And at Oshnirai, who advanced ahead of them toward the first room, which is from 1 to 50, they approach closer to the stairs of the floor's entrance. [ Chyohana ] : To which room, Oshi? [ Oshnirai ] : Number 01, where for some reason Yoriki's copy is sitting near the stairs. [ Yoriki ] : I am the one who is there, plus there is no need for him currently, maybe you might need me at some time. [ Chyohana ] : I am the one who will start, Oshi, your advancement ahead of us in steps does not mean you will start before me. [ Oshnirai ] : Unfortunately, then I am next time. [ Chyohana ] : Even if they are many numbers, they will be mine alone, you will not share with me. [ Oshnirai ] : Okay, I understood, even if they were dozens of your enemies trying to cut your head, I will not intervene, do not worry, and the same thing applies to when my turn arrives. [ Chyohana ] : Understood. Chyohana prepared her spiked umbrella, pulled it from her back, moving it with her on the ground until finally they reached room number 01, so she opened its door to reveal that those inside it are the snail family, and it was the father snail who was standing in the front, the first one to be seen by whoever enters, and he was also armed in both of his hands with long knives whose luster shows the extent of their sharpness, their metal is black and similar in shape to the knives used in kitchens, the snail's teeth are sharp, visible from his mouth, eyeing whoever is in front of him with cold and savage looks, preparing for tearing. [ The father snail ] : The prey has arrived, and it is time for cutting and tearing. Oshnirai closed the door, then Chyohana advanced slowly with a condescending look covering her face, tapping the head of her umbrella lightly on the ground, then raising it, directing it in front of the father snail's face without opening it. [ Chyohana ] : Come and let us see if you can just survive my umbrella at least. The mother snail watches the situation while she is sitting on a small sofa, while their children, who are two small snails, are jumping playfully in one of the corners. [ The child snail ] : Come on, father, she insulted you and compared your strength to her umbrella, so crush her along with whoever is with her. The mother snail stood up from her place, her features turned to anger, heading to where the two small snails are. [ The mother snail ] : You two mischievous ones, get out of here, you might get hurt. Expressions of terror were drawn on the faces of the young ones, so they understood, running to the outside of the room. [ The father snail ] : Enough wasting time. He ran and stood up, raising his two knives high, taking a crossed position, until Chyohana ran too, so she also rose, ready with her umbrella to pounce on him, and then the umbrella and its spikes met the two long knives, frictioning with each other, emitting a violent screech of their metals, then Chyohana distanced her umbrella from continuing the friction and impact as if it were a saw she pulled, so they both returned to contacting the ground, she raised her umbrella in front of her, and the latter, hot and wavy threads of smoke come out of it due to the friction, and some of its spikes, slight cracks occurred in them, which were the source of the threads of smoke, then she looked again toward the father snail, who stands firmly. [ Chyohana ] : Very beautiful, your two knives are not bad, as they managed to scratch and split the spikes of my umbrella.... but you know, this umbrella will not keep silent about what happened to it, it is planning for revenge against you and against your two knives, and right now. The knife that is in the right hand, its front is toward her, while the knife in the left hand hid behind his back. [ The father snail ] : I was unfair by using both of them, so one only is enough... come on, advance so you can take revenge for your spikes. [ The father snail ] : But if you are insisting, I will come to you. With flashing speed, he ran to her, while Chyohana, with her right hand, directed the umbrella toward him as if it were a bat, so she advances with two firm, slow steps, finally the umbrella returned to friction but with one knife in an exchange of flashing, rapid collisions and frictions to the point that they became invisible to the naked eye, and the most that appears are green sparks flying from around the knife, the umbrella, and their owners, their feet are moving behind the snail as if the umbrella is trying to push both the knife and its owner. [ Chyohana ] : It is better for you to return the partner of your knife, for even if you charged them with Chigi, one only will not be able to confront my umbrella, do it, or else you lose one of them permanently. The same movements of friction and invisible flashing collisions continued with the green sparks until Chyohana raised her right leg, launching toward the left leg of the father snail, so she made her leg collide powerfully with his leg, which made the collision of the knife and the umbrella stop, so the father snail falls on the ground, but a second before his fall, she grabbed his leg, raising his body above her, spinning him in spiral movements to throw him colliding with the wall, so the latter shook with the shelves attached to it and the cabinets, but the snail's hands did not leave either of the two knives, refusing to separate them from them, and all of that was under the eyes of both the mother snail, Oshnirai, and Yoriki's copy, the mother snail was watching the sight with expressions of amazement from her, while the father snail began to rise from the ground slowly, staring at Chyohana with a deadly sharpness but it does not carry any anger, he adjusted his stance and shook his arms, regaining his balance with the return of the other knife to join the attack process. [ Chyohana ] : Your decision is correct, for sometimes force is above justice. Both of them began looking at the other with coldness to return to the clash, until the father snail returned running in the direction of Chyohana, advancing toward her, and his two weapons are extended behind him, and as for Chyohana, she just made her umbrella in front of him, separating between the two sides of his