I Am in Marvel with Unlimited Cards

I have finished translating this fanfic, IMUC (I Am In Marvel With Unlimited Cards) and have posted all the advanced chapters on Patreon. (https://www.patreon.com/c/marvel6395). You can read all the advanced chapters there.

The autumn night breeze gently swept over the Emperor's Pavilion, causing the cherry blossoms in the courtyard to fall and drift into the pond near the rock garden, creating gentle ripples.

"You must be very strong," The girl in the kimono said, her eyes wide with curiosity as she looked directly at the tall and muscular Kyle.

"I guess so," Kyle replied with a slight smile. He wasn't sure if the girl before him was simply naive or truly innocent. Despite him being a foreign intruder, she showed no hostility, only curiosity and an inexplicable sense of joy.

"What is your name?" She asked again.

"Isn't it proper to give your name first before asking for someone else's?" Kyle shot back with a playful question.

"Oh, right." The girl tilted her head slightly, her voice soft as she introduced herself: "I'm 'Princess Sakura.' Sakura as in cherry blossom, and princess as in divine maiden. But my family calls me 'Sachiko,' which means they want me to be happy forever, even though I'm not quite sure what happiness is."

"I'm Kyle. Like the 'Ka' in 'Kaito' and the 'Le' in 'Erkang,'" Kyle replied, playing along with the pun from his former life. He continued to observe the girl's delicate and pale face, and upon hearing his name, Princess Sakura smiled earnestly and commented:

"Kyle... that's a nice name."

For a moment, Kyle didn't know how to react. This young girl, unlike the rest of Imperial Japan who saw his name as something demonic and forbidden, seemed to show no fear, only innocence.

Clack, Clack, Clack-'

Suddenly, the sound of wooden sandals echoed through the hallway. Kyle glanced to the side and saw a dark figure scurrying past. In the next instant, a young samurai from Japan, dressed in traditional warrior attire, appeared before him and leaped into the air. His sword was raised high above his head, ready to strike.

Before the girl could register what was happening, she saw only a flash of white light.

So fast.

Kyle's eyes flashed in surprise. The speed of the strike was so fast that an ordinary person's body would be torn in half before he even noticed.

But unfortunately for the samurai, his opponent was Kyle.

Without dodging, Kyle quickly extended a single finger from his left hand and used it to block the incoming sword.

"Clang-

The samurai's blade struck Kyle's finger, making a sharp metallic sound. A trail of bright red blood trickled from his finger and dripped onto the pale hand of Princess Sakura, who was kneeling beside him.

Kyle was actually surprised this time. He had been wounded. Even though he hadn't used his dual star energy, the power of Vulcan, or the protection of Venom and Vis, the fact that a human could wound his now godlike body could only be described in four words.

The pinnacle of perfection.

This was a sword strike at the peak of mastery, one that could even touch the divine.

But while Kyle was surprised, the one who was truly shaken and desperate was the samurai known as Kenichi.

In this era of advanced technology, where martial arts and swordsmanship were in decline, Kenichi had no techniques or formal moves. For thirty years, he had relied solely on this single, all-or-nothing strike, defeating countless modern masters and grandmasters of swordsmanship throughout Imperial Japan.

Kenichi had even cut through tanks and firearms, but now, against Imperial Japan's greatest enemy, his ultimate strike had only resulted in a minor cut on his one finger.

This was the strongest in the world.

Kenichi sheathed his sword and knelt before Kyle, his spirit broken.

"You're not going to continue?" Kyle asked, puzzled.

Kenichi let out a bitter laugh. How could he go on? He had put everything into this one blow. Even if Kyle stood still and let him attack, a hundred or a thousand blows wouldn't be enough to really hurt him.

Kenichi took a deep breath and smiled ruefully. "As expected from the American Kyle. I really... can't compare to the sword masters of the past. No matter how hard I try to catch up, it's all in vain."

"That stroke of yours - during the Second World War, no swordsman in Imperial Japan could have matched it," Kyle said without emotion, speaking the truth. Back then, he had only been a Super Soldier, with a huge gap between him and his current godlike form.

"To have your approval, I can die without regret," Kenichi smiled faintly as he knelt down and planted his sword on the floor of the corridor. "Go ahead. To die at your hands would be a worthy end after thirty years of swordsmanship."

"Very well, I'll grant your wish," Kyle said as he snapped his fingers and sent a golden flame towards Kenichi. The fire consumed him instantly, his clothes and flesh turned to ash in a flash, until only his sword remained, driven into the ground.

The night wind blew, scattering the ashes from the courtyard, leaving only the sword embedded in the ground.

Kyle looked down at his still-bleeding finger, noticing that the wound had not healed.

"Another Carbonadium sword?" Kyle wondered as he looked at the sword. Only a weapon made of such a material could suppress his regenerative abilities, similar to the blade of Muramasa. Kenichi's sword would probably also be considered a cursed blade in Imperial Japan.

"You're injured..." Princess Sakura's voice pulled him out of his thoughts as she held out her hand. A soft white light radiated from her palm and fell on Kyle's wounded finger, healing it completely.

Healing powers?

Kyle raised an eyebrow and looked at Princess Sakura, his voice cold as he reminded her, "You do realize you're helping your enemy."

"Enemy?" Princess Sakura replied with confusion. "I only know the difference between someone healthy and someone sick."

"And you're not afraid of me?" Kyle asked, still bewildered by this strange girl who seemed to be imprisoned in the Emperor's Pavilion, yet was protected by powerful swordsmen.

"Are you going to kill me?" Princess Sakura asked with a pure, unadulterated smile, leaning weakly against the wooden door. She continued quietly, "The doctor said... I only have six months to live. My healing powers can save others, but they can't save me. I'm not even afraid of death, so why should I be afraid of you?"

"I see..." Kyle knelt down, moving closer to her as he looked into her lifeless eyes, a faint smile forming on his lips. "Young lady, do you wish to live? I can give you life - fifty years, a hundred years, even a thousand years if you wish."

At that moment, Kyle was like a devil from hell, offering humanity its most coveted wish.

But Princess Sakura shook her head without hesitation. "No, I don't want to."

"Why?" Kyle was taken aback.

"Even if I lived on, I would still be here, wasting my days. It would be boring. I might as well die early," Princess Sakura said with a serene smile on her face.

Kyle suddenly understood. This girl had no purpose in life. She could live or die. It made no difference to her. That's why there was no fear in her eyes - no sense of danger, just a desire to pass the time in the last stretch of her life.

"Interesting... Let me teach you the beauty of life," Kyle said as he reached out, pulling Princess Sakura's slender waist towards him with one hand and cupping the back of her head with the other.

"Beauty?" Princess Sakura blinked in confusion, but before she could say anything more, Kyle pressed his lips forcefully against hers, cutting off her words along with her breath.

(Chapter End)