Steve: Science? Irrelevant! Call me Uchiha Steve.

The air inside the gashapon shop felt somewhat stagnant.

The afternoon sun shone through the shop window, illuminating Steve's slightly bewildered face.

He stared at the scene before him, his face full of question marks.

A one-eyed black police chief wearing a trench coat and holding a green solar-powered frying pan.

A frail scholar in a red robe and a muscular man teasing a yellow rat?

And the young shop owner, sitting in a rocking chair, watching him like he was a monkey.

Is this still the world he knows?

"Sir, I think I might still be dreaming inside the ice."

Steve stared at the sizzling green frying pan in Fury's hand, swallowed hard, and muttered, "Has technology advanced to the point where kitchen utensils can be used as weapons?"

"This was...an accident."

Fury's face darkened, and with a thought, the frying pan in his hand turned into specks of green light and disappeared.

He walked over to Steve and patted the old popsicle on the shoulder.

"Captain, welcome to the 21st century."

"There are no Hydra laser tanks here, but there's plenty more shit that you can't even comprehend."

Fury pointed to the gashapon machine flashing neon lights.

"Don't ask about the principles, don't ask about the science, just ask about luck."

"You want to save Carter? Then go ahead and smoke."

"Even if it means filling the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. budget, I'll make sure you see hope."

Steve stared blankly at the machine.

"Peggy..."

That name is a pain that will forever remain in his heart.

He missed that date, and he missed her for life.

Now she lies in a hospital bed, nothing but a shell eroded by time.

"This thing... can really save her?" Steve's voice trembled.

"In my shop, anything is possible!"

Li Ang put down his teacup, a signature businessman's smile playing on his lips.

"Swipe your card!"

Fury pulled out the black card and slammed it on the counter.

"Ten consecutive pulls! For these seventy years we missed, S.H.I.E.L.D. will pay the price!"

drop.

Payment successfully deducted.

Steve took a deep breath and walked solemnly to the gashapon machine.

The thought of Carter made his large hands slightly sweaty.

Click, click.

The gashapon rolls away.

The first few were unremarkable.

Expired World War II canned food

A brand new set of Stars and Stripes lingerie

Howard Stark's Private Diary (Uncut Version)

……

Upon seeing the diary, Steve's eye twitched; he seemed to have discovered some secrets about his old friend that he shouldn't have known.

Until the fifth gashapon.

A green light suddenly appeared.

They were three oddly shaped green tin cans, each depicting a sailor with a pipe in his mouth and thick arms.

Popeye's Spinach (Conceptual Demo Version)

[Description: No training or serum required, just one dose and even the weakest player can tear apart a tank. Note: Duration is ten minutes.]

"spinach?"

Steve held it in his hand, looking completely bewildered. "Is this for me to get some vitamins?"

"Believe me, Captain, this stuff is beyond your imagination." Li Ang looked at the jar of spinach with great interest.

Out of a strange sense of trust, Steve opened the can, tilted his head back, and poured the contents into his mouth.

That taste...

It was like mixing old seaweed and engine oil together; even Steve, who had experienced the terrible food during World War II, frowned deeply.

But the next second—

Boom!Boom!

Steve's heart pounded violently, like the beating of a war drum.

He felt a completely illogical force expanding wildly within him!

"Ughhh!!"

With a low growl, Steve's leather jacket exploded into countless shreds.

His already strong biceps swelled up like a balloon, rapidly expanding to the thickness of his thighs!

Not only that, his forearms were exaggeratedly bulging, and you could even see the muscles twitching under the skin, making a series of "pop" sounds that only appear in cartoons.

"My God..." Coulson, standing to the side, took off his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes. "Is this a mutated version of the Super Soldier Serum?"

Banner stared in astonishment at the arms that rivaled those of the Hulk.

The boss's gashapon machines are truly amazing; they can actually turn an ordinary person into someone like the Hulk.

"I feel like... I could lift the Earth up."

Steve instinctively swung his arm.

It was just a wave.

No force was used.

boom!

The air was instantly shattered, and a visible punch slammed into the floor.

Click!

The punch blasted a crater two meters in diameter into the shop floor!

silence.

"This is not scientifically sound!"

Steve stared at his fist, his worldview shattered. "It was just a can of spinach! What was in it? Enriched uranium?!"

"Calm down, Captain." Li Ang waved his hand.

Under some kind of rule-based force, the broken floor quickly restored itself, as if playing a video in reverse.

"This is the power of the heavens."

"Let's continue." Li Ang pointed to the remaining gashapon capsules.

Steve calmed himself down and continued opening the eggs.

The sixth one is purple!

The dazzling purple light even overshadowed the sunlight outside the window, and a headscarf with a red and white fan emblem lay quietly in the palm of the hand.

[Uchiha Sasuke Template (Incomplete Version)]

[Description: Upon use, grants chakra power and the ninjutsu Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique and Fire Release: Phoenix Flower Technique.]

