My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 696

While the Evans family was caught in an emotional confrontation at the infirmary, Kisha had already made her way to meet the newcomers in her territory. Before that, she had sent the Winters to train alongside those who had remained at the hidden base—men who never had the chance to train under her and Duke back at HOPE Base.

The hidden base members had a lot of catching up to do, and it showed. As soon as the two groups began their training session, the Winters' men from HOPE Base effortlessly dominated their counterparts. The difference in skill was undeniable, and frustration rippled through the hidden base group as they groaned and struggled to get back on their feet.

"Ugh! How did the gap get this big in just a month? Is this the difference between levels?" one of the men from the hidden base grumbled as he pushed himself up from the ground after being tossed around like a ragdoll.

His opponent from HOPE Base smirked. "Well, you're still Level 0. I'm already Level 1."

"Ugh! One more round!" the hidden base man growled, determined to bridge the gap.

While the others were busy with their training, Kisha turned to Keith. "So, baby brother, why don't you show me your progress for a bit?" she said, her eyes assessing him thoughtfully.

Watching the training session had reminded her that she hadn't checked in on Keith's development for a while.

After hearing Sparrow's report on what her little brother could do, she realized he had improved significantly—perhaps even more than she had expected. Now was the perfect time to see it for herself before heading off to meet the newcomers.

"Alright," Keith said, looking smug. He took a calm breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, an exact replica of Kisha stood before her.

Every detail was perfect—the facial features, the build, even the subtle nuances of her expression. Perhaps it was because Keith was so familiar with his sister that he could recreate her so flawlessly.

"Hmmm. This is impressive," Kisha acknowledged, circling the illusion with a nod of approval. She extended her hand, attempting to touch it. Like mist or a hologram, the illusion offered no resistance.

Her fingers passed through it effortlessly, causing the form to distort momentarily before seamlessly reforming as if nothing had happened.

Then, to her surprise, the illusion turned its head toward her and smiled—eerily lifelike. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}

Kisha raised an eyebrow before shifting her gaze back to her little brother. "Not bad…" she said with a small smile.

After all, Keith's specialty was illusion—meant to deceive the eye, not create something tangible enough to fool both sight and touch. Yet, his mastery was undeniable.

"Alright," she continued, her smile widening with interest. "What about your combat skills? Show me what you've got."

She knew that Keith and their grandfather had been training with Ethan, learning close combat techniques, as well as how to handle explosives and firearms. Now, she wanted to see just how much he had improved during her absence.

In her previous life, Kisha had been the one to personally teach and train Keith, guiding him through every step. But this time, she had been too busy to oversee his progress as closely. It felt strange—almost unnatural—not to be the one shaping his skills.