My Blood Wizard System
The water answers, rising in black-glass blades around the dock.
Seras steps forward, armor flaring so bright the moon looks embarrassed.
Seras:
“Tell you what, princess.
One duel.
You win → I give the armor back.
I win → you go home and tell your dad the sun chose a new heir and he can cry about it.”
Akane grins, tusks glinting.
Akane:
“Accepted.
Terms: first blood or surrender.
No gods interfering.”
She glances at Kōjin, who’s currently lounging on a nearby houseboat in a Hawaiian shirt, sipping a margarita the size of a kiddie pool.