Academy of Arcane - Courtyard

  Scourge charged at Hanako with full speed, his lightning-cladded fist transforming into spear-like appendages as he closed the distance. Hanako turned her forearms into hardened wood at the last second, blocking the devastating attack with a resounding crack.

  She can turn parts of her body into wood as well, Scourge thought, his analytical mind cataloguing this new information. Not only that, but she can selectively transform certain parts to retain both strength and speed. She's clever.

  The two continued their hand-to-hand combat, trading precise strikes as Scourge suddenly shot toxic steam toward Hanako from his mouth. She immediately slipped into the wooden maze she had created, using the constructs to build distance between them.

  Hanako weaved her body seamlessly through her wood constructs, the maze responding to her will and creating easy passage for its creator. But as she slipped away from Scourge, another cyborg that she hadn't accounted for attacked from her blind spot.

  Dammit, this is bad, Hanako thought, kicking the cyborg away and grabbing the ground beneath her.

  She began chanting rapidly, her hands glowing with mana as another cyborg suddenly grabbed her from behind. The machine's hands turned to ice, frost spreading across her body as it attempted to freeze her in place. Scourge came rushing in, ready to deliver what should have been a finishing blow, his arm transforming into a blade that impaled Hanako through the chest.

  "So much potential, yet boring," Scourge said dismissively. "How annoying."

  Instead of blood, however, Hanako coughed up a toxic vapor and exploded in a burst of stunning gas, disorienting both Scourge and the cyborg.

  "Dammit, was that a trap?" Scourge muttered as the stunning effect took hold.

  Hanako rushed toward the disoriented cyborg and impaled it through the head with a thorned sword that materialized in her hand, destroying its central processor instantly. She immediately pivoted toward Scourge, attempting the same finishing move, but his reinforced temple shattered her wooden weapon like glass.

  "You created a decoy with your chant and stunned me and my brother," Scourge said, his respect for her tactics evident in his voice. "You truly are annoying."

  Hanako noted how much harder Scourge's armor was compared to the other cyborgs—her techniques that had easily destroyed the others barely scratched his enhanced frame.

  I can only use that decoy technique one more time before my mana is completely depleted, she realized, feeling the strain of maintaining her constructs while engaging in high-level combat. I need to end this soon, or I won't have the energy to continue.

  Scourge's mechanical features shifted into something resembling a smile as he watched her tactical mind working.

  "I'm beginning to like you more and more as a fighter," he said, his tone carrying genuine appreciation rather than mockery.

  Assassin's Guild - Executive Lounge

  The Guild's executive lounge was a study in understated luxury—leather chairs arranged around a polished table, ambient lighting that cast long shadows across hardwood floors, and screens displaying news feeds from across Japan. The atmosphere should have been relaxing, but tension permeated every corner of the room like a toxic gas.

  Kage sat across from Haikito at the central table, his patience wearing thinner with each passing moment. The Academy chairman remained perfectly still, his hands folded in his lap, his piercing blue eyes staring at nothing. Across the room, Togi observed from his position near the wall, his presence serving as both guard and witness to ensure Haikito didn't breach the blood oath that bound his silence.

  The livestream of the Academy invasion played on multiple screens around the room, showing the destruction spreading across Osaka in real-time. Social media feeds scrolled past showing civilian panic, emergency responses, and speculation about the mechanical attackers. Yet Haikito sat in complete silence, unmoved by the chaos unfolding at his institution.

  Kage's frustration finally boiled over.

  "The Academy is being destroyed and you're sitting here in silence still?" he said, his voice carrying a sharp edge designed to provoke a reaction.

  Haikito remained motionless, not even acknowledging the question.

  Togi's eyes flicked toward the chairman, then back to Kage, his expression maintaining its usual deadpan neutrality.

  Kage's voice grew louder, more aggressive. "Coward. You get everyone involved in your mess and do nothing. The Academy is not going to hold up."

  The shadow behind Kage began to materialize, dark tendrils rising from the floor like smoke made solid. His emotional state was affecting his concept, the darkness responding to his anger and frustration.

  "That brat of yours won't live to see today," Kage continued, standing up abruptly. "You bastard, I should kill you."

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  In an instant, Togi teleported across the room, appearing directly in front of Kage with his usual casual efficiency.

  "Fighting within the Guild is unauthorized, Kage of the Shadows," Togi said in his normal deadpan demeanor, his tone carrying the weight of Guild law rather than personal threat.

  Kage scoffed, his shadow receding as he forced himself to regain control. He sat back down across from Haikito, the chairman's continued silence only fueling his irritation.

  The livestream continued playing on the screens around them—Academy heroes fighting desperately against overwhelming odds while their leader sat bound by supernatural constraints, unable to even acknowledge the destruction of everything he had built.

  Kage's phone rang, cutting through the oppressive silence.

  "Finally, something to break the monotony," he muttered, answering without checking the caller ID.

  "It appears you have an unwelcomed guest, Master Kage," Sebastian's calm, professional voice came through the speaker.

  "How annoying," Kage replied. "Tell them to leave. I'm busy with Guild business still."

  "I fear they will not be leaving," Sebastian continued, though his usual composed tone carried a note of concern. "I have looped them in a walking sequence within the main hallway, but they are getting more persistent about your return, Master."

