Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

As Wuhe approached at high speed, she held a small piece of cloth that looked like a wet tissue, while she gripped the handle of a gun in her hand.

"Control of the gun?"

The person behind the water didn't quite understand what this thing could be used for.

Wuhe gave him the answer in the next second.

"Take the move."

This was a strike she unleashed with all her might; it was the culmination of many years of effort and dedication by the Amakusa-style Cross Religion.

"—The Saint's Collapse!!"

Wuhe's gun went off.

It wasn't a metaphor, nor anything else; Wuhe's strength truly transformed into a bolt of lightning, flying out in a straight line, and this time the sharp strike truly hit the abdomen of the water behind him.

Without any mercy, the flashing bluish-white purple lightning pierced through the body of the water behind him, spraying out from behind and tearing apart the darkness of the entire night. The enormous friction even caused the cloth in Wuhe's hand holding the gun to emit black smoke.

With a deafening roar, the flash of light that pierced through the water behind them solidified into a cross of light, causing new explosions all around.

"I finally succeeded in obtaining the sage's technique."

From the tactile sensation in his own hands, Wuhe could clearly sense that he had indeed succeeded.

She can deduce the effective time simply by feeling the touch in her hands.

(Make full use of this limited time to render the support from the rear, who are now just ordinary people, completely powerless during this period.)

Aside from the Amakusa-style cross-shaped cult, no one could understand why Gowa was so moved.

Before a technique is successfully used, it is merely theoretical knowledge.

Only by achieving true success can the practicality of this technique be proven.

"A good technique."

The sudden sound froze Gowa and all the members of the Amakusa-style Cross Church.

Because that was the sound of water from behind.

But that's impossible. The water behind should be completely rendered powerless. This powerlessness doesn't just mean it can't move; it means it has completely lost its ability to act, including speaking.

But that's the reality they were faced with.

The naval lance, which had transformed into lightning, had somehow reverted to its original shape. Despite Wuhe not issuing any instructions, it was through external forces that the spell was forcibly reversed and the control was released.

It turns out that the left hand of the water behind was located on the abdomen.

Instead of pressing on the wound, he used his palm to withstand the tip of Wuhe's spear, just before the skin was touched.

Just as Wuhe's gun turned into lightning, the water behind him forcefully grabbed the tip of the gun.

"If I were just an ordinary saint, I would definitely be finished by now."

A smile appeared on the face of the person behind the water.

This is not mockery, but a happy smile when facing a formidable opponent.

"But it's a pity."

With his left hand gripping the spear, he slowly moved his right hand behind him.

"—I am a saint, and also a member of the right seat of God."

"Moreover, I also possess the qualities of the Holy Mother. This quality can stabilize the balance between the two powers within me, the Holy Son and the Right Seat of God, and can also disperse the power you just injected into my body and expel it from my body."

“You have every reason to be proud, because you have truly developed a technique that can threaten even saints.”

"The reason I failed is simply because I am not an ordinary saint."

As he spoke, Zhi Shui swung the stick in his hand from behind.

He had already seen their trump cards; they were excellent, very impressive. But now he should end this battle.

……

"what do you think?"

About 300 meters from the battlefield, inside Makoto Haramura's villa.

He was sitting on the sofa, and on the virtual screen opposite him was a battle scene between the Amakusa-style Cross Sect and the Rear Water.

Of course, he wasn't watching this by himself.

Beside him was a young girl.

Well, calling her a girl isn't quite right, because this girl is about 1.7 meters tall.

Even some men might not be able to grow that tall.

She had long, glossy black hair tied in a ponytail, cascading down her back like splashing water. She was tall and slender, wearing old jeans and a white short-sleeved T-shirt. The hem of the shirt was tied around her waist, revealing her plain, smooth school uniform. The left leg of her jeans was cut off, exposing her upper thigh. She wore knee-high boots, making her outfit quite avant-garde.

However, what is most eye-catching is the weapon worn by the girl at her waist.

This is a long katana, over two meters long, housed in a leather strap, resembling a long stick.

However, the girl's eyes were now filled with anxiety, completely unlike her usual calm demeanor.

From the fact that she had already drawn her sword, it was clear that she could no longer contain herself and was ready to rush to the battlefield.

That's right.

This person is none other than Kanzaki Kaori, who traveled across the ocean to Academy City to help Haramura Makoto.

She arrived at a time that wasn't too late, only a step later than the water behind. However, when Makoto Haramura realized she had arrived, he didn't let her participate in the battlefield directly, but instead moved her to his side.

"They are dangerous, I'm going to make my move."

