Do They Look Down on Me?

"Chrollo, stop fighting."

When that child's voice came from within the Old Church's dome, Bai Zhu's Hozukimaru froze halfway through being raised.

Dark red dragon patterns had already crawled all over the spear's shaft.

The aura was already there.

He had even figured out how to shout Bankai in the most imposing way possible.

Yet everyone at the scene had collectively forgotten about him.

Bai Zhu stood there dumbfounded, gripping Hozukimaru.

He looked down at the spear in his hand, then at the church.

"Seriously?"

No one paid him any attention.

"I was just about to unleash my ultimate move. Hey! Do you people have any manners?"

Still, no one paid him any attention.

Bai Zhu took a deep breath and muttered quietly.

"Do you know how hard it is for a mage to charge up an ultimate after fighting in melee for half the day?"

The pages in Chrollo's hand stopped in midair.

The book did not close.

But that hand did not turn another page either.

Uvogin had still been holding up his fist, the Nen around him nearly exploding just moments ago, but now it was as if someone had pulled the plug from the middle of it.

He stared at the dome, his throat bobbing twice.

"Sa...rasa?"

Nobunaga's hand was still pressed against the hilt of his sword. The blade had been drawn halfway, then he slowly pushed it back in.

He wanted to curse.

But when the words reached his lips, not even half a syllable came out.

Machi's threads were still wrapped around the Old Church's walls, stretched taut and straight.

She did not retract them.

Nor did she move.

Pakunoda took a step forward.

But she never took the next one.

Her hand rose, then stopped, as though she feared that if she