"Billy Briarwood," a lieutenant for Mr. N's Elite Guard, Rank #5, Letter "H," The Hero, spoke with pride.
"DO NOT underestimate the importance of weapons in battle or war."
Billy stood professionally in his suit and tie, in the middle of his lecture for Infantry A, Class B.
He explained the topic at hand.
"The 10 Great Weapons of the World."
The 10 Great Weapons, described as weapons of mass destruction, were scattered across the globe. In America, they were only confirmed to have one user.
"The Monolith."
Jeremiah the Grafted.
At the mention of the name, the class began to murmur.
"The patch man?""He's rumored to be worse than—"
"A few of you might have heard of him or even seen him in person. He did go to Mr. N's Hero School, just like the rest of you," Billy explained.
A student raised a hand."Did you actually teach Jeremiah?"
Billy ignored the question, staying on topic.
"Every continent has at least one weapon. However, it is rumored that out of all the weapons scattered across the world, two are unaccounted for."
"Weapon #2, The Archangel's Atomic Bomb."
"And Weapon #9, the God Stick."
"While Weapon #2 remains a mystery, Weapon #9 was wielded by one of Mr. N's former elite guards, Mori."
He turned to the board and wrote firmly.
DO NOT ENGAGE A USER OF ONE OF THE 10 GREAT WEAPONS.
"The number one rule."
"Even though the God Stick is ranked #9, any fight against one of the 10 Great Weapons is not a fight."
"It is illegal."
"It is a slaughter."
"Flee on sight, or you will be killed for committing treason. Choosing to fight is choosing suicide."
The battle commenced.
Osprey was ready. He was already warmed up from earlier. His shots were precise despite the distance.
The first arrow was so fast it didn't whistle. It cracked the air like a gunshot. Mori's eyes widened a fraction too late. He panicked, his arms flailing up to protect his face.
It worked.
The hit wasn't fatal.
The arrow punched clean through his open palm and tore a jagged path up through his forearm.
Mori staggered back, a grunt escaping him as warm blood spatters.
He recovered quickly.
Six more arrows followed.
He dodged all of them. One grazed his skin, leaving a shallow cut that he ignored.
Mori didn't hesitate. He threw the God Stick into the air.
It levitated above him.
He raised his hand.
And controlled it.
Osprey breathed deeply.
"God… he doesn't even flinch. His reaction speed might be on the same level as Dreyfus."
From his hidden perch 1.4 kilometers away, Osprey's supernatural eyes locked onto the weapon hovering in the air.
He calculated.
"If what I read was correct, the wind pressure around the God Stick is too strong. It'll knock my arrows off course. Worse, the currents are unstable. Spinning. Unpredictable. No equations. No physics. Nothing I can rely on."
"The smart move is to destroy the weapon itself… but that's impossible."
"The closer I get, the denser the air becomes. Hitting it directly? Not a chance."
Osprey steadied himself.
The genius adjusted.
And planned his next strike.
It would not be his last.