"Remember, in this world, the strongest are the Runes Summoners."
A brawny man, bare-chested, was lecturing a group of students in the plaza.
"Teacher, I heard that other worlds have mages, martial artists, and people who use weapons. Can their strength rival that of Runes Summoners?" a student asked.
"Hahahaha, those professions are nothing in the face of our runic spirit communion."
The Big Man laughed as he answered.
He struck a pose, roused the spirit-communion power within him, and activated the runes etched across the surface of his body.
Waves of light spilled from the runes, flew toward the open ground, and gathered into a Ghost Wolf seven or eight meters tall.
"Look, this is my spirit-communion battle beast. Those professions you mentioned would meet nothing but death before my beast!"
The Big Man snapped his fingers.
The gigantic Ghost Wolf let out a roar:
"You little brats, your grandpa here is one of the three strongest spirit beasts in this world. You'd better show me some respect!"
Its pair of gleaming green eyes fixed on the students.
The students stared back, thrilled, at the enormous beast glowing faintly.
Some of them couldn't help taking a few steps back in fear.
Suddenly—
Three tiny black dots appeared in the sky.
BOOM!!!
The moment they appeared, the black dots plunged down like meteors, crashing onto the athletic field.
The earth lurched.
People toppled to the ground, dazed and sprawled.
Three figures leaped out of the deep craters, appearing before everyone.
A man holding a long sword.
A Black Dog wreathed in Death Blazing Flames.
A beautiful woman wearing an iron mask and holding a Thorn Sword—no, he was bare-chested—he was actually a man!
"Ptooey!" The masked man spat out a mouthful of blood and said, "Those monsters are really hard