Heimdall leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, producing a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound.
In this world named "Armed Girl," if one were to choose Familia members, these two undoubtedly stood at the apex.
First, this one — Inaba Tsukiyo.
In the eyes of ordinary people, blindness might seem like a defect abandoned by the gods, a fatal flaw that prevents one from becoming strong.
But in Heimdall's view, this was precisely a window left by the gods, leading her to a higher realm.
Human senses often interfere with each other.
When other senses occupy the vast majority of the brain's information processing.
People tend to overlook the flow of wind, the tremor of muscles, and the momentary stagnation of air before killing intent blooms.
As the ancient saying goes: "The five colors blind the eyes."
An excess of colors and light actually obscures the Minds Eye that penetrates directly to the essence of things.
Inaba Tsukiyo lost her sight, but in the process, evolved her hearing to an unbelievable degree.
Capable of hearing every rustle of grass and movement of wind throughout the entire academy.
This ability, in the complex environments of Orario's Dungeon where vision is often obstructed, is practically a divine skill born for survival and slaughter.
Not to mention the "Yagyu Shinkage-ryu" she practices.
— It's a mad swordsmanship that abandons defense, focusing on extreme speed and iaijutsu.
Its greatest characteristic is one-strike kill —
Meaning the very first strike drawn can be fatal, the so-called "no doubt on the first strike, certain defeat on the second."
That is to say, with this sword style, the absolute focus, the very essence, lies in the first strike.
The first strike is lethal. If the opponent can dodge the first strike, then after seeing the second, they can turn defeat into victory.
A girl who cannot see the world can wield the fastest sword.
What is often born from such contradictory contrast is a monster that breaks conventions.
If she were to receive a god's blessing, this so-called "exceptional hearing" would very likely be sublimated into a rare skill similar to "Minds Eye."
An absolute S-class potential candidate.
As for the second one.
Heimdall's gaze shifted to that domineering name — Amaha Zanzan.
If Inaba Tsukiyo is an ultra-fast blade sheathed and hidden, then Amaha Zanzan is a heavy hammer fully drawn, wantonly unleashing destructive power.
"Empress."
This title is not undeserved.
She single-handedly defeated the so-called "five swords of the world" one by one, reigning supreme over the entire Aichi Coexistence Private Academy.
The Ryukyu Ancient Martial Arts - Uechi-ryu she masters.
Emphasizes the ultimate training of the physical body.
— The value of a girl who can forge her own body into a weapon is self-evident.
Moreover.
More importantly, it's her mentality.
That mindset of looking down on everything, craving to challenge the strong.
This is precisely the core driving force to become a top-tier Adventurer.
Lions do not associate with sheep.
To tame such an Empress.
Ordinary methods are meaningless. Only by demonstrating strength greater than hers can make her willingly lower her proud head.
"One is the union of the strongest shield and spear, the other is the ultimate speed and perception."
"I must personally find these two."
As a deity.
This is the decisive will that a Familia's god must possess to stand at the peak of Orario.
In this competitive world, one step behind means always being behind.
Since the system has given me this chance, I must seize the strongest candidates with lightning speed.
True potential isn't just about their current strength; it's about their ability to break the shackles of fate.
"System."
Heimdall stood up, straightening his nonexistent collar. Though he wore simple hemp clothes, his aura was as if he donned divine armor, standing amidst the clouds.
"Lock onto world coordinate S-14."
"Initiate transfer channel."
"Destination: Aichi Coexistence Private Academy."
[Command confirmed.]
[World coordinate locked... S-14 Aichi Coexistence Private Academy.]
[Detected host's divine power is sealed. Cross-world transfer will consume system reserve energy...]
[Transfer ready.]
[Countdown: 3, 2, 1...]
As the system's cold countdown ended,
the previously calm space within Heimdall's shrine suddenly rippled violently.
A azure gate materialized, instantly engulfing Heimdall's figure.
The next second,
the shrine returned to a deathly silence, leaving only the recruitment sign lying alone in the dust.
...
World S-14.
Aichi Coexistence Private Academy.
It was mid-afternoon.
Sunlight filtered through lush leaves, casting dappled shadows on the school walls.
This academy had an unusual atmosphere.
Female students wore neat uniforms, but each carried various weapons at their waists or backs.
Male students, however...
most kept their heads low, faces painted with thick, comical makeup, timidly avoiding the girls' gazes, like frightened quails.
This was the academy's unique correction rule.
However,
in a corner of the campus, in a special area known as the "Principal's Office" or an even higher level,
the air was exceptionally heavy.
A figure stood silently by a massive floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the students scurrying like ants below.
It was a tall girl with long black hair,
her sharp gaze exuding an arrogance that disregarded everyone.
Amaha Kirukiru.
This ruler of the symbiosis academy now felt an unprecedented boredom.
Yes.
—Boredom.
When one stands at the pinnacle of the pyramid and finds no worthy opponents, the loneliness of the summit can gnaw at the soul.
The five swords?
Merely a bit stronger, nothing more.
In this small cage, being the king of the hill ultimately means being a frog in a well.
Human desire is endless.
When survival needs are met,
and the pinnacle of power is reached,
the innate human yearning for higher realms grows like wild grass.
She craved opponents,
yearned for those who could make her blood boil, her heart race, and even feel a long-lost fear.
Only on the edge of life and death does life shine its brightest.
This is why some people always seek to challenge limits, to scale seemingly insurmountable peaks.
For on those cliffs, there are vistas that the mediocre can never comprehend.
...
"How boring."
Just as Amaha Kirukiru was lost in this sense of lonely superiority,
a sudden change occurred.
Without any warning,
the previously clear sky abruptly tore open, revealing a gigantic rift.
It wasn't dark clouds or thunderstorms,
but as if an invisible pair of scissors had cut open the curtain of the sky, revealing a azure glow that poured down, enveloping the entire academy.
That light wasn't blinding, but it held an awe-inspiring majesty that was impossible to look away from.
It was as if a higher-dimensional being was gazing through this rift at this tiny world.
The commotion in the academy instantly halted.
Whether it was the armed girls swinging bamboo swords, the boys cowering in corners, or the teachers in their offices,
everyone instinctively looked up, staring blankly at the spectacle in the sky.
At the center of that light,
a figure slowly emerged.