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Chapter 46: Heh, Hiding All These Years... Finally, I Can't Hold It Back! Mangekyou Sharingan, OPEN!
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Seito stepped to the front of his army, his gaze locking onto the two leaders across the field. His left hand gripped the scabbard of his Tachi, his right resting casually on the hilt.
"So, you're Sei?" the Skull Mask sneered, his voice cold. He was putting on a brave face, but internally, his pulse was racing. Standing before a hundred thousand players would rattle anyone's nerves.
"Heh." Seito offered a faint smile. He slowly drew his blade, the cold steel singing as it pointed toward the masked man. "You've got a big mouth for a guy who's surrounded. Can't you see the ocean behind me?"
Clang! Swish! Click!
In an instant, the air was filled with the sounds of a hundred thousand weapons being drawn. Swords left sheaths, halberds were leveled, and firearms were cocked. The Eastern Country players stared down the Westerners like a pack of starving wolves, turning the atmosphere into a powder keg.
High above on a massive branch, several familiar faces were spectating the scene.
"I didn't realize Seito-kun's influence was this absolute," Yui Yuigahama whispered, her eyes wide with shock at the scale of the confrontation.
"When the top three players in the world join the same guild, the rest of the world will break their necks just to get an invite," Asuna explained. To ordinary players, the Fatui was more than a guild; it was a legend in the making.
"That's at least a hundred thousand people down there," Yukino Yukinoshita noted, her analytical gaze sweeping over the sea of players.
"Fufufu," Kaguya Shinomiya giggled behind her hand. "Yesterday, he was taking on a hundred thousand people alone. Today, he's leading a hundred thousand to crush someone else."
The Ice Queen couldn't help but admire Seito's sense of theater. The game would be far more boring without him. Ai Hayasaka stood behind her, listening silently with her usual stoic expression.
Back at the Frontline.
Seito suddenly turned his back on the Skull Mask and RadiantKnight, ignoring them entirely. He raised his Tachi high, addressing his own guild.
"Brothers! Does anyone have anything to say?!"
The crowd erupted.
"I'm done pretending!" one player roared, a wild "Dragon King" grin spreading across his face. "The Dragon Sovereign is here! Who dares defy me?!"
"I'm done hiding too!" a massive brawny man yelled, throwing his axe aside. Under the gaze of thousands, his body swelled, fur sprouted, and he transformed into a towering, armored White Bear—his racial talent. "ORCS! NEVER! SLAVES!!"
The cry sparked a chain reaction. Across the field, thousands of players began activating their unique transformations and hidden talents.
Dog-men, Minotaurs, Cat-girls, Fox-spirits...
"FOR THE HORDE!!"
"Heaven did not give birth to Wang Ergou, so the path of the sword has been as eternal as a long night!"
"Heh, hiding for so many years... finally, I can't hold it back! Mangekyou Sharingan! OPEN!"
"Is my Goro Goro no Mi power finally going to be exposed?"
"It seems I'm not the only protagonist in this world after all..."
The shouts were a chaotic mess of anime quotes and chuunibyou delusions, but the morale was undeniable. The hype had reached a fever pitch.
Seito turned back around, the wind whipping his white trench coat. He dropped his right hand, leveling the tip of his blade at the Skull Mask. Then, with his left hand, he slicked his hair back in a single, elegant motion. His eyes sharpened, radiating a cold, predatory light.
"ERASE THEM!!!"
The command was like a match dropped in gasoline.
BOOM!
The army surged forward like a tidal wave.
"KILL!!"
"STOMP THESE IDIOTS INTO THE DIRT!!"
"Hahaha! Don't run, little girl!
Grandpa's coming for you!"
"Whoa, brother, did you just pin a guy twice your size?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Nothing, you're just a beast, man!"
The battlefield became a scene of absolute carnage—and utter absurdity. In one corner, a Western player was dragged into the crowd and met with the "Foot of Love" from a dozen angry brawlers. In another, ten male players were chasing a beautiful female player, intentionally using "Slow" debuffs to keep her running in circles like a cat playing with a mouse.
As for the leaders?
The Radiant Knight and the Skull Mask found their path blocked by a familiar, menacing figure.
"Heh, you guys have a lot of nerve," Amou kirukiru laughed wildly. She cracked her knuckles, dark energy swirling around her fists. When Seito had made the call in World Chat, she hadn't hesitated for a second to lead her group into the Fatui.
"Who are you?" the Skull Mask asked, his voice wavering. Why was some "nobody" blocking him? Where were the Harbingers?
"You don't need to know my name!" Amou roared. She lunged forward, her fist glowing with overwhelming power.
BANG!!
The Skull Mask reacted just in time, rolling to the side. The Radiant Knight, however, was a half-beat slow. Kirukiru's fist connected with his chest, sending him flying backward, coughing up a fountain of digital blood as he crashed into the dirt.
"Looks like I found a big fish," the Skull Mask muttered, his expression finally turning serious.
"Fufufu... you dodged that? You're not as pathetic as you look," Amou sneered.
The two clashed in a blur of steel and magic.
Meanwhile, Seito, the primary target of this entire conflict—wasn't even fighting.
He sheathed his Tachi, planted the scabbard into the ground, and rested his hands on the hilt, watching the massive brawl with a satisfied smirk.
"So inelegant," he whispered to himself. "I suppose I'll have to teach the guild members the meaning of 'Grace' later."
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