Weaving through the omnipresent Time and Space Storms.
Looking at the 'yo-yo' in Orsaga's hand and Halifask's 'tennis racket'.
Mersaid could only shake her head speechlessly.
"...Have those two gone insane..."
Though it sounded like a question, her tone carried utter certainty.
In her eyes.
Those two had most likely really lost their minds...
Even so.
The power they displayed still made her instinctively take a few extra looks.
It had to be said.
Neither of them was weak.
Even if the way they were fighting now looked rather speechless, as though they were joking around—completely absurd!
The intensity of their respective powers and the ways they wielded them were undeniably formidable.
The timing with which they used the objects in their hands was also beyond reproach.
They had almost reached true perfection.
It could be said.
Technique, judgment, strength.
There was not a single flaw to be found in any of them.
Like a perfect circle.
Flawless and seamless!
Under such circumstances.
Even though their combat style was bizarre, defeating them could only be done with even greater power!
That unconsciously made Mersaid raise their standing in her mind a little...
After all, whether they would be enemies or allies in the future was far from certain!
At the same time.
As she watched and observed.
In the distance.
Orsaga, who was using the threads in his hands to whirl the 'yo-yo' around like a meteor hammer for attack, immediately sensed her gaze.
After the eye on his forehead casually swept over.
It instantly followed the feedback and observed Mersaid, who was watching the battle from afar.
What the hell...
He's already finished?
That fast...?
Seeing the other party completely unscathed, looking like an uninvolved passerby.
For a moment.
Orsaga was somewhat unsure whether the other party had won