu attempted to use his big toe to press the pale-golden bubble that vaguely resembled the flying nimbus from the anime Dragon Ball Z. Unfortunately, trying to hit a specific icon with his big toe while hunched over was easier said than done. As a result, he ended up inadvertently tapping the glass sphere. This caused the screen to momentarily grow dark until a series of logos, much like what you would see after booting up a game, cycled on screen.Since the stone tablet lacked the three navigation buttons present on most modern smartphones, Nobu had no idea how to navigate back to the main menu or close the app he had just opened. All he could do was wait patiently as nearly twenty different logos flashed on the screen. Then, just as his tensions reached an all-time high, the app loaded to reveal the same glass sphere that had been present on the tablet's home screen.Suppressing his disappointment as much as possible, Nobu scrutinized the glass sphere for any tell-tale signs of its purpose. He noticed that, while it resembled an empty glass container set against a grey backdrop, there was an almost indiscernible aura surrounding its edges. This reminded him of the giant cookie players would first encounter when starting a new game of Cookie Clicker, so, after a very brief moment of hesitation, Nobu did what he had always done best and started tapping the screen with his toe.Immediately after the first tap, Nobu's heart began beating rapidly as a 0.001 appeared along with the words: Achievement Unlocked: The First Click. At the same time, an icon appeared near the top of the screen with a tiny exclamation mark, clearly indicating it was an Achievement Tab.Unable to contain his excitement, an almost perverse grin spread across Nobu's face as he softly exclaimed, "No fucking way! My cheat is a Clicker App!? Is this for real...!?"Though he had yet to verify the app was anything more than a time sink, Nobu's instincts told him the app was special. There was even a chance it was directly linked to his cultivation base, so, after recovering from his momentary stupor, his eyes resembled those of a gambling addict as he began to furiously tap the screen with his toe. This caused the number above the sphere to increase from 0.001 to 0.037. Unfortunately, just as he was about to press it again, the glass sphere momentarily darkened as a '1s' indicator appeared in the center.Furrowing his brows, Nobu moved his foot to the side as he muttered, "Don't tell me there is a limit on the number of clicks I can do...that defeats the entire fucking purpose of having a clicker app...!"Fortunately, long before Nobu had finished cursing, the 1s icon vanished. It was only then that he noticed a tiny indicator near the bottom right of the sphere. It had been red during the period of time in which the sphere was greyed out. Now, however, it was counting up at a rate of roughly 1 per second.Though he still wanted to complain, Nobu felt greatly relieved by this turn of events. Sure, it might prevent him from spamming clicks until he reached the absolute pinnacle of the world, but, at the same time, it meant he could stockpile clicks while he was busy with other things. There was even a chance he could upgrade the accumulation rate, so, with high hopes for the future, he began to tap the screen at a rate of one click per second...........After roughly forty minutes of rhythmic tapping, Nobu's point total had only increased to a mere 2.4. Were it not for the subtle tingling sensation spreading through his abdomen, he might have already given up for the day. He was also afraid there might be an upper limit to the number of clicks that could be stockpiled. If he awoke after a full night's rest to discover he had only saved up something along the lines of 100, the odds of him throwing the tablet against the wall were higher than he would like to admit.Undoubtedly as a result of the bullying he had endured in his childhood, Nobu had never been the most level-headed individual. He appeared borderline apathetic to most people, but, the moment anyone tried to push his buttons, they would quickly discover he wasn't someone just anyone could mess around with. This led to him spending several nights in prison, and, had it not been his mom pleading for a more lenient sentence, he might have spent the latter half of his High School career in a juvenile detention facility.Thinking of his mother, Nobu recalled that it had been a few days since their last conversation. He would need to call her pretty soon...or...As the notion of calling his mother entered his mind, Nobu's movements gradually ceased until he was frozen in place atop his