"My Lord, shall I take them down?"

In the night sky, Kidd and Iron Sword were locked in fierce combat. Shimabukuro Kimie looked up and stared at the two figures locked in battle. Her long hair moved without wind, and her warm brown eyes shone with a faint golden light. Her aura became solemn and holy.

No one can be above the gods.

The gods are on earth, and people should kneel and worship them; those who blaspheme them should be punished!

This is her most fundamental belief as a priestess.

No rush.

Yuzuru waved to the little shrine maiden, slowly finished the last bite of the sweet and soft wagashi, and even licked his fingertips with lingering satisfaction, "It's not just them who can fly."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of pure, soft, and faintly glowing white wings unfurled behind him with a "whoosh".

Aircraft, right? Everyone has one.

Moreover, it's a top-of-the-line limited edition.

He lightly tapped his toes on the spot, and his body instantly rose into the air, as if weightless, floating lightly and gracefully between Kaito and Tetsuken, his posture as leisurely as if he were taking a stroll after a meal.

Kaito and Tekken, who were locked in a fierce battle, froze simultaneously, their movements halted, staring dumbfounded at the "angel" with wings on her back.

Kaito/Tekken: "Dude, who are you?"

Iron Sword's brain completely shut down. He subconsciously touched his kite, which he had cobbled together from bed sheets and bamboo poles and had the clumsy style of a craft class project. Then he looked at the other guy's gorgeous wings with their own soft-focus effect... Where did this guy buy his flying machine?

It looks like it's more than a hundred levels higher than his! Can we do a group purchase?

Douzi's lips twitched violently, and his eyelids twitched wildly.

Is this art style really scientific?

Will Newton be turning in his grave? This isn't just cutting-edge technology, it's black magic!

However, he didn't think too deeply about it. He simply felt that Yuzuru's equipment arsenal was unfathomable, and wondered if he should ask his grandfather Terai to ask his doctor friend for help in making a low-spec version...

That entrance was so cool!

"These two are having quite a fight!"

Yuzuru's voice drifted through the night breeze, still carrying a hint of nonchalant laziness. With a flick of his wrist, a simple, even somewhat old, training wooden sword appeared in his hand.

He's good at wielding swords.

The chief disciple personally instructed by Ikebana Seika is here, and his expertise is perfectly matched.

I originally wanted to pull out the Flaming Sword, since it matches the Angel Wings skin perfectly, but I was afraid I might accidentally get killed by the two of them, so I decided against it. I need to keep a low profile.

"Sharing happiness is worse than enjoying it alone." Yuu Kusunoki lightly tapped the tip of his sword, pointing it at the bewildered Kaito and the eager Tetsukima. "You two, come at me together. Let me stretch my muscles."

Tie Jian was stunned: "Huh? Aren't we on the same side? Didn't you come to help me?"

He thought reinforcements had arrived.

Yuzuru's smile deepened, appearing particularly...infuriating in the moonlight, just as Kaito had thought earlier. "Yes, but my master gave me instructions that when encountering Aunt Michiko's family, in swordsmanship, there's no need to hold back; just beat them to death."

—Ikenami Shizuka's original words were "sparring," but Hanyu Nan automatically interpreted and upgraded them to "fight to the death."

"Arrogant!"

Iron Sword was the first to object, yelling as he wobbled over with his tattered kite, "Take this! I'll show you the power of the Iron family's swordsmanship!"

Kaito felt a chill run down his spine. He didn't want to fight at all; he just wanted to make a strategic retreat. Running away was the best of the thirty-six stratagems. However, Yuusuke's aura seemed to be locking onto him, making him feel that no matter which direction he flew, he would be stopped by that broken wooden sword, like a small flying insect stuck in a spider web.

Left with no other option, he could only grit his teeth and use the glider's agility to barely maneuver around, occasionally throwing out a few playing cards in an attempt to distract the enemy, while shouting, "Hey! I'm a civilized person! No physical violence allowed!"

With a slight flap of his wings, Yuzuru Hanyu left afterimages in the night sky, effortlessly dodging all attacks.

The wooden sword in his hand seemed to come alive. Every parry and every light tap was perfectly timed. Although it didn't seem fast, it always managed to strike first, forcing the two of them to scramble for their feet.

Against the backdrop of the two men, his movements appeared even more elegant and graceful, with an indescribable sense of rhythm. It didn't seem like he was fighting, but rather like he was dancing alone under the moon. Every frame was handsome enough to be used as wallpaper.

The crowd watching below was stunned; their necks were almost sore from looking up.

Wow! Yuzuru-nii is so handsome!

Ayumi's eyes lit up, and she cupped her face in her small hands.

"It's like...like a real angel descending..." Aoko murmured to herself, somewhat lost in thought, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"That's amazing..." Mitsuhiko and Genta exclaimed, their mouths agape.

Even Inspector Nakamori temporarily forgot about arresting Kid.

Mine Raylia looked at the figure in the sky that resembled a moon goddess descending, then at her own Iron Sword, who was riding a tattered kite, yelling and charging wildly, looking a bit... clumsy. She was silent for two seconds, then decisively chose to cheer loudly: "Hanyu-kun! Go for it! Defeat them!"

—Beauty is justice, strength is truth!

Iron Sword: "???"

Raylia, which side are you on?!

Aren't we childhood sweethearts? Doesn't your conscience hurt?!

Shimabukuro Kimie had already found the best angle to take the picture, holding up her phone and carefully recording her god's heroic figure from all angles, a slight smile of pride on her lips.

Inner monologue: Gods are the best!

...

The aerial battle was a one-sided and overwhelming victory.

Yuzuru even had time to think: "Hmm... this level of force should be enough... it demonstrates strength without going too far... Master Shizuka should be satisfied... should we let Junior Sister Kazuha go with Master, or..."

His thoughts had begun to drift in some indescribable, censored direction.

Kaito and Tekken, on the other hand, were completely relegated to the background, serving as foils to highlight the angel's bravery... well... the disheveled thief and... the landlord's foolish son?

.........

The aerial brawl ended when someone felt they had done their part.

With a flick of his wrist, his wings accelerated, and the wooden sword drew a mysterious arc, seemingly gently touching the frame of Kaito's glider and the support point of the broken kite-like iron sword in turn.

It is a move from the Chibo-ryu swordsmanship technique—drawing the sword to cut the water.

Yes, it's a move he created himself and forcibly categorized as part of the Ikebane-ryu swordsmanship.

Originally, it didn't exist, but he used it so much that Ikeba Shizuka tacitly approved of it, and so it came about.

Just as there were no roads in the world to begin with, but as more people walk on them, roads are formed; and with thick skin, one is invincible.