Great Britain Has Disbanded
Holy crap! Dad!
The moment Chikago Muramasa saw Qianyi, he was scared stiff. He began to wonder whether he had somehow offended the Alien God. Otherwise, why would the Alien God send him to fight this man? This was Susanoo-no-Mikoto!
How had you descended to the mortal world, sir?! Was there someone in Great Britain who could summon you?
"Who are you calling Dad?" Qianyi froze, then kicked Chikago Muramasa flying. "Get lost. I'm only seventeen. I haven't even had a girlfriend. How could I possibly have a son as old as you?"
"I also find it unbelievable. Perhaps this is karmic fate. This body of mine contains a composite divine Spirit Origin, and the one with the greatest share... I believe you can sense it. It is the Spirit Origin known as Susanoo." Chikago Muramasa explained the reason.
"Susanoo, the Blue God?" Qianyi nodded. His Persona was Izanagi, while Susanoo, also known as Susanoo-no-Mikoto, was Izanagi's son in mythology. "Since you're my son, show some filial respect and step aside. Otherwise, I'll use you as 'the concept of a holy sword' to fill the holy lance."
"I would very much like to step aside, but that unreasonable boss of mine gave me a mission. Honestly, giving me this Spirit Origin just so a son could fight his father." Chikago Muramasa complained about his absurd superior.
Susanoo fighting Izanagi? Wasn't that just courting death?
His ultimate move, Tomoyuki Muramasa—the Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi—was just a basic attack in the hands of the man before him. But...
Chikago Muramasa looked at the unfamiliar black-and-red tachi in Qianyi's hand and could not help asking, "Father, aren't you using the Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi?"
"I don't have that skill." Qianyi shook his head. He had not learned that move yet.
Chikago Muramasa paused. His father had descended without even bringing the Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi. Then the Heavenly Jeweled Spear, the Yasakani no Magatama, the Yata Mirror, and the rest probably had not been brought either.
And now that he looked carefully, his father's aura seemed very weak. It seemed to be a normal descent, with especially severe restrictions. If that was the case... he could win!
"Divine essence, elucidate. Complete the ideal. Converge. Forging technique, threshold." Chikago Muramasa decisively unleashed his ultimate move. He knew full well that even without divine artifacts in hand, his opponent was not someone he could contend with easily. Therefore, using his strongest strike to decide the battle was his only chance of victory!
Towering flames spread outward from him. Reality twisted and warped at that moment. The sky turned blood-red, and the scorched wilderness fell into utter silence. Undying flames burned at the place where heaven and earth met. Across that endless wasteland, blades and swords lay scattered everywhere like decayed ruins.
"A Reality Marble?" Artoria cried out in surprise at the sight. Wasn't that a technique only grand magi could use? That red-haired man was actually a grand magus?
"To arrive here is the culmination of all things. To sever bonds, to sever fate, to sever karma, even to sever oneself..."
Chikago Muramasa had forgotten everything outside the world around him, wholly devoting himself to the blade. The sounds of molten fire, bellows, and forging rang out. Countless blades personally forged by him within the Reality Marble shattered one after another, scattering like snowflakes before gathering in the swordsmith's hand and becoming—
"Tomoyuki Muramasa!"
The ultimate swordsmith held the divine blade forged from countless efforts and piled-up sword graves in his hand. Just as he prepared to swing this blade of Eightfold Fence and cut through time, space, and even causality itself, the sword in his hand vanished.
"Heavenly Wind Usurper!" Qianyi snatched away that blade of Muramasa, seized it in one hand, and refined it in an instant!
Tomoyuki Muramasa merged into his body, becoming a part of Izanagi, then drew forth a new divine intent that belonged to him—Heavenly Sword From Clouds.
Qianyi raised his right hand. Wind and clouds surged as the power of heaven wound around his arm, slowly spinning. It devoured the air at a staggering speed and stirred up a violent hurricane. In an instant, even the wind currents around Camelot changed. Building debris, forests, and seawater were swept into the gale, rushing toward the sky-piercing Heavenly Sword From Clouds. Amid the clouds, the bizarre sight of countless snake heads and tails howling at the heavens appeared.
The one commanding Heavenly Sword From Clouds stood at the very center of the hurricane, like a god standing amid the clouds of heaven—utterly calm and full of majesty.