bed. The realization that he would never be able to talk with her again had just hit him like a ton of bricks. His heart began to beat faster, and, though he did his best to suppress it, an extremely sour sensation spread through his nose as tears began to swell within his eyes.Unsure of how to put what he was feeling into words, Nobu began to mutter, "Fuck...fuck...fuck...!" with increasing intensity. His sudden encounter with the Goddess, combined with his reincarnation into a fantasy world, had momentarily suppressed his acknowledgment of the truth. He had, in fact, died. Everyone he ever knew and loved was now an impossible distance from him. Even if he did his best to reach the absolute pinnacle of this world, the odds of him ever seeing them again were slim to none. Instead, he was alone in a foreign world, and, due to his selfish decision to keep his former age and appearance, he compromised his chances of adjusting to a new family and making friends in his youth...Unable to suppress the rage and indignation building in his heart, Nobu raised his face towards the ceiling and screamed, "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK...!" at the top of his lungs. This caused the owl that had been observing him to emanate a luminous glow, but, with his attention focused on other things, Nobu failed to take notice of this. Instead, he began to thrash around on the bed, desperate to free himself from his bindings so that he might punch something, anything, to relieve the anguish he was currently feeling...---Contrary to Nobu's expectations, the owl watching over him hadn't been active the entire time. The ability to link senses with a construct was something that typically only existed above the Rank of a Platinum Hero. The few people that could use it at lower levels needed to focus their minds to the extreme, so, more often than not, they needed to enter a deep meditative state just to maintain the connection.Yui, despite being one of the most exceptional practitioners of her generation, was no exception to this rule. Thus, shortly after dropping Nobu, she departed the Inn to complete the business that had brought her to the city.Despite having just turned eighteen, Yui belonged to one of the most prestigious warrior families supporting the Oda Clan. Her Great Great Great Grandfather had fought alongside the founder of the Oda Clan as his sworn brother. Since then, the Yoshitsune had dutifully served as the retainers of the Oda Clan, a relationship that had persisted nearly six-thousand-years.At present, Yui was completing the task that would ensure her position as an official warrior of the Yoshitsune Clan. This was generally very difficult for females, but, thanks to her talent and strength of will, Yui had been spared the fate of becoming a Concubine to one of the Young Masters of the Oda Clan.Though she wasn't particularly against the idea of fulfilling her ancestral duty, Yui had lost interest in marrying into the Oda Clan after her original spouse succumbed to a serious illness. It wasn't an exaggeration to say she had been bred for this purpose, so, after learning of his death, she avoided the fate of being married off to an older member of the family by dedicating herself wholeheartedly to her training. This was the only way she could choose her own fate, so, while many within her own family had opposed it, Yui was determined to go down in history as one of Nian's strongest female warriors.With this ambition guiding her, Yui soon found herself outside a hut located a short distance away from the city proper. Her duty was to investigate the disappearance of one of the Oda Clan's former retainers, an elderly gentleman named Nanamori Natsu. He had been missing for nearly two years, but, according to rumors, his grandson was still alive and well. Her task was to track him down, and, if possible, ascertain the truth related to Nanamori's disappearance.Unfortunately, just as she had arrived outside the ruins of Nanamori's cottage, Yui's eyes began to release a pale glow as her sight linked up with the Scouting Owl she left back in the city. She hadn't been expecting this, so, while she normally had flawless balance, Yui narrowly avoided an intimate reunion with the ground after twisting her ankle on a rock.Hissing in response to the pain, Yui instinctually grasped her ankle, pale golden light emanating from her palms as she attempted to prevent swelling. At the same time, she found herself cursing her decision to pick up a random person from the streets, but, seeing said man thrashing around on the bed as if he were in extreme pain, the curse fell short of reaching her lips...

