"What kind of joke is this?"
Reggie was stunned. Could modern sorcerers' domains actually ignore Hollow Wicker Basket?
No, that was impossible!
That last hit hadn't been a domain's sure-hit attack.
Megumi Fushiguro had manually controlled his shikigami, releasing them from the shadows to bite him.
The domain merely provided a space where "shadows were everywhere," making it easier for the shikigami to appear.
Perhaps it... had no sure-hit effect at all.
Reggie stood there, unable to hold back his laughter.
"What's your domain even good for? Huh?"
He straightened up and pointed at Megumi Fushiguro, his expression saying, "I've seen funny things, but never anything this funny."
"It doesn't even have a sure-hit! I knew some nobody like you couldn't possibly open a domain.
I thought it'd be something impressive, but all you did was change the venue to let your dogs out?"
"Hahahahaha...
Knowing too much almost cost me!"
Naoya Zenin had witnessed everything from the rooftop, too.
Naoya's serious expression turned back to contempt, with even more disgust than before.
"He'd have been better off not opening this domain.
A half-finished product is still a half-finished product. Without a sure-hit, what's the point of opening a domain? For the darkness?"
Megumi Fushiguro stood in the center of his domain, his face pale and sweat beading at his temples. He heard all of Reggie's taunts, every single word loud and clear.
Those words hammered at his nerves, blow after blow. His hands hanging at his sides slowly clenched, his nails digging into his palms.
He knew his domain was half-finished. He knew it had no sure-hit. He knew Chimera Shadow Garden couldn't even suppress an evenly matched opponent in a true domain clash. He understood all that better than anyone.
But knowing was one thing. Having someone