"This... this is no longer on the level of a sword." Chikago Muramasa could hardly believe his eyes. He had always believed the Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi was a sword, but...
And now you were telling him this thing was a celestial phenomenon?!
Was this even the same thing as the sword he had forged?!
Qianyi ignored Chikago Muramasa's shock and calmly lowered his raised hand. Heavenly Sword From Clouds followed, slashing at the enemy. The Alien Apostle whose body contained a composite divine Spirit Origin turned into snow-white ash the instant he touched that cloud of heaven. The ash drifted to the ground, becoming part of an island in the sea.
"Qianyi, well done." Seeing Qianyi destroy the enemy, Morgan finally let out a breath of relief before urging him, "Quick, help me back to the throne. I can still protect Great Britain. I can still... You, what are you doing?!"
Qianyi hoisted Morgan onto his shoulder. She had never imagined that one day, someone would carry her over his shoulder like a child. But at a time like this, she could not spare any concern for that.
As long as she returned to the throne, she could connect the throne's magical circuits to where her heart was. As long as she returned to that place that belonged to her, she could burn herself and continue protecting Great Britain, defending everything that belonged to her. Yet that familiar throne was slowly leaving her sight.
She realized Qianyi was not taking her back to the throne at all. He was carrying her outside.
"Let me go! I need to go back! I can still save Great Britain!" Morgan punched and kicked Qianyi beneath her, but with her magical energy nearly exhausted and a wound from Chikago Muramasa's blade, she could not muster any strength. Even her blows looked adorable.
"No." Qianyi refused.
"Why?!" Morgan roared.
"Because I have already enacted the Band Dissolution Tax, and we currently all belong to the Community of Shared Destiny known as Great Britain. I haven't learned how to pull you back from Yomi yet, so if you die, that means you're leaving the band. Leaving the band means the band has to disband. And I will not allow the band to disband." Qianyi shifted Morgan upward as she slid down his shoulder. Her entire body was already on the verge of collapse, so he had to support her with his own strength.
"I'll pay your tax! Let me go back!"
"One hundred million." Qianyi named his price.
"Once I protect Great Britain, the throne will belong to you and Bavhanxi! Charge however much you want! Take as much as you want!!"
"Was one hundred million a little too low..." Qianyi began reconsidering whether he had set the Band Dissolution Tax at an unreasonable price.
He would ask Shoko later how much was appropriate. Ideally, it should be an amount that made people abandon all thoughts of disbanding their band the moment they saw it, yet not so much that it discouraged those who genuinely wanted to play in a band and form a Community of Shared Destiny.
"Artoria, you're also a Paradise Fae, aren't you?! You came bearing the mission of saving Great Britain, didn't you?! Then hurry up and give me my weapon, then help me back to the throne!" Morgan struggled desperately. Seeing that she could not break free, she could only seek help from Artoria nearby.
Artoria, holding the Staff of Selection and the Spear of the End, hesitantly looked toward Qianyi.
"Lia, even if you save Fae Kingdom Great Britain, Great Britain will still disappear. Since it will vanish either way, it might as well be destroyed cleanly." Qianyi answered immediately. "I've already had Kiana take away the kind fae you care about. As for the rest, we don't have the ability to save them. We can only mourn for them."
"I have the ability! I can stop it!" Morgan shouted.
Qianyi ignored Morgan. Instead, he freed one hand and patted the Child of Prophecy's sorrowful head, comforting her. "Lia, you're a kind child. Naturally, you'll feel sad over those fae dying. Since that's the case, turn your grief into appetite. Eat more barbecue tonight to commemorate them. When they think of such a cute and kind fae like you living so happily, I'm sure those dead fae will be happy too. After all, everyone was a kind fae."
"Wah~, really? Is that really what everyone thinks?" Artoria asked.
"Of course. Kind fae will definitely bless you. And if those unkind bad fae die, wouldn't that make it a double blessing?"
"That does seem to be the case. Then I'll eat more tonight to commemorate everyone who died."
Seeing how easy the girl was to fool, Qianyi took the opportunity to change the subject. "Is there anything you want to eat? You can place your order in advance, so I can prepare it."
"Something I like... let me think. Ah, I know! Chocolate! I want chocolate!" Artoria could tell that Qianyi was fooling her, but she felt that even if he was, he probably had his reasons. So she simply chose to believe him.