Though they were not the largest, the Oda Clan was one of the most powerful factions exercising its influence over the archipelago of Nian. They had a lineage of producing powerful heroes that dated back more than six-thousand-years.Were it not for his request to keep his age and body, Nobu would have been the first-born son of the current Patriarch of the Oda Clan, Oda Senken. Instead, his father was left with no choice but to throw him out as pressure from his political enemies mounted against his First Wife, Suzuki Nana.Had Nobu remained in the family, Nana's position as Head Wife would have been threatened as accusations mounted regarding her ability to produce a viable heir. Nobody would dare accuse Senken, a Rank 7 Mithril Lord, of being the problem, so, when it came to choosing between his crippled son and the woman he loved, Senken chose the latter.While the people back on Earth would undoubtedly accuse Senken of being a terrible father, the majority of Nobu's memories regarding the man was seeing him grieve over his inability to remove his curse. Senken had apologized to him nearly every single day, and, until the Elders pressured him to stop wasting Clan resources, the man had spent a fortune searching for a cure.Understanding his fault in the matter, Nobu made no attempt to flee back to the Oda Clan. It had already been eleven years since his exile, and, in that time, his parents had produced two more sons and a daughter. He knew this because the entire province of Owari, the geographical location of the city he was currently living in, was forced to celebrate the birth of every Young Lord and Lady of the main branch of the Oda Clan.Fortunately, while his family had tossed him aside, Nobu wasn't completely without options. Prior to his exile, his father had entrusted him to the care of an elderly retainer. They had died around three years ago, but, prior to that, he had been well cared for. As for how he ended up on the streets, you ask? Well, the answer to that was relatively straightforward: human greed.Since the elder responsible for his care couldn't exactly advertise that he was a member of the Oda Clan, a number of small yet influential families, specifically the Imagawa and Abe Clans teamed up to take advantage of him. From their perspective, he was a mysterious outsider with deep pockets, so, after confirming his cultivation base wasn't a threat, they began levying all kinds of taxes against him in order to drain his wealth. Then, once he couldn't pay, they sent various lending organizations and thugs to force him into even direr straits.In the end, the old man was killed when one of the lending organizations attempted to take Nobu hostage. They found it odd that he had been able to hold out for several years, so, assuming he had a treasure hidden away, they broke into his house and attempted to pressure him for answers. After that, they simply left Nobu to die, but, due to the wealth of treasures he had consumed in his youth, he managed to survive until the present day.Nobu knew his survival must have had something to do with the Goddess as it didn't really make sense to him that they would just leave him be for two years. Fortunately, the old man charged to take care of him had carried on his father's legacy of talking to him, so, while the thugs had never been able to ascertain the source of his funds, Nobu knew he had been stockpiling funds with the intention of relocating them to a more 'hospitable' region.The only issue with this was that Nobu was currently on the verge of death, so, even if he knew where the man had been stowing away their savings, that didn't prevent him from crashing face-first into the pavement after running eight of the rural city's massive blocks. This earned him the attention of several pedestrians, but, the moment they saw how he was dressed, they completely ignored him.Following a few of the closer passersby with his eyes, a pained yet wry smile spread across Nobu's face as he saw each and every one of him stare with a mixture of pity, disgust, and outright disdain. Despite this, none of them even bothered to ask if he were okay, as, in this particular world, helping others was, more often than not, inviting trouble into your life.Crawling to the side of the road, Nobu curled up into a fetal position in a desperate attempt to hold on to the heat his sprint had generated. At the same time, his body habitually hugged the strangely warm stone tablet to his chest, a curious quirk he had apparently had ever since he was a child.If his memories could be relied upon, other people didn't seem to be able to see and interact with the mysterious tablet. This indicated it had something to do with his reincarnation, but, due to the condition of his body, Nobu wasn't particularly in the mood to experiment. The pain in his stomach had become even worse, and, though he hadn't taken any hits, he found himself periodically being forced to swallow due to blood and bile rising from his throat.Were it not for the fact the frigid temperatures caused the moisture to accumulate as ice particles on his lashes, passersby would have been privy to seeing Nobu crying for the first time in close to ten years. The last time was when he heard a heavy crash, and, after going to investigate, he found his mother sprawled out at the base of the stairs with blood pooling near her temple. That singular moment had eclipsed all the pain he had received from being bullied, as, in the weeks leading up to the fall, he had actually been giving his mother the silent treatment.Recalling