The Moonlit Hall's Grand Disciple's Death Sword! Minamoto Shinsui Watches the Match, All 128 Seats Filled, Elimination Begins!

The enormous arena in Sky City, large enough to accommodate over a hundred thousand people, was already about half full, with spectators scattered throughout.

The reason they had not let the oni skilled in civil engineering build an even larger arena was that doubling the number of people would make it somewhat difficult to manage.

"Yagyū, your number's up!"

In the slightly noisy surroundings, Tamamo suddenly stood up with a whoosh and stared at the number plate in her hand, marked "62."

She looked at the back of the plate and lowered her voice.

"It starts in six hours."

"I know."

Yagyū Shion took the number plate and walked toward the sixty-second seat, which had already lit up among the ring of towering, individual seats inside the arena.

More than ten seconds later, the commotion and cheers in the arena finally arrived with the lighting up of seat after seat, making Tamamo feel the seat beneath her tremble several times.

Yagyū Shion could not hear the noise.

He simply lowered his head, walked to his seat, and silently sat down with his eyes closed.

Yagyū Shion's Essence, Qi, and Spirit had been constantly honed over the past 168 hours until they were as sleek and polished as pearls.

Everything awaited that instant when he drew his sword.

Beside Tamamo, Chisa, who had stopped speaking long ago for fear of disturbing Yagyū Shion, blinked her big eyes and held up a large, pitch-black phone that looked like a brick, filming in 360 degrees.

She wanted to record the beauty of life and send it to her former classmates.

—It was not until a few days ago, when Chisa took a work phone from Nanjō Emi, that she learned from Tamamo that most of her former classmates had phones.

They had simply