Seeing her junior being played in the palm of Qianyi's hand and all hope of returning to the throne instantly cut off, Morgan could not help cursing. "Artoria, this man is a detestable liar! A vile traitor! A scumbag who toys with women! Don't believe his nonsense!!"
She struggled desperately, trying to make the two put her down, but neither paid her any attention. In the end, as she watched her throne gradually vanish from her sight, Morgan finally burst into tears.
My Britain!
My Great Britain!!
My Fae Kingdom Great Britain!!!
Haki Dragon, What Have You Done
Shujin Academy.
After a long absence, Qianyi finally returned to school.
As if she had long expected his return, Yamada Ryo sat coldly in her seat. Without even raising her head, she asked, "Qianyi, did you do it?"
"Yes, Ryo, I did it. I obtained the original napkin!" Qianyi told her every detail of how he had gone to Great Britain and enacted the Band Dissolution Tax.
"Ooh! That's so like you! Destroying the world the instant the Band Dissolution Tax was enacted—so rock and roll!" Yamada Ryo gave him a thumbs-up.
How could someone be this rock and roll? He skipped school whenever he felt like it, went to enact the Band Dissolution Tax the moment he decided to, and then blew up a world and set the whole Fae Kingdom ablaze.
God! That was so cool!
He was born to be in a band.
"So this is why you skipped school for over a month?" Ijichi Nijika was speechless. At least make up something that sounded better, like joining a mysterious academy to become an S-rank dragon slayer, clearing seven parallel universes in seven days, or speedrunning the Italian Mafia in nine days.
"Nijika, this is a necessary step on my path to becoming Prime Minister of Japan. Yes, consider it necessary training and a necessary price." Qianyi studied to become Prime Minister of Japan, but if studying made him neglect training the skills needed to become prime minister, wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse?!
"I see. So there's even a way to ask for leave like that. Learned something." Yamada Ryo nodded and decided that tomorrow, she would say she was becoming President of Earth and request a year off first.
"You two really are something else." Nijika was completely speechless.
So you refused to learn anything good and only learned bad things, huh?
She needed to find something else for these two to do soon. Otherwise, with these two idiots together, they might suddenly disappear one day, and then news would break that Tokyo Tower had been blown up.
Nijika decided to use music to set the two straight. "By the way, Qianyi, do you want to join our New Star Band? It's just Ryo and me right now, but if you join, we can at least get the band started~!"
"Of course. Although I haven't enacted the Band Dissolution Tax in this world yet, I've already put together a band that will never disband, so it doesn't matter anymore. I can form bands with people as much as I want." Qianyi readily agreed.
"Qianyi, I just noticed a contradiction in your story." Ryo suddenly spoke.
"What contradiction?" Qianyi asked, confused.
"You said you were going to announce the Band Dissolution Tax after the concert ended, but before the final song was even over, Horn God's attack had already come. So how was the Band Dissolution Tax enacted? Or did you set a timer?" Since she found Qianyi's story interesting and had asked him to explain certain parts in more detail, Yamada Ryo remembered every detail clearly.
Qianyi froze, then his expression gradually turned horrified.
Oh no! My Great Britain!
He grabbed his schoolbag and started running home.
"Rock and roll. So cool." Ryo gave Qianyi's retreating back two thumbs-up.
???
The moment he approached his front door, a thick killing aura hit him head-on. Qianyi could sense that some terrifying monster was hiding in his house.
His hand, which had been about to open the door, instantly stopped on the handle. He pulled it back, took a deep breath, then put it back again, desperately trying to work up the courage to press it down. Yet his hand would not stop trembling.
This was bad. That feeling...
It was just like the prelude to the entranceway battle in Yosuga no Sora.
After repeating this several times, Qianyi felt cold sweat about to break out. Then he suddenly heard a pattering sound. Raindrops as large as beans fell to the ground, splashing onto his schoolbag, clothes, and hands, leaving dark patches of water.
Phew, rain?
He had thought it was because I was nearly 3-0'd, with only one ninja left, getting ready to desperately explode, only to discover that the enemy team was Battle Super Brother, White Mask, and Edo Tensei Itachi, and the pressure scared me into sweating buckets.
