"Guess it's time I stopped holding back."
Surrounded by the girls, Tenra's voice was almost a whisper—more to himself than anyone else. But in his heart, the decision was made.
Spiritual energy roared through his veins. In both eyes, six blood-red tomoe spun into view, rotating with hypnotic precision. A colossal figure surged up around Tenra, armor gleaming, sword blazing purple at its hip, and a mystical, ancient mirror floating behind its back.
Susanoo.
The crowd outside the arena erupted.
"Whoa—what is that giant?!"
"Governor Azazel, can you explain what we're seeing?"
It was Tenra's first time unleashing this move in a public match. The host's voice trembled with excitement, and the audience was thunderstruck by the samurai titan's sheer presence.
"Now, my adorable little lambs… let me show you what it means to be ruled by despair."
Tenra's face appeared in the crystal, his smile pure devil.
But then—before their disbelieving eyes—the damage vanished. In just a few breaths, Susanoo was whole again.
Indeed, Susanoo's armor was scorched and cracked, battered by the onslaught.
Surely, after all that, even Tenra had to be hurting.
Finally, exhausted, the girls paused.
Flames soared, explosions echoed, and the crowd outside roared with excitement.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A storm of attacks hammered Susanoo.
They moved as one. Rias and Sona led the charge, hurling energy spheres at Susanoo's chest. Xenovia and Irina darted in, blades blurring as they slashed with [Knight] speed. Akeno summoned lightning, Rossweisse unleashed magic, Koneko pummeled with fists, Kuroka hovered above, weaving youjutsu and senjutsu. Tsubaki and Bennia joined the fray.
"Go!"
"Everyone—attack together!" Rias commanded, her eyes flashing with resolve.
His stare sent a chill through every heart.
"So… who's next?"
Tenra gazed down at the remaining girls, eyes glinting.
Gasper's scream faded as he vanished, the host's announcement echoing overhead.
"One [Bishop] of Rias-sama has retired!"
"Aaaaaaaah—!"
Tenra grinned—and hurled the energy sphere skyward.
"S-shooting star?" Gasper blinked, lost.
"Gasper, ever wanted to be a shooting star?" Tenra asked, holding the orb aloft.
He reverted to his original form, pressed against the glowing sphere, looking utterly miserable.
"Waaah… I can't get out, everyone…"
No matter how hard Gasper's bats flapped or collided, the barrier held firm.
Gasper split into a swarm of bats, scattering in every direction. But Tenra wasn't about to let him go. An energy sphere snapped into existence, trapping every last bat inside.
His eyes lit up. Of course—if he transformed, he could escape!
"Gasper, turn into bats!" Rias shouted.
He flailed wildly, tears streaming down his face.
"Aaaaaah! Help, President Rias! Somebody! I'm caught—help me!"
Finally realizing his predicament, Gasper looked left, right… and then shrieked.
Susanoo's massive hand reached down. The girls scattered, but Gasper, still dazed, was scooped up in one giant fist.
But Tenra was just getting started.
Aisha was never a frontline fighter, but her healing and support had kept the team going. Losing her was a gut punch—now they'd have to fight without a safety net.
Sorry, Rias—sorry, everyone. I'm Tenra-san's prisoner now. I can't help you anymore.
The shadow trick had rattled her, but seeing Tenra calmed her nerves. She managed a small, apologetic smile for her friends below.
"Y-Yes, Tenra-san…" She blushed, but didn't protest.
"Aisha, you're my captive now. Just stay put," Tenra said gently, brushing a hand over her shoulder.
Rias and her team exchanged grim looks. One slip, and they'd already lost a vital ally.
A moment later, Aisha reappeared—inside the crystal at Susanoo's forehead, trapped in Tenra's shadow.
"Aisha!" Xenovia and the others lunged to help, but by the time they reached her, she was gone.
The shadow beneath her feet twisted, and before anyone could react, she was sucked into the darkness.
A startled cry rang out—Aisha.
He snapped his fingers.
Tenra's lips curled into a faint smile. "Ladies, it's time to show you what I can really do. Ready yourselves."
She'd made up her mind: after this, she was going to embroider Tenra-sama's glorious Susanoo form onto her favorite jacket and worship it every single day.
Only Bennia, the shinigami loli, seemed immune to fear. Her golden eyes sparkled with stars, practically vibrating with fangirl energy.
Rias and the others weren't strangers to the three Sacred Gears Tenra now wielded. Which was exactly why their faces paled. They knew what this form could do—and what it meant for them. Instinct took over; every girl scrambled to put distance between themselves and Tenra.
"Scatter!"
Inside the alternate dimension—
The chant rolled through the stadium like the tide, the atmosphere surging to fever pitch.
"Tenra Kamiyo! Tenra Kamiyo! Tenra Kamiyo!"
When it came to Sacred Gears, Azazel was the expert. But when it came to wielding them, Tenra was king.
Azazel, seated in the VIP box, offered a wry grin. "That's Susanoo, summoned with the Sacred Gear [Yasakani no Magatama]—but he's also fused [Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi] and [Yata no Kagami] into it. Three Sacred Gears, one manifestation. Their powers don't just add up—they multiply, exponentially. Frankly, there's no one else in the world who could pull this off but that kid."
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