body until she launched too, making the umbrella glide behind her, and like this until their weapons approached touching, so the atmosphere seems as if time stopped in these moments. Outside room number 01, and the two small snails standing near the backup Yoriki's copy are watching the door of the room, and their faces are filled with resentment, while Yoriki sits on the ground in a creepy silence. On the left side of the rooms' floor, and specifically inside room number 57, where both Yoriki, Gwankai, and Eno-Eyosho appear in front of the resident in the same room, who turns out to be the rooster with his black feathers, who had gotten rid of the formal suit jacket, carrying between his hands a rifle that is not black but red, decorated by black with lines, it has one barrel from which firing can be, firm between his hands and resting on his shoulder, preparing to fire the first bullet, while Gwankai is the one who was advancing in front of him without Eno-Eyosho and Yoriki, who are watching what will happen. Gwankai's axe is resting on one hand, which is the left, positioning in front of the face of the other rooster until the rooster himself raised his rifle toward the ceiling, and as soon as he was about to press the trigger, the sound of Gwankai's words stopped him. [ Gwankai ] : Before you begin, I want to know what my opponent is called. The rifle remained raised to the top, but its owner's sight shifted to Gwankai. [ The rooster ] : I am called Dyagoro, so what are you called? [ Gwankai ] : The owner of this big axe is called the rooster Gwankai, I hope that you deserve my fight. [ Dyagoro ] : What arrogance, maybe you are the one who does not deserve wasting my bullets or my techniques on you, but in the end, what I will do to you is what will determine everything. Dyagoro returned his sight to his rifle until he pressed the trigger, so a bullet of a zinc color launched, heading to the ceiling with rocket speed until it collided and embedded in the ceiling near the chandelier, and in the same seconds of the moment of embedding, there glided from the hole caused by the bullet zinc metallic threads, opening like a dome, launching toward the bottom, trying to cut the place by splitting it, and it has already frictioned with the walls, causing damage to the paper attached to them, the shelves, and the cabinets, so that they were split vertically from the intensity of the consistent and balanced splitting, neither the shelves fell nor even the cabinets, and before the threads reach the ground, Dyagoro distanced in a flashing moment, retreating to the back, and likewise Yoriki and Eno-Eyosho retreated to the point of sticking to the door, as for Gwankai, he is the only one who advanced more to the center, and there remained only seconds until the arrival of the threads to split the floor, and with a half-circle movement, he directed his axe toward the front, and the axe itself was shining as if it is preparing to destroy all the sharp threads. [ Gwankai ] in his mind : " Blade of the bird's axe " With his feet, he pressed on the ground, then launched with a fast run, spinning above his head like a fan, advancing from the threads, and these latter reached the last point they did not touch, which is the ground, which immediately began splitting its surface as if they are thin blades whose job is cutting everything they touch, Gwankai finally arrived to make his axe touch the sharp threads, and with it, he struck powerfully all of them together with each other to be brushed away from in front of him, sticking to each other, and this is what led to their gathering in one pile, Gwankai moving with them according to the dome they were on from the top, continuing in brushing away, and during that, the gathering of the threads due to their sticking to each other splits the ground in the shape of a circle, and that is because they enter into one pile, and that is under the eyes and attention of Dyagoro. [ Dyagoro ] in his mind : Were it not for the restrictions and conditions of this competition, I would have left it to work with its full power, and that would have led to splitting the whole room including whoever is in it, but in any case, this technique, whose name is " Cluster Thread ", will tire him very much even in its weak state, it is true that he brushed them away to become in one group, but they will return to open and return to their work, and like this, whenever he brushes them away, they will return to open, and the only way to get rid of them is... Gwankai continues in brushing away the threads to one pile, and he is spinning around the place following them since they are launched in the shape of a dome, until his eye looked behind him, where it appears that the threads return one after the other as they were, continuing in crawling, following the splitting, and even the ones he was dealing with currently, the case of diverting his attention from them, began returning to what they were. [ Gwankai ] in his mind : So it renews its movement, this explains that I am continuing since a minute in brushing them away without finishing, and I thought it a trivial and weak technique, and that all I have to do is brush them away to gather them in one pile and cut them with my axe,..... it seems that I must focus more on its mechanism of work. Gwankai retreated behind him by jumping, returning to the center, then raised his head to the top from where the threads glide, and he has relaxed both of his arms, contemplating the point in which the bullet embedded, while its threads approach him, trying to cut him in the same consistent shape, and the three are watching the situation with calmness and coldness. [ Eno-Eyosho ] in his mind : We will see how he will deal with the dilemma that is exactly in his center, to the point that he no longer has before him except a minute to act, or else he will be subjected to cutting injuries and become like a chicken that will be dissected. [ Yoriki ] in his mind : In the end, whatever it is, he will be injured certainly because he no longer has time before him, and he is like a fool focusing above him.
Chapter 32 - Chapter 32:The Blind Center
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