Haimer leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping lightly against the armrest in a steady rhythm.
In this world known as Armed Girl's Machiavellism, if one were to choose potential Familia members, these two stood undeniably at the very top.
First,
Inaba Tsukuyo.
To most people, blindness would seem like a cruel defect, a flaw abandoned by the gods, a fatal weakness that doomed one from ever becoming strong.
But in Haimer's eyes, it was precisely the opposite.
It was a window the gods had left open for her, a passage to a higher realm.
Human senses often interfere with one another. When sight occupies the majority of the brain's processing power, people begin to overlook subtleties, the shift of wind, the tremor of muscle fibers, the suffocating stillness of air a split second before killing intent erupts.
As the old saying goes: "Excess dulls the senses."
An excess of light and color obscures the mind's direct perception of truth.
Inaba Tsukuyo had lost her sight, yet in that loss, her hearing had evolved to an almost inconceivable degree.
She could hear the faintest stirrings across the entire academy.
In a place like Orario's Dungeon, where terrain was treacherous and visibility often obstructed, such an ability was nothing short of divine. It was a gift forged for survival… and for slaughter.
And then there was her sword style, Yakumaru Jigen School.
A madman's art.
It abandoned defense entirely, devoting itself to ultimate speed and draw techniques.
Its defining principle: One strike. Certain death.
"The first blade never doubts; the second blade guarantees defeat."
Everything rests upon that initial cut.
If the opponent survives the first strike, then once they see through it, the second blow will inevitably fail.
A girl who cannot see the world, yet wields the fastest blade within it.
From such contradiction, monsters are born.
If she were granted divine blessing, that so-called "extraordinary hearing" might very well ascend into a rare skill akin to Mind's Eye(TL: Mob 100) .
An unquestionable S-tier prospect.
As for the second,
Haimer's gaze shifted to the domineering name glowing on the interface.
Amou Kirukiru.
If Inaba Tsukuyo was a lightning-fast blade hidden in its sheath, then Amou Kirukiru was a fully unsheathed warhammer, radiating raw destructive force.
"The Empress."
The title was no exaggeration.
By her own strength alone, she had defeated the so-called Tenka Five Swords one by one, ascending to rule at the pinnacle of Aichi Coexistence Academy.
Her discipline, Uechi-ryu, centered on the ultimate refinement of the body.
A girl who forged her own flesh into a weapon.
Her value required no elaboration.
More importantly,
Her mindset.
That disdainful confidence. That hunger for stronger opponents.
That was the core driving force of a true top-tier adventurer.
A lion does not walk among sheep.
To recruit such an Empress, ordinary persuasion was meaningless. Only overwhelming strength would make her willingly lower her proud head.
"One represents the ultimate fusion of shield and spear. The other, the pinnacle of speed and perception."
"I'll have to seek them out myself."
As a God.
As a god determined to stand at the summit of Orario,
This was the decision he had to make.
In a world ruled by competition, hesitate once and you fall behind forever.
Since the system had offered him this chance, he would seize it with thunderous decisiveness.
High potential did not merely refer to their current strength.
It referred to the possibility within them, the ability to break the chains of fate.
"System."
Haimer rose to his feet and adjusted an imaginary collar. Though he still wore simple linen clothes, the aura around him felt as if he were clad in divine armor, standing high above the clouds.
"Lock world coordinate S-14."
"Open transfer channel."
"Destination: Aichi Coexistence Academy."
[Command confirmed.]
[World coordinate locked… S-14, Aichi Coexistence Academy.]
[Host divine power detected in sealed state. Cross-dimensional transfer will consume system reserve energy…]
[Transfer ready.]
[Countdown: 3… 2… 1…]
As the system's cold countdown ended,
The air within Haimer's temple rippled violently.
A brilliant azure gate tore open in space itself, swallowing his figure in an instant.
The next second, a complete silence. The temple returned to deathly stillness.
Only the fallen recruitment sign remained on the ground, lying alone in the dust.
…
World S-14.
Aichi Coexistence Academy.
It was early afternoon.
Sunlight filtered through dense foliage, scattering dappled shadows across the school buildings.
This was an academy steeped in strangeness.
The girls wore neat uniforms, yet at their waists and backs hung an assortment of weapons.
The boys…
Most kept their heads lowered, faces painted in exaggerated makeup, shrinking away from the girls' gazes like startled quail.
Such was the academy's peculiar corrective system.
Meanwhile,
In a higher administrative area often referred to as the Headmaster's Office.
The air felt heavy.
A tall girl with long black hair stood silently before a massive window, gazing down at the students below as though they were insects scurrying across the ground.
Her eyes were sharp as blades. Cold, arrogant and Untouched by doubt.
Amou Kirukiru.
The Empress of the academy.
And at this moment,
She felt something unfamiliar.
Boredom.
Yes,
Boredom.
When one stands at the peak of the pyramid and sees no rival in any direction, the loneliness of supremacy gnaws at the soul.
The Five Swords?
Merely a little stronger than the rest.
To rule within this narrow cage was still to remain a a big fish in a small pond.
Human desire knows no bounds.
When survival is secured.
When power has been attained.
The yearning for a higher realm, buried deep within human genes, erupts like weeds breaking through cracked stone.
She longed for an opponent.
For someone who could make her blood boil, her heart race, perhaps even let her taste fear once more.
Only at the brink of life and death does existence blaze most brilliantly.
That is why people challenge the impossible.
Why they climb peaks deemed unreachable.
Because at the edge of that abyss lies a view the mediocre will never behold.
…
"How dull," she murmured.
And then without warning, the sky split open.
There were no storm clouds, and there wasn't even any thunder
It was as if an invisible blade had sliced the sky themselves, tearing open the curtain of reality.
Bright blue light poured through the fracture, bathing the entire academy in brilliance.
The glow was not blinding.
But it carried an authority that made it impossible to look away.
As though a higher-dimensional existence had turned its gaze upon this insignificant world.
The academy fell silent.
Armed girls mid-reprimand froze in place.
Boys trembling in corners forgot to cower.
Teachers preparing lessons in their offices stopped mid-sentence.
All of them looked up.
At the very center of that descending light, a figure slowly began to take shape.
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