Scythe of the Shinigami

Just as Tsuna and his friends were taking down two Fairy Tale Dragon, battles were also taking place simultaneously on other battlefields.

"Mr. Chad, the weakness of the Golden Axe is that it must be shattered by striking its golden and silver axes simultaneously."

Facing the Golden Axe alongside Chad, Harry Sack immediately revealed the Golden Axe's weakness to Chad: only by simultaneously resisting the temptations of both the Golden and Silver Axes could they defeat the Golden Axe.

"Oh? So, do you want the Golden Axe or the silver axe?" the minotaur asked Chad and Harry Sack, grinning widely.

"Don't answer him! Answering will give him a boost!" Harry Sack said as if on impulse.

The minotaur's smile widened, a crimson hue spreading across his body, making him appear even more robust. "Did you think not answering would have no effect?"

The golden axe came crashing down with a whooshing sound, Chad quickly stepped forward, turning the Giant's Right Arm into a shield to Golden Axe the attack.

Chad's shield sank slightly. He could feel the power of the Golden Axe had increased. Whether he answered or not, the power of the Golden Axe would increase. The only solution was to deal with the Golden Axe as soon as possible.

"Go all out!" Chad said, his Knight's Armor appearing on his body, the Blut Vene spreading to the Giant's Right Arm, and he smashed a gap in the Golden Axe with a punch.

Seeing this, Harry Sack immediately unleashed his speed and charged towards the silver axe, wanting to quickly deliver a finishing blow.

But the minotaur didn't give him that chance. He just smiled and stepped aside, easily dodging Harry Sack's attack while restoring the Golden Axe to its original form.

"What a pity!" Harry Sack Shak slammed his thigh. He and Chad didn't have good teamwork, and they couldn't find the right spot for Chad to launch an attack.

After this round of attacks, the minotaur asked the same question again, "Golden Axe or silver axe?"

Chad thought for a moment, then simply answered, "The Golden Axe!"

"Idiot! Don't answer it!" Harry Sack exclaimed in alarm.

The next moment, a blood-red aura swept towards Chad. Chad didn't even dodge; his white demonic left arm appeared, and relying on the defensive capabilities of his Blut Vene, he and the giant's right arm together restrained the golden axe.

Harry Sack's eyes lit up. If the answer could control the way the minotaur attacked, then the answer would be very meaningful. While Chad was restraining the Golden Axe, he quickly rushed towards the other axe.

However, the minotaur saw through Harry Sack's plan. He twisted his body, used his axe to pull Chad along, and smashed it into Harry Sack.

The two were sent flying, but Harry Sack showed no sign of discouragement, and affirmed Chad, "Not a bad attempt."

"That's not enough. We need to try something else," Chad said. Only by figuring out the minotaurs' attack patterns could they develop targeted Zanjutsu.

But are there really that many opportunities?

This single answer had already tinged the Golden Axe with a hint of blood, greatly increasing its power. Could the two of them find a way to defeat the minotaur before their bodies gave out?

Chad and Harry Sack repeatedly tried to control the minotaur's attack rhythm by answering questions, but each time they failed to seize that fleeting opportunity, and the minotaur always managed to dodge the attack by controlling one of his axes.

These repeated tests caused the minotaur's golden and silver axes to become completely stained with blood, making them incredibly powerful.

"Mr. Chad, it seems our decision was wrong." Harry Sack's smile was very ugly, and anyone could feel the terrifying magic contained in those two axes.

The minotaur didn't give Chad a chance to continue their conversation. This time, he didn't even ask any questions, and instead swung his double axes at the two of them.

Dodging was the instinctive reaction of Chad, but they saw the ground split open by the axe, and the blood-red slashes followed them, cutting through the ground.

There was no way to dodge it; Chad and Chad could only unleash their strongest defensive techniques to resist this attack.

Fortunately, when they were being whipped by the tops before, the two had already become skilled at resisting the various deadly attacks of the Fairy Tale Dragon. Chad used his right hand as a shield, and the light of his Blut Vene shone brightly.

Meanwhile, the dragon patterns on Harry Sack's body slowly emerged, forming a phantom dragon that enveloped him.

After two loud bangs, Chad and Harry Sack struggled to their feet. They were both in bad shape. Chad's giant right hand was temporarily useless, and Harry Sack had a scar on his chest that ran diagonally from his shoulder to his abdomen.

Even so, someone else seemed to be in worse shape than the two of them. The minotaur known as Golden Axe was panting heavily, leaning on his two axes, as if the attack had exhausted all his strength.

Chance!

Without a word, Chad and Harry Sack charged forward, seizing the opportunity presented by the minotaurs' inability to move freely.

Harry Sack leaped forward, straightening his legs, his dragon markings blazing forth – a flying dragon kick mimicking the flight and impact of a giant dragon.

