The battlefield was suffocating. Hikaru, Daji, and Jaki Onna stood frozen mid-action, their bodies stiff as Blackmail's control drained every ounce of free will. Even the gacha summons faltered, their attacks halted by the impossible mental chains.
Brush's eyes blazed with determination. He would not let his friends be puppets any longer.
"Ultimate Power… awaken!" he shouted.
Reality fractured around him. The Seal of the Forbidden Skill shattered, releasing a torrent of raw energy that radiated pure Chosen One intent. Probability bent violently, rewinding Blackmail's mental chains, shaking free every controlled muscle and nerve of his party.
Hikaru gasped as feeling returned to her limbs. Daji's tails flared bright, fox spirit flames licking the air, breaking the psychic shackles. Jaki Onna stumbled, fists swinging wildly, drunken chaos restored, laughing maniacally.
Brush teleported between them and Blackmail, aura now an unstoppable conflagration of red, violet, and gold. His Destruction Fist glowed like the heart of a collapsing star, and with a swing, reality itself trembled.
Blackmail screamed in defiance as the Ultimate Power erased his mind-control network, shattering every tether linking him to the trio. Probability rewrote itself, replacing obedience with chaos, every attack, spell, and reflex now free to act.
The ground cracked, a shockwave ripping outward, sending clones and controlled entities flying. Gacha summons roared in unison, striking at Blackmail with perfect coordination, as though the sheer force of Brush's will had synchronized them.
Hikaru, kneeling briefly, channeled Hinokami Kagura through her broken but resolute arm, flames spiraling into a dance of death. Daji leapt forward, tails wrapping Blackmail in burning fox spirit coils. Jaki Onna barreled in, fists spinning in chaotic, unrestrained fury.
Brush's eyes burned. "I will not let anyone take my friends!"
With a final, crushing swing of the Destruction Fist, powered by Ultimate Power and probability manipulation, Blackmail's control shattered completely. The battlefield quaked, then fell silent, as all chains, clones, and mental shackles were obliterated.
The trio collapsed to their knees, breathing heavily, but alive. Their eyes met Brush's, gratitude and relief shining through exhaustion and bruises.
Brush stood tall, aura still blazing. "No one… no one controls my team. Not today, not ever."
The world trembled around them, but for the first time in the battle, they felt… free.