this incident with crystal clarity, yet another wry smile developed across Nobu's lips as he dryly mused, "I wonder if this is what it means to see your life flashing before your eyes? I hope the next world...is a little...less...extreme..."With memories of his mother waking up at the hospital serving as his shepherd, Nobu allowed his mind to gradually descend into darkness. His vision quickly receded from the periphery, and, for a brief moment, he felt some kind of nauseous 'swelling' in his mind as a sensation similar to vertigo spread through his entire body. This forced him to remain awake for a while longer, but, with each passing moment, the desire to simply 'let go' became exponentially more powerful.As that thought crossed his mind, Nobu briefly recalled his father, mascara streaming down his face as he wept at his mother's side. For most, this would have been a rather touching scene, but, due to flying back on the earliest flight from an anime convention, he was still in costume. This earned him the attention of everyone in the hospital, and, though he apologized several years later, Nobu had never truly forgiven the man for showing up a magical girl during the time he needed his father the most.Feeling a tremendous amount of pain and pressure surging from the very core of his being, Nobu's body lurched as he vomited forth a considerable amount of blood and bile. This frightened a young girl that had been walking by, a startled shriek emanating from her throat as she jumped back more than six meters in an instant.Seeing the girl adopt a defensive posture, glowing golden daggers in hand, Nobu forced a smile as he said, "Sorry about that...". Then, with the last of his strength, he did his best to avoid falling face-first into his own blood and bile. He knew someone would have to come by and clean up his body, so, while a part of him wanted others to suffer as much as possible, basic human decent prevented him from being a complete ass in his final moments...---Though most people would have simply gone about their business, the young woman, Yoshitsune Yui, had her focus drawn to the eerie black blood splayed out across the ground. Others might not recognize it, but, as one of the few Golden Warriors of her generation, it wasn't her first time seeing someone expel impurities from their body.Noticing the young man had completely lost consciousness, the daggers in Yui's hands gradually melded back into her aura as she walked forward to check his pulse. To her surprise, his pulse was steady and strong despite appearing to be little more than an emaciated beggar. She could even make out the joints of his elbows, knees, and ankles through his clothes, tell-tale signs of extreme malnourishment...Furrowing her brows, Yui briefly considered whether or not she should try and help the youth when the words of her Grandmother, the woman responsible for bestowing her name, entered her mind."Listen closely, Yui. Though I don't expect you to go out of your way to help everyone, it is my hope that you will remain a kind and courageous girl throughout your entire life. If you ever find yourself in a situation where you are questioning whether or not you should help someone...trust me when I say you will regret it far more if you did nothing at all..."Though the meaning of some words had been lost to time, Yui's name had always meant 'Helpful Fountain'. It was a name primarily given to second or third daughters of wealthy families with the intention of seeding the mentality that they should be willing to sacrifice themselves for the family. Yui had convinced herself that her talent made her an exception to this rule, so, after staring down at Nobu's unconscious form for nearly a full minute, she ultimately extended her hand to produce a pale golden aura.In the world Nobu had reincarnated to, Cultivation Ranks were derived from various types of metal. The very bottom, unable to produce an aura, was known as the Lead Rank. After that, increasing in power and prestige, were the Copper, Iron, Silver, Gold, Platinum, Mithril, Orichalcum, Adamantine, and Jadeite Ranks. These were named as such due to the requirement that breaking through into said rank required a tremendous amount of the respective ore.While it was possible to increase your Cultivation Base without advancing to the next Rank, the ability of 'Aura' to adopt the properties of different metals was too great a benefit to ignore. As one of the only sub-twenty Golden Warriors in all of Nian, Yui had mastered the basics of manipulating and even shaping her aura to produce remarkably versatile weapons. In this particular instance, she used it to fashion a solid gold yet extremely flexible rope, tying it around Nobu's chest and arms so that she could drag him away. The latter currently smelled like he hadn't taken a bath in years, so, while she might have decided to help him, there was no way in hell she was going to carry him on her back...Though the sight of a young woman dragging an unconscious man through the streets garnered a lot of attention, it wasn't to the point that anyone would attempt to stop her. The color of the rope was more than enough justification to steer clear of the beauty, as, more often than not, young and highly skilled people were secretly escorted by the Elders of their Sect. They couldn't even imagine a girl as young and attractive as Yui would be conducting her 'Warrior's Pilgrimage' on her own, so, the moment she came anywhere near them, most people made sure to give her a very wide berth...

Chapter 4: Golden Spoon?