Qianyi pressed down the handle and gently pushed open the entrance door. The inside was silent and empty. That silence only made him even more nervous, because silence was merely the precursor to a storm. Sure enough, just as he changed his shoes and put down his schoolbag, Morgan's roar rang out from inside.
"Why did you perform Miko's Ballad?!"
Morgan had awakened from unconsciousness to find Artoria and her three Fae Knights, then discovered that her connection to Fae Kingdom Great Britain had been completely severed. Her usual cold and composed demeanor was gone, replaced by a gloomy and ferocious expression.
Melusine looked calmly at Morgan, who was glaring at her. "Your Majesty Morgan, don't pressure me. I'm about to rebel."
"Tch, Lancelot, you... Are you planning to betray me like you did in Pan-Human History?" Morgan's face darkened.
"I never said that." Melusine replied.
Knowing that this woman's heart was no longer in Great Britain, Morgan stopped wasting words and turned toward Artoria, who was furiously devouring yogurt from Qianyi's refrigerator.
With Fae Kingdom gone, Artoria had nowhere to go, so she could only stay at Qianyi's place for now.
"Hey, Artoria." Since Artoria was not one of her people, Morgan's attitude became rather rude.
"Your Majesty, do you want some yogurt too?" Artoria asked blankly, a spoonful of yogurt still in her mouth.
"Do you still have the leisure for that? Wasn't your mission to save Great Britain? Why can you remain so carefree when Great Britain has already been destroyed?"
"I don't know. Qianyi didn't say."
"Artoria, are you some kind of genius at picking fights? Were you really born to save Great Britain, rather than specifically to belittle me?"
Morgan's brows nearly twisted into a knot. Her lips pressed together slightly, as though she were suppressing an emotional outburst, while her pale skin flushed red at that moment.
No, couldn't Qianyi's house turn the temperature down a little?
Her gaze swept over everyone in the room. The instant it landed on Bavhanxi, Bavhanxi's emotions immediately collapsed.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mother." Bavhanxi's voice trembled as she knelt on the floor in despair, not daring to look Morgan in the eye. She repeated her apology. "I... didn't think it would become... become like that... I'm sorry..."
Morgan opened her mouth, then stopped herself.
Her face was practically saying, "The overtime pressure is crushing me, the job I held onto for two thousand years is gone, every subordinate is more rebellious than the last, my daughter has depression—why don't I just die?"
Qianyi, who had just arrived at the battlefield, looked at the people in the living room. Everyone looked like they wished they each had their own table, while only Bavhanxi knelt on the floor and cried. His mind was full of question marks.
Wait, did you all form a five-man ranked team while I was at school?
Who gave it their all? Who committed a crime? Who picked a hero specifically to counter someone? Whose playstyle wasn't team-oriented? And who had no human warmth?
"Qianyi! You traitor! I trusted you so much! Yet you deserted me at the very moment Great Britain and I needed you most!!" Seeing Qianyi appear, Morgan, who had no idea how to comfort Bavhanxi, simply redirected all her resentment at him.
"That's true. The destruction of your Great Britain was my responsibility." Qianyi directly accepted the blame, then changed his tone. "But I will not apologize for it."
"???" Morgan's mouth fell open. Qianyi's outrageous statement nearly shattered her resolve.
"Morgan, you're too rigid. Only the Great Britain that belonged to you has perished, but the Great Britain that belongs to us still exists here! We can start from nothing and build a brand-new Great Britain again."
"What kind of resolve do you think you need to say something like that? You're merely a human with a lifespan of barely a hundred years. Can you bear my life and Great Britain's future?"
Morgan had spent two thousand years, even borrowing the power of the Imaginary Tree, to build Great Britain into what it was when Qianyi arrived. How could she possibly rebuild it from scratch now?
Do not make promises so lightly when you cannot keep them!
If it had been anyone else, they might truly have been unable to handle this situation. But who was Qianyi? He was the man who would conquer the multiverse, become its overlord, and enact the Band Dissolution Tax across the multiverse. If the mountain would not come to him, he would go to the mountain. If someone acted tsundere, he would hit them with a straight ball. If someone talked tough, he would go crazy. If someone went crazy, he would punch them twice. If someone wanted to play gravity with him, he would be even more gravity than them.
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