  Kage frowned. "They? Who and how many are there?"

  "It is one individual, sir. However, they appear to switch between male and female forms..."

  A loud crash echoed through the phone connection, the sound of something substantial breaking or being destroyed.

  "Sebastian?! What's going on?" Kage said frantically, rising from his chair.

  When Sebastian's voice returned, it sounded strained, as if he were being choked. "Master Kage... please help."

  The line went dead.

  Kage stared at his phone, his mind racing. He had never heard Sebastian sound rattled—the man's concept of "Frames" made him nearly impossible to surprise or overwhelm. But in those final moments, Kage had heard something else in the background: a female voice laughing with cruel delight.

  A person who switches between male and female forms, Kage thought, his analytical mind working through the possibilities. This must be someone from the Underworld. Possibly one of the Seven Deadly.

  Regardless of who it was, Sebastian being hurt was something he could not ignore. The man had served him loyally for years, managing his affairs with quiet efficiency and unwavering dedication.

  Kage stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the hardwood floor.

  "I'll leave you pricks alone. Enjoy your silent staring contest," he said, taunting both Haikito and Togi as he headed for the door.

  Togi watched Kage's departure with his usual impassive expression, while Haikito continued to stare into nothingness, his mind clearly occupied with thoughts he couldn't voice while under the Guild's blood oath.

  Something weighed heavily on the Academy chairman's mind—something he desperately wanted to communicate but couldn't speak around Kage.

  Flashback - Earlier, Before the Academy InvasionSoutheast Kyoto

  The teleportation tablet's energy dissipated as Miyamoto and Yukiko materialized at the mouth of Kyoto's southeastern district. The report they'd been given was vague but concerning: unusual activity potentially involving Valen Ashford of the Seven Deadly.

  The contrast between the two heroes was immediately apparent. Yukiko embodied boundless enthusiasm, her bubbly personality manifesting even in her concept—a small cloud that hovered perpetually over her shoulder, currently radiating rainbow colors that reflected her optimistic mood. Miyamoto, meanwhile, carried himself with military precision, his allegiance to Shoto having cultivated a brash, superior attitude that alienated him from most of his colleagues.

  "Y'know, this is our first mission together!" Yukiko said as they began walking down the quiet streets. "You should definitely tell me how you know so much about these Seven Deadly members so we can take this Valen guy down!"

  The rainbow emanating from her shoulder cloud intensified with her excitement, casting colorful patterns on the nearby buildings.

  Miyamoto kept his eyes fixed straight ahead, his expression one of barely contained annoyance.

  "Do you not pay attention to reports and do your due diligence?" he said, as if the act of speaking was bothersome. "As I mentioned before, Kyoto serves as an undercurrent for Seven Deadly operations. Simple as that."

  The cloud above Yukiko's shoulder began shifting from rainbow hues to gray, a visible indicator of her growing sadness at his cold reception.

  "Y'know, it's rare for two 5-star heroes to work together," she said, her voice losing some of its initial enthusiasm. "From the reports I did see, Dante and Master Rengo work seamlessly together. Years and years of swordsmanship experience to accomplish their missions. I just want us to be successful, Miyamoto-bear."

  Being called "Miyamoto-bear" threw Miyamoto off completely, as if it were the most disrespectful thing anyone could call him. Before he could formulate a proper retort, Yukiko suddenly grabbed him and started crying dramatically.

  "When I became a hero, I wanted to change the world, y'know? Save cats from trees! Walk old ladies across the street! And make friends—you'll be my friend, won't you, Miyamoto-bear?!"

  Miyamoto suddenly placed a finger to Yukiko's mouth, indicating for her to be quiet. His dimensional clone, which he had sent to survey the area using his "Rift" concept, had detected something significant. His ability allowed him to send clones into another dimension visible only to him, perfect for reconnaissance while remaining completely hidden.

  "Across the block," he said coldly to Yukiko. "Our target is there."

  The cloud above Yukiko's shoulder immediately began brewing with thunderstorms, dark clouds swirling as she prepared for combat. Her personality might be bubbly, but her weather manipulation abilities were devastatingly effective in battle.

  The two heroes approached the warehouse—a large, abandoned structure with multiple levels. They took the stairs to reach the highest observation point, where they could look down through the upper windows.

  Below them, Valen frantically searched through scattered boxes and crates, his movements erratic and desperate.

  "Oh crap, hopefully this will work, or else Boss will be mad at me!" Valen muttered to himself, his voice carrying the perpetual worry that marked his personality. Forever searching for approval, his envy drove him to seek recognition equal to the other Seven Deadly members.

  Miyamoto positioned himself at the upper window, carefully observing Valen's search pattern and trying to determine what the enemy was seeking.

  That was when Valen suddenly looked up, his eyes locking directly onto the window where Miyamoto was positioned.

  Miyamoto's blood ran cold. How had Valen detected him so quickly? And worse—he could see what Valen held in his trembling hand.

  A detonator.

  "YUKIKO, TAKE COVER!" Miyamoto screamed.

  Valen, looking terrified but determined, pressed the detonator button.

  The warehouse exploded.