Aaron placed a mirror over a meter tall in front of the table. The image playing within it was synchronized with the underground cavern beneath Midland Circle.
Hela watched the two opposing groups in the mirror with great interest. "I only mentioned it in passing. I didn't expect you to actually have a way. You were willing to use your magic?"
"Don't misunderstand. There isn't much magic involved." Aaron rolled his eyes and patiently explained, "Since Frank is my believer, I can borrow his perspective.
And I'm a Divination practitioner myself. I know a little about mirror divination, and the two combined happen to meet Your Highness Hela's requirements."
"What do you mean, meet my requirements? Don't you want to watch too?"
"Uh..." Aaron shrugged. "Life is hard enough. Don't call people out on it, okay?"
"Tch!"
On the screen, both the Hand and the True Pure Society discarded their firearms, drew their blades, and charged at one another.
Although the Hand had suffered considerable losses in the earlier firefight, they had the advantage in numbers. They were in no way at a disadvantage against the True Pure Society.
Shuriken and darts flew everywhere as katanas clashed without end, accompanied by constant battle cries.
Fights between ninjas were quite a spectacle, but they fought to kill. Their techniques were plain yet tricky, and a single lapse in caution could mean death on the spot.
The Stick Monk, Matt, and the others stepped forward together, confronting Elektra and the Hand's five leaders.
The ninja forces on both sides tacitly cleared out an area, leaving enough room for their strongest fighters to battle.
Matt took the lead and charged straight at Elektra.
He still had to save his ex-girlfriend. He had to make sure Elektra never had a chance to fight