Haruka barely moved.

  But in the next instant—the battlefield changed.

  “Tenkai no Shingi No. 75 – Gravity Well.”

  A sudden force crashed down, pressing against the Shingan’s shoulders. The ground beneath him cracked, his movements instantly restricted.

  The Shingan exhaled sharply.

  “No. 101 – Phantom Threads.”

  Thin, shimmering strands of Tamashkii erupted from the ground, coiling around the Shingan’s limbs like spectral chains.

  “No. 133 – Earthly Conviction.”

  The terrain beneath them solidified. The shifting mist, the warping air—everything froze.

  Koharu felt the sheer precision of Haruka’s techniques. He wasn’t just attacking. He was controlling the battlefield itself.

  The Shingan’s smirk widened.

  “I see. You must be the one they say that has mastered the arts. Impressive, indeed.”

  Then, he exploded.

  Golden energy surged outward in a violent shockwave. The Phantom Threads snapped. The Gravity Well dispersed. The battlefield fractured.

  Haruka’s stance did not change.

  “Expected.”

  Then—he stepped forward.