The sharp blade reflected a blinding white light under the refraction of the lamp.

It's only a distance of 500 meters; she can reach it in an instant.

"Don't rush. What do you think of the Saint Collapse technique and the results achieved by the entire Amakusa-style Cross Cult?"

Today, he's here to wake up that awkward guy, Kanzaki Kaori.

He quite admired the Amakusa-style cross, so he decided to fulfill their wish today.

"Now is not the time to talk about this."

"If we don't help, they will die."

Kanzaki Kaori was starting to get impatient.

She couldn't bear to watch her former companions be ravaged by the waters behind them.

"They'll be fine, I guarantee it."

"By comparison, your problem is more serious."

Makoto Haramura also stood up and reached out to press down on Kaori Kanzaki's shoulder.

He had to control Kanzaki Kaori in this way, otherwise she would probably break free in her current state.

Do you still think that the trouble you've caused will drag them down?

It was an immense power. Although he hadn't unleashed the full power of a saint, it was still beyond the reach of humans and magicians. As a result, the man's claws gripped his shoulders like a pair of pliers, rendering him unable to move.

"Ugh."

Kanzaki Kaori frowned deeply and sighed.

She cannot fight against the person she is supposed to protect, otherwise it would be putting the cart before the horse and losing the original meaning.

"They really have become stronger."

"It's completely different from before."

Kanzaki Kaori immediately began with praise, without denying the efforts of the Amakusa-style Cross Church over the years.

"Even I would probably stumble if I saw this kind of technique for the first time."

However, at this point, Kanzaki Kaori suddenly changed the subject.

"But it's meaningless. Saints are different from ordinary people. They will only harm them if they stay by my side."

"Their current strength is enough to cope with many difficulties. I couldn't rest assured before, but now I can."

"I've given my answer, is that enough?"

The hand that had been gripping Kanzaki Kaori's shoulder tightly loosened, and Haramura Makoto put his hands back into his pockets.

"Okay."

"Since you've already realized all this, there's no need for me to say anything more."

"I will only say one sentence."

Walking up to Kanzaki Kaori, Haramura Makoto turned around and stared directly into her purplish-blue pupils.

Her sharp, soul-piercing gaze caused Kanzaki Kaori to pause for a moment, completely forgetting that she still had her former comrades supporting her.

"You always think you're doing it for their benefit, but you never consider whether what you're doing is what they want."

There is a saying: "If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening."

"Aren't magicians just a bunch of guys like that? Look at the power they've gained, you can imagine how much they've sacrificed to catch up with you."

"I am not entirely clear about such a sacrifice."

"But according to my estimate, their losses are probably greater than when you were still in the Amakusa-style Cross Church."

Makoto Haramura shrugged.

“I know you might have initially thought that they would give up on their own over time.”

"But the facts have proven that they are a group of guys who will never give up. They will give their all to keep up with you, until the day they destroy themselves."

"Instead of doing that, you might as well have stayed by their side from the beginning."

Makoto Haramura lightly touched the ground with his toes, and the ground rippled like water, thus unfolding a gap in time and space.

"You can think about it carefully here."

Seeing Kanzaki Kaori completely stunned, Haramura Makoto gently shook his head and then disappeared from the scene.

……

"ended."

Houfangzhishui raised his metal rod high and made this statement.

The booming sound instantly exploded on Wuhe's body.

"Oh!"

The water behind, whose attack had been blocked, did not show any shock. Instead, it stared at the figure beneath it with an air of matter-of-fact indifference.

"Finally, they're not just staying in the back anymore; are they ready to make a move?"

"Well, you've seen everything you needed to see, and they've done their best. Now we can't let you get too carried away."

As the smoke from the explosion dissipated, Makoto Haramura's figure came into view.

He hovered in mid-air, holding the long sword horizontally in one hand, easily blocking the attack from the water behind him.

"You're really confident."

Having failed in her first attack, Houfang Zhishui did not continue to entangle, but instead twisted her body in mid-air to increase the distance between herself and Haramura Makoto.

"Let's retreat. Leave the rest to me."

"Your Pope is waiting for you in the villa."

Makoto Haramura reached out and gently patted Itsuki's head, who was somewhat stunned, and said in a gentle tone.

"You mean the Pope? Did she see that just now?"

Wuhe's pupils trembled violently.

She had no idea that everything she had just done had been seen by the person she most wanted to see.

In an instant, a tremendous sense of loss overwhelmed Wuhe.

"The Pope was watching, and I still acted like that. It was such a failure."

"All of everyone's efforts have been ruined by me."