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Chapter 11 - Chapter 10: Three Idiots, One Master, and a Skyward Launch

Morning broke with chirping birds, light mist, and the smell of grilled boar meat.

Leo was sipping his tea, watching his three disciples train in sync. Aira's sword sliced the air with precision. Rina's fiery spear spins scorched the grass. Lira hovered—literally—surrounded by shimmering illusions.

Leo smiled. "Not bad for someone teaching from manga memories."

Then—

CRACK. THUD. THUMP.

Three rough-looking men pushed past the bushes into the clearing.

They wore mismatched armor, smelled like old cheese, and carried weapons that looked more rust than metal.

"Well, well," the leader said with a grin. "This the place?"

"Yeah," the second man sneered. "They say a legendary master trains beautiful girls here."

"Looks like our lucky day."

Leo blinked. "Excuse me?"

The third one pointed his sword. "Hand over the girls and maybe we won't break your legs, old man."

Aira took a step forward.

Rina's eyes narrowed.

Lira simply stared, staff glowing.

Leo raised a hand. "Girls, wait."

SYSTEM: Would you like to activate "Master Aura Illusion – Level 2"?

"…Heck yes."

Suddenly, Leo's form shimmered again. His robe fluttered despite no wind. His stick glowed faintly like a divine relic. His hair (still messy) looked like it held the secrets of heaven.

The men froze.

"Wh-what's this pressure?!"

Leo stepped forward slowly, voice booming."You dare threaten my disciples?"

They stumbled back.

Then he flicked his sleeve. "Girls… show them why you don't mess with my students."

Before they could even react—

BOOM. WHOOSH. SNAP.

Aira froze the ground, trapping two feet.

Rina flipped her stick and blasted a fireball into the air.

Lira yawned, waved her hand—and suddenly the three men were screaming, flailing, and flying into the sky like rag dolls launched from a catapult.

"They're going… going… gone."

Leo muttered, "Team Rocket would be proud."

As dust settled, the girls looked at him.

He nodded calmly. "Good form. Clean synergy. No mercy."

SYSTEM: Host's bluff score: 100%. Master image sustained.

He turned back to his tea and whispered, "I'm so dead if real enemies ever come."

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