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| The Cyber Ascension | Volume 6 | Arc 6 — Chapter 64 : "Sanji Youta VS Uznane, Kashei, and Konshina"
The forest shivered.
Every tree seemed to bend away from him as he walked, though no wind blew.
The ground quivered with each step, whispering in tones no human ear could comprehend.
A dark pressure pressed down from above—the sky itself blackening, as if the night feared him.
From the shadows, three figures moved in unison:
Uznane, Kashei, and Konshina.
Their breaths came fast, eyes scanning the forest, hands trembling on hilts, on the brink of panic.
Then the air shifted.
A heavy, suffocating presence blanketed the area.
Uznane
(voice strained, sweat dripping down his brow)
"This… this is bad. It's him…"
Konshina
(voice barely a whisper)
"It… it can't be…"
Kashei
(steady but tense)
"We may not survive this… but we have no choice."
A shadow moved between the trunks.
Then… he appeared.
Sanji Youta.
The ground seemed to recoil beneath him.
His armor was crimson, heavier than any war-forged steel, etched with grotesque patterns that writhed like living veins.
His white hair flowed like frozen ash in a windless void.
In his hands, a sword that defied description—a katana that was too wide, too massive, a weapon that would cleave mountains in half with a single swing.
And then… the smile.
It was wide.
It was human.
And yet it wasn't.
It promised death, despair, and oblivion.
The air itself quivered, and the three generals felt a chill crawl up their spines.
Sanji Youta
(low, amused, deadly calm)
"Oi… oi… where is Zenōnuke Z? I want to fight him."
The three generals gripped their weapons tighter, eyes wide, muscles tensing like springs.
Konshina
(voice trembling)
"It's… it's our only option…"
Kashei
"Then… we fight."
Uznane
(shouting, voice cracking)
"FIGHT!"
They lunged forward as one.
Sanji Youta responded with a fluid motion almost too fast to track.
The ground shattered under the weight of his armor.
With a sound like tearing reality itself, he unsheathed his massive katana, a blade that devoured the light around it.
The first clash resounded like thunder cracking the earth apart.
The air ignited in sparks of displaced energy.
Leaves and soil were ripped into the void around them.
Every strike from Sanji carried not just force, but the unforgiving presence of Hell itself, bending the forest to his will.
And yet, the three generals refused to fall.
They moved in precise synchronization, each strike and parry drenched in desperation.
But they could feel it—they were swimming in the wake of an unstoppable storm.
Sanji's smile never faded.
It only widened.
It promised that every heartbeat from here on would belong to him.
The fight had truly begun.
The forest held its breath.
The sky blackened further.
Even the shadows themselves recoiled.
The three generals were about to learn—
Hell had walked into their world.