That Day When Suzuki-kun Wasn't the Mob-B!

”She is so weak.”

Siegfried clicked his tongue, the sharp sound echoing through the blood-stained courtyard of Kuoh Academy. He had just witnessed Jeanne get effortlessly blasted into the night sky by Xenovia. The situation was rapidly deteriorating, and Siegfried knew perfectly well that he couldn’t afford to be dragged into a prolonged duel against Arthur Pendragon.

Arthur was undeniably a formidable opponent. Siegfried had to reluctantly admit that the British descendant was one of the very few swordsmen in the entire world who could perfectly match his own blade work.

But I have to hurry, Siegfried thought, a cold bead of sweat rolling down his temple. The heavy, metallic stench of the slaughtered terrorists was suffocating.

Siegfried glared at his opponent, but Arthur remained infuriatingly calm. Their objectives were entirely opposed. Siegfried needed to finish this duel in seconds so he could hunt down Kuroka and execute the slumbering Finn before whatever horrific metamorphosis taking place in the shadows was completed. Every passing second sent a sickening shudder down Siegfried’s spine.

As he looked at the crimson massacre surrounding them, Siegfried suddenly realized the terrifying truth. Kuroka had deliberately provoked the Khaos Brigade, knowing full well that Finn planned to use their combined souls as kindling for his evolution. They had all danced perfectly in the palm of that stray cat’s hand.

That evil, manipulative cat!

Siegfried cursed her under his breath. He had to stop Finn, no matter what it cost. But could he?

While Siegfried fought with desperate, aggressive fury, giving his absolute all to break the line, Arthur fought exclusively to buy time. Instead of clashing head-on, Arthur gracefully dodged, deflected, and redirected the attacks. The blond swordsman was purposefully dragging the fight out, steadily draining Siegfried’s stamina.

”DAMMIT!”

Siegfried roared, knowing he couldn’t keep this up. Arthur wielded two of the most infuriating legendary blades in existence: Excalibur Ruler and Caliburn.

Excalibur Ruler wasn’t just a sharp sword; it held the absolute authority to manipulate the environment and subjugate organic material. If Arthur managed to land even a shallow stab, Siegfried’s will could be entirely overridden. Worse, Arthur casually used it to command the battlefield—suddenly turning the solid concrete beneath Siegfried’s boots into swallowing quicksand, or creating localized vacuums that choked the air from his lungs.

”FIGHT ME LIKE A WARRIOR, YOU BASTARD!” Siegfried bellowed, swinging his demonic swords wildly.

Arthur simply chuckled, elegantly sidestepping a lethal thrust.

Arthur also wielded Caliburn, the spatial-tearing prototype of Excalibur. With a casual flick of his wrist, Arthur opened minor dimensional rifts, teleporting his blade to strike Siegfried from impossible blind spots.

Siegfried’s own Sacred Gear, Twice Critical, passively doubled all of his physical stats—his speed, power, and agility. He had even unlocked his Balance Breaker, Chaos Edge Asura Ravage, erupting several demonic dragon arms from his back to wield a terrifying onslaught of cursed blades. Yet, the brutal drawback of Twice Critical was that it drained his stamina twice as fast. Against an elusive, space-manipulating tactician like Arthur, Siegfried was simply burning himself out.

The battle across the courtyard had reached a chaotic, deafening fever pitch. Seeing the 200-meter anti-monsters shaking the earth, Asia Argento knew she couldn’t just stand by and watch the people she loved risk their lives.

She closed her eyes, bringing her hands together in a deeply pious prayer.

”Balance Breaker.”

”...”

The leaders standing inside the crimson barrier—Sirzechs, Azazel, and Michael—turned their heads, entirely dumbfounded.

Unlike Akeno and Xenovia, who were actively tearing through the vanguard, Asia had remained safely near the high-ranking Maous and Archangels. Her usually modest nun’s habit was soaked with a sheen of divine sweat, clinging tightly to the soft, surprisingly lush curves of her petite body. The sweet, comforting fragrance of myrrh and vanilla practically radiated from her flushed, glowing skin.

”Heaven’s Nine-Tiered Halo.”

The rings of Twilight Healing on her hands violently shattered into glowing, emerald dust. But instead of vanishing, the particles rapidly expanded.

