Kenjirou grinned, his weapon glowing with divine energy as he rushed forward, aiming straight for Javier's throat.
A full-powered charge.
But—
CLANG!
Javier parried the attack effortlessly, his Adamantite sword holding firm against the so-called 'divine weapon.' Unlike his usual self, there was no grin on his face, no playful remarks. Javier's eyes were pure, burning rage.
This was not a game. This was not a sparring match. This was war.
Kenjirou, expecting to see fear or hesitation, was slightly taken aback. But then, his smirk widened. "Oh? No jokes? No witty remarks?" He pressed against Javier's blade, sneering. "What's wrong, little brat? Too scared?"
Javier said nothing. He didn't care for words anymore.
At that moment—
The other summoned heroes moved.
The Assassin Hero, Shun, disappeared into the shadows.
The Archer Hero, Mirielle, aimed her glowing arrow at Gloria.