I raised my gaze toward the sky.
It was clear.
A beautiful sun rested in the center of the blue expanse, while a gentle spring breeze swept quietly across the grassy battlefield.
Then I lowered my eyes toward the ground.
The green grass stretched almost endlessly, swaying with the wind like a calm ocean.
No mountains.
No walls.
No obstacles.
Just an open field…
As if the world itself had decided to grant my opponent the perfect battlefield possible.
I raised my gaze once more.
Toward my opponent.
Lord Grass Puppet.
He still stood there without moving.
He hadn't spoken since the battle began.
Even his face carried no expression whatsoever—
Like another puppet standing within his own green field.
"Well then…"
I whispered lightly.
"Let's see what you have, silent Lord."
I raised my hand.
Wind blades began appearing one after another.
One.
Then another.
Then dozens.
Until their number reached a full hundred blades.
They spun around me like a miniature storm.
