bookcurios Chapter 687 - 687
Chapter 687 - 687
"What happened now?""You're asking me?"
The crowd whispered among themselves while watching the scene.
Aurora was already the center of attention - his every move drew the eyes of everyone present.
Anyone could see the disgust he showed toward the boy named Amane Shinomiya.
"Raikiri and the Uncrowned Sword King also look serious."
"I remember online rumors saying that Akatsuki Academy's Amane Shinomiya has a wish-fulfillment ability?"
"Isn't that invincible?"
"How could there be such a cheat-like ability? It's probably just a rumor."
"True."
The surrounding competitors shook their heads with laughter.
Subconsciously, they refused to believe such an absurd ability could exist in this world.
Moreover, from a rational perspective, if such an ability truly existed, this boy named Amane Shinomiya would have surely become a major figure like the world's richest person, a national prime minister, or the world's strongest by now. How could he remain relatively unknown until now?
So it's impossible.
However, reality is often more absurd than people imagine.
Amane Shinomiya's Blazer ability was indeed causality manipulation - wish fulfillment!
If he wished for it, situations would develop according to his desires!
The main reason Hagun Academy lost to Akatsuki Academy back then was precisely because of this Amane Shinomiya!
"...How annoying, I'm actually your fan, you know?"
Amane Shinomiya's smile stiffened.
"I genuinely prayed for you to become the Seven Star Sword Art Festival champion."
"A championship obtained through your prayers would be too dirty!"
Eiji shuddered, goosebumps rising all over his body.
"Besides, the championship is already mine for the taking. Why would I need your prayers?"
These words were extremely arrogant.
As if looking down on everyone, not considering any heroes in the world worthy of attention.
Yuudai Moroboshi glanced at him.
Kiriko Yakushi, Kuraudo Kurashiki, and others also looked at him.
Kurogane Ikki and Byakuya Jougasaki's eyes flickered uncertainly.
But at this moment, no one spoke.
"Why do you hate me so much?"
Amane Shinomiya fell silent for a moment, looking at him with genuine confusion.
"Is it because we attacked Hagun Academy? That was just a mission, you know. Personally, I'm completely your fan, guaranteed authentic!"
As he said this, he confidently patted his chest.
"You're quite skilled at playing dumb!"
Eiji sneered, his words sharp with sarcasm.
"Although I haven't completely mastered that ultimate technique, I'm definitely not blind either. My intuition tells me you're not the good boy you appear to be. If people had colors, most would be multicolored."
"But you're different - you're completely pitch black throughout."
Swordsmen are usually quite skilled at reading people, as most possess extraordinary observational skills. Some can even elevate their observation to the limit, learning completely mastered techniques.
Eiji didn't know this move.
To learn Complete Mastery required vast amounts of information - in other words, prior investigation to understand the target's behavioral habits, mannerisms, and so on.
Eiji had never put effort into this area. If he wanted to, he could probably learn it in a short time, but improving his swordsmanship already consumed all his energy. He simply had no time to learn this ability. Moreover, fully mastering it came with significant drawbacks—if intelligence updates weren't timely, he could easily be deceived by his own eyes, leading to faster defeat than usual. It wasn't some miraculous technique.
His aversion to Akatsuki Academy as a whole was only part of it.
The reason he harbored such intense hostility toward Amane Shinomiya was purely instinctual.
Whenever this young man approached, his entire body screamed at him to get away, as if the guy were some kind of pathogen. Every cell in his body expressed discomfort.
He could assert with certainty that Amane Shinomiya was far from simple on the surface.
"What an unreasonable sense of disgust," Amane Shinomiya sighed.
As if tired of pretending, his expression turned utterly bored.
"Fine, if you hate me, there's nothing I can say. But it's true that I'm your fan. Well, what kind of fan I am—you can imagine that for yourself."
He gave Eiji a strange look.
His eyes revealed a dark, murky turbidity, as if concentrated with countless malevolent intentions.
"Speaking of which, this year's match schedule will be released soon, right?" he murmured to himself, a brilliant smile spreading across his face.
"I'll pay special attention to you—and of course, your companions too."
Special attention.
He definitely had the ability to do so.
As if thinking of something delightful, Amane Shinomiya's expression became exceedingly pleased.
"Amane Shinomiya."
The next moment, he heard an icy call.
"Boom—!"
Suddenly, an immense pressure surged forth like a tidal wave.
For an instant, it felt as if he were in the vacuum of space. A giant hand seemed to clamp around his throat, his instinct to breathe forgotten entirely, and a sense of suffocation overwhelmed his entire body.
He was facing Eiji directly.
And saw a pair of terrifying eyes.
An astonishing oppressive force emanated from him, so dreadful it was suffocating.
In that moment, the entire hall fell silent.
Everyone was bathed in the torrent of that aura, staring at the figure in the center with shock and disbelief.
"Crack, crack!"
Faintly, the sound of shattering glass echoed.
Under the assault of this storm, the glass cups in the hall filled with cracks and rapidly broke apart.
Someone had their collar stained with wine but remained completely unaware.
Another had food in their mouth but wore a dazed expression.
"If I'm your target, then come at me. I'll handle any move you make," Eiji said, as if oblivious to the chaos, his oppressive eyes fixed intently on Amane Shinomiya.
"But if you dare lay a hand on anyone else, I'll make you regret ever being born!"
He would die.
He would definitely die.
If he didn't comply, he wouldn't live to see the next second!
No.
Calm down, stay calm.
My luck is extremely good. As long as I don't want to die, it's impossible for me to die here!
"Ha... haha, well then... we'll see!" Amane Shinomiya strained his voice.
He forced the corners of his mouth upward, revealing a smile uglier than crying.
Unnoticed by him, his entire body was trembling. If not for his inner confidence, he probably would have knelt already.
He turned to leave.
But Eiji sharply stopped him.
"Stop! You just said the match schedule is about to be released, right? You're not allowed to leave until it comes out."
"..."
Amane Shinomiya paused in his tracks.
There was absolutely no reason for him to obey.
Because he possessed the ability to make anything happen—the world revolved around him.
"Hah... I suppose waiting a little longer won't hurt."
But just as he was about to voice his refusal,
facing that terrifying gaze, he instinctively changed his words.
"Ding ling ling—!"
Quite coincidentally,
rings tones started sounding from everyone's pockets present.
Eiji was no exception.
He took out his student handbook, tapping to open the screen.
"Match schedule released."
"Hagun Academy, Aurora Swordmaster Nangou Eiji. You have been assigned to Block D. Your first match opponent is—Akatsuki Academy, Gale Sword Emperor Kurogane Ouma."