"Wait for me a moment," Ryoshu called out, his voice steady and commanding.In his hands, he clutched three bows of varying designs, each bearing unique marks of craftsmanship and a spear that gleamed ominously in the fading light. These weapons were not his own; he had scavenged them from the battlefield moments ago. The skirmish had left the ground strewn with the remnants of combat—broken shields, shattered blades, and discarded bows. Ryoshu had moved swiftly through the chaos, his eyes scanning for anything valuable amidst the debris.He couldn't help but smirk as he thought, 'The rules don't forbid using other people's weapons, right? Haha.'Exploiting this loophole amused him, and he relished the thought of turning his spoils into an advantage.Determined and persistent, Ryoshu could have spent more time."Fumiya," he called out with unwavering authority. His voice echoed slightly in the still air, summoning his loyal companion."I know you can do this. Swallow these three bows

The wind was howling with increasing ferocity, growing stronger and stronger with each passing moment. The fierce gusts whipped through the air, bending trees and sending debris flying. However, despite its immense power, it couldn't alter the perfectly straight path of the spear flying with unwavering precision. The weapon seemed to cut through the chaos, an unerring missile aimed directly at its target.Esther, who was positioned behind Ryoshu, was in no better condition. She had almost completely depleted her Mana, leaving her powerless and vulnerable. The veins on her temples throbbed, and her breath came in ragged gasps. When the overwhelming force of the wind hit her, she was swept off her feet and thrown into the air like a ragdoll.Esther immediately abandoned her control over the floating blood shield in a desperate move. The magical construct disintegrated, sending blood droplets across the sky. The crimson spray glistened in the dim light, painting a grim and chaotic pict

Ryoshu was jolted awake suddenly, his consciousness snapping back to reality with a force that left him momentarily disoriented. His heart pounded in his chest as he took in his surroundings, the familiar sights of the classroom bringing a strange mix of comfort and confusion. The harsh fluorescent lights overhead buzzed faintly, casting an artificial glow over the rows of desks and the dull whiteboard at the front. He opened his eyes fully. Ryoshu noticed the students around him, their faces frozen in expressions of surprise and fear, clearly startled by his abrupt awakening. The room, previously filled with the quiet hum of conversations and the occasional rustle of papers, fell silent. Every pair of eyes turned to look at him, wide with curiosity and a hint of apprehension. Gradually, the students moved away, creating a wide berth around him as they continued their discussions in hushed tones at a safe distance."So, I'm back in the real world," Ryoshu thought, a sense of relief

"It's not that there isn't a way to save that innocent boy, but the discovery of a cure for demonic possession is still a distant hope. The process of finding such a remedy is incredibly complex and arduous, requiring not only extensive research but also divine intervention. The boy's fate, like many others, hangs in the balance as scholars and holy men work tirelessly to find a solution.Something extraordinary occurred as the priest softly chanted ancient incantations under his breath. The individual who was on the brink of being consumed by the demonic forces, along with the members of the Purge Squad, suddenly vanished into thin air. It was as if they were never there, leaving behind an eerie silence and bewilderment among the onlookers.'Oh! They've disappeared now!' one of the spectators exclaimed, eyes wide with astonishment.'They've teleported back to their base to continue their work, of course,' another person replied calmly, as though this was routine for them.'What you

Katia and Alan stood next to the blue-haired boy, their eyes narrowed with suspicion. The trio formed an unlikely tableau, the air thick with unspoken questions and doubts. Katia's brow furrowed as she tried to piece together the mystery, while Alan's arms were crossed defensively, his stance mirroring his mistrust."Well... I hid on top of your plane," the blue-haired boy began, his voice steady but low. His name was Ryoshu, and he spoke with a calmness that seemed out of place, given the tension. "I used an invisibility item, and since I don't have Mana, the teacher probably didn't detect me. None of you noticed me up there either, did you?"Katia and Alan exchanged bewildered glances, their confusion deepening. The explanation seemed too simple, too convenient. Just as they were about to voice their doubts, Haruki stepped forward. His presence had a calming effect, and he scrutinized Ryoshu with skepticism and hope."Oh... I see now," Haruki said, his shoulders relaxing visibly