As the headscarf flashed a white light, a massive and obscure stream of information flooded into Steve's mind.

That was about a method of using bodily energy called "chakra".

"Well……"

Steve covered his head and shook it.

Countless strange hand gestures flashed through his mind: Si, Wei, Shen, Hai, Wu, Yin...

"What is this now? Eastern mysticism... magic?"

Steve raised his hand blankly. Although his fingers were still a little stiff, his muscle memory made him subconsciously begin to form hand seals.

The movements were so clumsy, it looked like finger exercises.

"Ninjutsu?"

Dr. Banner leaned closer, looking curious. "I've seen this online. Is it supposed to be called something like Shadow Clone Technique?"

Li Ang pointed outside the door, "Steve, why don't you go out and try? Don't burn my shop down."

Steve is also a man of action.

Although I felt ashamed, and although I felt that this was completely out of character for Captain America.

But the heat flowing through his body gave him an urge to speak out.

He took a deep breath, his chest bulging, and gathered his chakra in his throat.

Slowly form hand seals.

"巳－未－申－亥－午－寅……"

Steve's eyes narrowed, and he opened his mouth towards an abandoned, unfinished building across the street.

"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!!"

boom!!!

There was no small flame as I had imagined.

Before Fury and Coulson's stunned eyes, a crimson fireball, five or six meters in diameter, accompanied by rolling heat waves, spewed out of Steve's mouth!

The fireball, carrying devastating heat, hurtled towards the building opposite.

Boom!

The concrete walls were charred and brittle from the fire, and the flames from the explosion shot into the sky, illuminating half the street in a fiery red.

Even the shop windows were rattling from the heatwave.

Several passersby who were eating hot dogs dropped their hot dogs on the ground.

"Holy crap! Could it be the Human Torch from the Fantastic Four?"

"Cough cough..."

Steve exhaled a puff of black smoke and wiped his slightly burning lips.

He stared at the still-burning ruins ahead, lost in thought.

"Is this really... not magic?"

Is this how war is fought in the 21st century?

No guns, no cannons, everyone just spews fireballs at each other when they meet?

"Well done, Uchiha Rogers."

Leaning against the doorframe, Li Ang led the applause, "It seems you have a real talent for being a ninja. Although your hand seals are as slow as an old lady crossing the street, your chakra reserves are astonishingly large."

Steve ignored Li Ang's teasing.

As a warrior, he realized the potential of chakra.

in case……

He looked at the vibranium shield in his hand.

According to the knowledge in my mind, chakra can be attached to weapons.

With a thought, Steve sent blue chakra flowing down his arm toward his shield.

hum!

The original silver and red shield surface was now covered with a layer of sharp, light blue airflow.

That feeling... the shield became an extension of his body.

call out!

Steve throws his shield.

The shield, imbued with chakra, moved twice as fast, tracing a strange blue arc in the air, severing a fire hydrant by the roadside, and then, as if possessing its own consciousness, bounced back into Steve's hand.

"It's not just that their attack power has increased..."

Steve's eyes gleamed. "I can also fine-tune its flight trajectory using chakra."

This ability was practically tailor-made for him!

Shield throwing used to rely on physics and geometry, but now... it relies on metaphysics!

"Unbelievable..." Fury stared at the fire hydrant with its smooth, mirror-like cut, his only remaining eye filled with shock.

If this power were extended to secret agents...

No, this is impossible to popularize.

But at least, Captain America is now more than just a spiritual symbol.

He transformed into a versatile warrior capable of breathing fire, engaging in melee combat, and even functioning as a mage!

however.

After a brief period of excitement.

The light in Steve's eyes gradually dimmed.

He put away his shield, and the chakra fluctuations around him dissipated.

He turned around, looked at Li Ang who still had a calm expression, and his voice was filled with deep weariness.

"That's very strong, Mr. Li."

"This will allow me to better protect this country, and even allow me to take on an entire army single-handedly."

"but……"

Steve looked down at his powerful hands.

"Fireballs cannot burn away the aging process in the human body."

"Even chakra can't fill the seventy-year time gap."

"What use would I have for this power?"

He looked up, his deep blue eyes bloodshot.

"I just want to... dance with her one more time."

The atmosphere became heavy.

Fury stopped talking and just silently tightened his grip on the half-smoked cigar in his hand.

Li Ang looked at this old popsicle that had been abandoned by the times.

He neither mocked nor made any witty remarks.

He simply pointed to the last few gashapon capsules remaining in the basket.

"Captain, don't despair yet."

Li Ang's voice was soft, yet it seemed to possess some kind of magic.

Sometimes, fate is a little bit gentler than you think.

Steve was jolted, and he reached out his hand, trembling.

Is there really a miracle there that can transcend life and death?

Click.

The gashapon capsule had a crack.

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