Danmachi with Haki skill - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Fists of Resolve

Mikoto watched as Kaito dropped a heavy bag of Valis onto the Familia’s communal table, the clinking of coins echoing through the dojo.

“Half of today’s earnings,” he said, leaning back with a satisfied grin. “For the Familia.”

Chigusa whistled, flipping a coin between her fingers. “Not bad, rookie.”

Ouka gave a rare nod of approval. “You’re learning.”

Mikoto exhaled, the tension in her shoulders easing. “Maybe I was wrong about him.”

Her suspicions had been gnawing at her since yesterday—vanished magic stones—but now, seeing him contribute so openly, she felt foolish for doubting him.

“Thank you,” she said simply.

Kaito winked. “We’re family, right?”

Before she could respond, the door slid open—

“Takemikazuchi! I brought snacks!”

A cheerful voice rang out, and in bounded Hestia, her twin-tails bouncing as she carried a basket of fresh bread and fruit. Behind her, Bell Cranel stood awkwardly, clutching a bottle of sake.

Takemikazuchi, who had been meditating in the corner, cracked open an eye. “Hestia. It’s been a while.”

Hestia grinned. “I came to thank you! Your boy here saved Bell’s hide today!”

Bell flushed. “L-Lady Hestia!”

Kaito laughed. “More like kept him from tripping into a Kobold’s jaws.”

The room erupted into laughter—even Mikoto cracked a smile.

—

As the night wore on, Hestia mingled with the Familia, her eyes lingering on each member.

Five adventurers.

All Level 1.

Only Ouka was close to Level 2, his stats honed through years of relentless training. The others—Mikoto, Chigusa, Asuka, and now Kaito—were still grinding through the early stages of their growth.

Hestia sighed. “We’re not so different, huh?”

Takemikazuchi sipped his sake. “Strength isn’t just about levels.”

“Says the war god with a Familia full of rookies,” Hestia teased.

Takemikazuchi smirked. “Give them time.”

Kaito, listening in, clenched his fist under the table.

“Time is something we don’t have.”

—

At dawn, the six of them stood before the Dungeon’s entrance—the five Takemikazuchi members and Bell, who had begged to join them.

“Floor 7,” Ouka rumbled, adjusting his shield. “Stay sharp.”

Kaito stretched, rolling his shoulders. His sword lay strapped to his back—unused.

Mikoto frowned. “You’re not bringing your weapon?”

Kaito grinned, cracking his knuckles. “Nah. Today, I fight like Monkey D. Garp.”

Blank stares.

“Who?” Chigusa asked.

“A legend,” Kaito said simply. “The strongest marine—no weapon, no tricks. Just fists.”

Bell’s eyes sparkled. “That’s so cool!”

Mikoto sighed. “You’re going to get yourself killed.”

Kaito winked. “Watch me.”

—

The 1st-4th Floors were a blur.

Kobolds and Goblins fell easily to coordinated strikes—Ouka’s shield bashed skulls, Mikoto’s kodachi flickered like lightning, Chigusa darted between shadows, and Bell, though clumsy, was learning fast.

And Kaito?

He fought bare-handed.

His fists slammed into monster flesh with brutal efficiency, each strike backed by H-ranks in Strength and Endurance. A Goblin lunged—he ducked, weaved, and crushed its skull with an uppercut.

Chigusa whistled. “Not bad, brawler.”

Kaito smirked. “Told you.”

—

### Floor 5 – The True Test Begins

Then came Floor 5.

The air grew heavier. The walls pulsed faster.

And the monsters—

War Shadows.

Pale, humanoid wraiths with elongated claws.

One materialized behind Bell—

Kaito’s Haki flared.

“BELL, DUCK!”

Bell dropped just as Kaito’s fist smashed through the War Shadow’s chest. The monster screeched, dissolving into mist.

But more were coming.

“They’re faster here!” Mikoto shouted, parrying a clawed strike.

“And they don’t stay dead!” Chigusa added, backflipping over a sweeping attack.

Kaito gritted his teeth.

His Haki was reaching its limit—10 meters of awareness, but the monsters were coming from all sides.

Then—

A pulse.

A surge.

His vision expanded.

[Mind’s Eye: Horizon LEVEL UP: H]

Range: 20 meters.

Clarity: Sharper, faster—he could see the War Shadows’ movements before they even twitched.

A grin split his face.

“Now we’re talking.”

—

With his enhanced Haki, Kaito became a storm.

He weaved between War Shadows, fists a blur.

A Killer Ant lunged—he sidestepped, grabbed its mandible, and slammed it into the ground.

Bell stared, awed. “He’s… insane.”

Ouka grunted, bashing a monster aside. “Useful kind of insane.”

Mikoto, though reluctant to admit it, felt a flicker of pride.

“He’s growing too fast.”

“But… maybe that’s not a bad thing.”