The very earth groaned. Concentric rings of solid, translucent golden light, thirty feet in diameter, materialized out of thin air. One by one, they stacked themselves vertically around Asia, locking into place with a heavy, resonant sound like a cathedral door slamming shut. Nine distinct tiers of towering, rotating halos cast an oppressive, brilliant divine light over the entire battlefield.

Asia hovered at the absolute center of the construct. A violent updraft whipped her blonde hair wildly around her, and her green eyes glowed with terrifying, absolute purity. The sheer, breathtaking beauty of her flushed, determined face left the onlookers entirely speechless.

”First Halo: Twilight Absolute,” Asia chanted, her voice echoing like a choir. ”Second Halo: Might Amplifier. Third Halo: Godspeed Wing. Fourth Halo: Aegis Ward. Fifth Halo: Aura Surge.”

A pulse of warm, emerald energy washed over the Kuoh courtyard.

Instantly, Vali, Bikou, Arthur, and even Kuroka felt an incomprehensible surge of power. Their exhaustion vanished. Deep wounds stitched themselves closed in mere seconds. Their physical strength, speed, magical reserves, and defensive auras were dramatically, exponentially multiplied.

”What the hell?! What the hell?! How did Twilight Healing evolve into something like this?!” Azazel shouted, completely losing his mind.

There were many things Azazel couldn’t comprehend, but watching a simple healing Sacred Gear mutate into a supreme, army-buffing fortress left him completely dumbfounded. Thanks to Finn teaching her Senjutsu, Asia could endlessly siphon environmental energy, meaning she could permanently sustain this massive, god-tier support structure without draining her own stamina!

Empowered by Asia’s halos, Vali, Bikou, and Arthur instantly overwhelmed their opponents. Heracles, Siegfried, and Cao Cao were violently pushed back, struggling to defend against the sudden, monstrous power spikes.

What a terrifying peerage, Sona Sitri thought, her violet eyes wide behind her glasses.

Sona knew that if Finn Balam ever decided to officially enter the Rating Games, it would be an absolute massacre. He had Akeno dropping apocalyptic magical nukes, Xenovia acting as an unstoppable physical vanguard, and Asia providing unbreakable, supreme support. Combined with Finn’s own world-ending power, their team was flawless.

But just as Finn’s forces were about to secure absolute victory, the leader of the Hero Faction made his move.

”Itthiratana.” (Female Treasure).

Cao Cao uttered the ancient command, pointing the tip of the True Longinus toward the heavens.

A suffocating, oppressive wave of holy light violently exploded across the battlefield.

”Ah...!”

Akeno, Xenovia, and Asia suddenly cried out. The golden halos surrounding Asia flickered and violently shattered like fragile glass. Akeno’s towering storm clouds instantly dispersed. Xenovia’s Touki fizzled out completely.

The three breathtaking women abruptly collapsed to their knees. The Female Treasure of the True Longinus possessed the absolute, conceptual authority to instantly neutralize the supernatural abilities of women. Robbed of their magic, the three girls were left panting heavily, their skin flushed, and their lush chests heaving violently against their tight clothes as they struggled to even stand.

”Really...”

Cao Cao exhaled a slow, heavy breath. The True Longinus shone brilliantly in his hands, restoring hope to the battered Hero Faction. It was the absolute miracle they had been praying for.

”I have to give my all to this battle,” Cao Cao muttered, realizing he had to change his entire strategy. He originally wanted to save his stamina to execute Finn, but if he didn’t suppress Finn’s monstrous women, the Hero Faction would be completely wiped out.

”You should,” Vali Lucifer sneered.

Vali stepped forward, unbothered by the sudden loss of Asia’s buffs. His silver hair whipped in the wind, and his demonic aura flared to a blinding intensity. He had never once entertained the thought of losing.

”Because even without their support, I am still going to crush you,” Vali promised.

Cao Cao narrowed his eye, gripping his spear tightly. As the two prodigies locked eyes, the ultimate clash between the Heavenly Dragon and the Human Hero violently erupted once more!

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By the way, I might have said this before, but I have uploaded my new original story. The title is ”Checking Out at 5:15 PM” with the name ”OnlyPureLove44,” or I might change it to Akikan in the future.

Regardless, there are more than ten Chapters now.

You can check when you want to read more of my work.

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