Into Our Fantasies Book 1 - Watch before you listen

The Under

"The Under?" Chris asked.
"Yeah. It's a place that was made by watchers and others who took their power from entertainment. It was a small group at first, but as more and more people were successful in running away or beating their captors, it blossomed into a bustling city," Keshael said.
"How many more cities are there? If its so easy to beat the captors, there must be a lot of them, right?" Chris asked.
"They're many more cities, each with powers based on hobbies that they have had. However, the ability of the watcher is the easiest one to use, which is why we have such a high escape rate. Listeners, for example, have to think about songs to harness they're power, making them rather slow and useless when they are inexperienced. Artists need to draw or imagine a sculpture in order to fight, which makes them nearly impossible to beat with prep time, but useless when in a situation like being captured. So watchers tend to be escape more for those reasons."
"I see," Chris said, rather perplexed but getting the basic idea of it all.
"Hey, um what's your name?"
"Chris."
"We still have some time before the sparring session begins. I would like to know your skill set ."
"My skill set? And what do you mean sparring session?"
"By skill set, I mean how many shows are on your skill tree, and by sparring session, I mean a free for all brawl that ends when there's one person left."
"Ah. I see . I suppose it would make sense when everyone's practically immortal. You can't see my skill set, though."
This was met with a confused pout from Keshael. "Why not?"
Because I am actually ashamed at my lack of abilities.
Instead of saying that, he said "Because I don't think that showing your enemies your cards is a good move, especially as . . . you did retrieve me from the prison, right?"
"Yeah."
"So why would I show you my hand?"
Keshael smirked. "Clever child. You should keep that same attitude with your friends."
"Yeah, you're not wrong. Except for the part where you said that they were my friends. I barely know them, and they have been . . . abrasive, to say the least."
"Speaking of, how are they? I don't see them here. "
"They're good. Arika is raring to fight you. I told her that it could wait for the battle Royale. But you should probably do your daily tasks before the start of it, no?"
"How did you-"
"It's rare, but it happens. Although that passive hasn't been seen in a while, people have been known to get an adaptation passive, usually manifesting as a list of daily tasks and getting to the level of a person that was stronger than you mid fight. You can usually tell from them passing out at around 11-12 pm - am for their penalty tasks when they don't do them. That's about it, though."
"Yeah, I guess so. Speaking of which , I have to do that right now, so-"
"Yeah, you do that. I'll see you on the battlefield tonight." I'm
"See you."

. . . Anime:) .  .  .
After lifting the weights for ten minutes, Chris felt ridiculously sore, even with his passive actively rectifying it and making his muscles stronger. Arms hanging lifelessly at his sides, he sat around, deciding to improve his shinsu control, his chakra abilities, and others before leaving.
But what to do? There was no administrator in the real world, so his shinsu was only the average amount of shinsu the characters had. In that case, he should get creative and make his own techniques. But what to make?
It dawned on him after a while. Of course. Why hadn't he thought of it before? It was so obvious and simple.

How about a shinsu rasengan?

A compressed ball of shinsu small enough to be a small bomb, and powerful enough to cleanly kill. Now, all he had to do was make it.

Concentrating, he summoned the shinsu he would need. Then he imagined it spinning around in different currents, each with it's own rotation. Then he increased the power to a controllable extent. Season one bam didn't have that much shinsu right now. Maybe when he was in season two.
After that, he sped up the rotation. Struggling to hold on, he released it after a long thirty seconds,it blowing up in his hand and injuring himself in a spectacular fashion. No matter, he was satisfied.
The bomb would take out anyone who was multi state level and below, and to guarantee that he also didn't die, he would learn the instant transmission from dragon ball. Although he didn't necessarily want to, as he thought the anime to be trash with super's well, for lack of a better word, existence. But z and z Kai were good, and gt was tolerable, so it was ok, he guessed.

Now onto another order of business. How do I summon my Kyōki?
"What you do is find out our war name and say it for all to hear."
"Is that you, Chumon?"
"Nope, it's Kyoki. I thought I'd give you a hand so we don't get completely destroyed out there. Seeing how, you know, anyone that's died in this world that's above state level has one. And everyone has died, Chris. Everyone."

"Yeah. But how do I find your war name?"
" Well, with most people, they'd have to go on a quest that would last some 50 years to win on the power of friendship, but we don't have time for that, so I'll just tell you. My name is . . ."
Then she whispered to him her name, and his eyes widened slightly. "Is that so?"
"Yeah. Chumon's is hers to give, but you shouldn't come back here because you died nigh immediately. So that should help. You should consolidate using the great sage while you fight, for evaluating the power that the opponent has. She also gives you a viewpoint on what the person might do, due to her experience."
"Ok."
"Good! Now come on.You have to get the powers of Goku while it was still Dragon Ball Z."