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"That guy who died against the young lady over there was our weakest," said the sunglasses-wearing bastard. "Let's see you try against all of us at once! Let's go, bastards!"
"OOOHHHH!"
Just moments ago, they were terrified of me. But now, they surged with morale and determination, as if their boss had inspired them with some supernatural force.
I noticed his Spiritual Soul Aura expanding—like a vast consciousness unraveling into tentacles that connected to their bodies. Perhaps he was injecting them with emotions to keep them from backing down.
Well, that only made things more fun for me.
All the Yakuzas charged at once. I leapt into the frontlines, drenched in my own blood and that of my last opponent. I swung my rapier forward, channeling all Five Steps of my Martial Arts and beginning to meld their power together.