Chad, meanwhile, channeled the Blut Vene into the Devil's Left Arm and delivered a simple, unadorned punch to the golden axe.

The Roar of the dragon and the howl of the demon rang out at the same time, the golden and silver axes shattered, and Harry Sack shouted excitedly, "We did it! We're about to kill a Fairy Tale Dragon!"

A sudden, heavy punch snapped Harry Sack back to reality. Even without his axe, the minotaur was still incredibly powerful; a single punch sent Harry Sack reeling and feeling nauseous.

Chad, unlike Harry Sack, was not arrogant. He exchanged a punch with the minotaur using his Devil's Left Arm, and neither of them gained an advantage. Chad retreated to face Harry Sack.

"How is this possible?" Harry Sack couldn't believe his eyes. Both axes were clearly broken, so why hadn't the Golden Axe's power diminished?

According to the Handbook for Dealing with Fairy Tale Dragon, the Golden Axe's weakness is its axe itself. Harry Sack was pretty sure he remembered correctly; this was a required course for every captain.

"Something's wrong, let's call for backup."

Chad remained calm. His right arm was useless, Harry Sack was seriously injured. Their opponent was a Fairy Tale Dragon whose condition hadn't changed except for losing its weapon. This battlefield was no longer suitable for the two of them.

"Okay." Despite his reluctance, Harry Sack knew this was not the time to be stubborn and quickly prepared to call for reinforcements.

However, before Harry Sack could even call out, a powerful magical force immobilized him.

The minotaur, now unarmed, muttered to himself, "Since I don't want either the Golden Axe or silver axe, I'll just use the real one!"

It stomped hard on the ground, and a crack appeared in front of it. A rod-like object slowly rose from the ground. After a while, it was discovered that it was actually a long-handled heavy axe.

Chad involuntarily glanced at Harry Sack behind him, only to find Harry Sack equally shocked. He never expected that the Golden Axe could pull out a third weapon.

This third heavy axe looked quite ordinary, far less ornate than the gold and silver axes, but the murderous aura emanating from it forced Chad to adopt a defensive stance.

How many people has this axe killed? Chad didn't know. He only knew that if he wasn't careful, he might lose his life to the axe.

"Is this Chad axe you dropped?" The minotaur grinned cruelly at Chad, then suddenly grabbed the heavy axe and leaped towards Chad, aiming to cleave him in two.

In this critical moment, Chad and Harry Sack displayed amazing teamwork. They threw a punch at each other with all their might. Unless they deliberately blocked it, the strong recoil from the attack sent them flying backward, rolling several times on the ground.

Perhaps after rolling around a few times and clearing his head, Harry Sack immediately shouted, "That's a mortal's axe, his last axe!"

Three axes appeared in the fairy tale. Besides the golden and silver axes held by the river god, the last one was the axe that the protagonist fell into the river.

Chad immediately understood what Harry Sack meant. If Harry Sack's information was correct, the axe was the weakness of the Fairy Tale Dragon Golden Axe. "In other words, as long as we break this axe, we can defeat it, right?"

"(o゜▽゜)o☆[BINGO!], this is your reward!"

The minotaur twisted its body and continued its attack on Chad. Enemies like this, who had guessed its weakness, were its first targets to be eliminated.

As for the Minotaur, it wouldn't bother to carefully protect its axe; if its axe were so easily broken, it wouldn't deserve the reputation of one of the Seven Fairy Tale Dragon.

Chad made no attempt to dodge. He knew that if he couldn't defeat the Golden Axe Golden Axe this time, its power would increase again, and then he and Harry Sack wouldn't be able to hold out until reinforcements arrived.

Chad slightly bent his knees, raising his right leg high above his head, his arms outstretched to maintain his balance. Intense Fullbring flashed green light on his calf, and Chad's vision gradually shrank until he could only see the long-handled heavy axe. (Refer to Kiva.)

"Don't think you're the only one with a trump card!" Chad's low whisper was like the roar of a beast before it launches an attack. This was the first time he had used this move, and it would also be the last move in this battle.

A bone-chilling cold pierced through everyone's body, but the Golden Axe was completely unaware, for it was not a living being. The life of the Golden Axe, this Fairy Tale Dragon, was represented by the axe that had opened the fairytale!

"Is this the axe you dropped?"

Like a robot, the minotaur would repeat the words that made it stronger over and over again. This time it did not receive a reply from Chad, nor did it receive any boost to its physical strength. But it didn't matter. As long as it swung this axe, its axe would become even more powerful.

Chad's sharp gaze was like an X-ray vision device; in his field of vision, the appearance of the heavy axe was further stripped away and disintegrated until only the spiritual pressure symbolizing life remained.

"Death will be your end." A dark, sharp blade suddenly erupted from Chad's right foot. "Reap lives, Scythe of the Shinigami!"

(P. S.: I found it a little difficult to write a small battle between three people within 3,000 words, but I'll try my best.)