"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
'But a regular arrow is too weak... and I can't use Mana to conceal my true strength... So, I will-'Ryoshu's mind raced as he considered his options. A standard arrow wouldn't suffice against his formidable opponent, especially under the constraint of not using Mana to mask his true abilities. He needed something far more powerful to ensure success. His eyes flicked to the spear he had picked up from the battlefield earlier. Its length was imposing, and its weight substantial, crafted from dark, dense metal. The spear's air of raw power and potential immediately drew his focus.With a decisive move, he summoned the spear into his hand. The cool metal felt solid and reassuring. Determined to utilize every possible advantage to maximize his damage output, Ryoshu carefully fitted the spear into the bow. He adjusted it meticulously, ensuring it was perfectly aligned for the shot he was about to take. The spear's heft made the bow creak slightly under the added weight, but Ryoshu knew i
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
Even though Esther had many questions swirling in her mind, she resolved to save them for later. The uncertainty of the moment and the emotional weight of their recent experiences made her hesitant to probe further. She didn't want to overwhelm herself or disrupt the delicate balance of their interaction. As she stood there, the flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows on the stone walls around them, adding an almost ethereal quality to the tension in the air.Ryoshu, standing just a few feet away, noticed the curiosity and uncertainty reflected in her eyes. Her furrowed brows and the slight parting of her lips indicated that she was grappling with something internally. However, he completely misunderstood the nature of her turmoil."Is she feeling sad...? Or could it be that her sense of failure burdens her?" he pondered silently. His thoughts wandered to the storyline they were entangled in, the impending events that loomed over them like a dark cloud. The weight of these future
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
"If we don't eliminate him right now, the ensuing disaster will be unimaginable."The weight of their words hung heavily in the air, the reality of the situation settling in like a cold, heavy fog. Ryoshu could sense the urgency and the gravity of their decision. The Purification Squad was not known for their leniency or hesitation; their duty was clear, and they would execute it without mercy. Their mission was absolute, driven by a belief in their divine purpose.As the Purification Squad began to channel their Holy Power, the room seemed to grow colder, the light dimming as if recoiling from the dark energy emanating from Ryoshu. The chants of the Squad rose in a harmonious yet haunting melody, a stark contrast to the oppressive silence that had fallen over the room. The air crackled with energy, the holy and the profane clashing in a battle of wills.The students watched in fear and fascination, aware they had witnessed something extraordinary and perilous. Some clung to each ot
"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
He pondered over his mission. The room grew quieter, the flickering light casting long, wavering shadows. The air was thick with anticipation, each breath he took grounding him in the reality of his choices. Ryoshu knew the journey ahead would be filled with hardships, but his resolve was unwavering.He walked over to the window and gazed out into the night. The moon cast a pale glow over the landscape, illuminating the quiet campus. The tranquility of the scene contrasted sharply with the turmoil inside him. He thought about the boy again, about all the innocent lives at stake. The thought of their suffering fueled his determination.'This is the calm before the storm,' Ryoshu mused, his breath fogging up the glass. 'I must be ready for what's to come.'With newfound resolve, Ryoshu turned away from the window and began to prepare. He gathered his books, filled with ancient spells and knowledge, and reviewed his training notes. Every chant, and every technique needed to be perfected.