Ezra Fornum approached me.
What Pressure he exudes.
The crowd parted to make way for him.
So...this is the man, that nearly annihilated Behemoth.
The guy killed hundreds of thousands after losing the love of his life.
The guy that beat Elijah, Using [DECIMATION] to a pulp.
Wow.
The pressure is suffocating.
Yet...I feel such a thrill.
My blood is boiling.
Fight him.
...
...
..
But I must endure.
I can't just let him copy my techniques.
A 7-star art in his hands when I know what he does in the future?
Fucking bullshit.
"I do not think he will be able to copy the Chaotic Spear."
The voice of Aranus resounded in my mind.
"I have not heard of this Ezra Fornum, but a talent to copy every physical movement you see at first glance seems far-fetched."
His voice...somehow evaluating Ezra seemed comforting.
But I know that the talent possessed by Ezra Fornum is real.
As far as the memories that Jame had are concerned.
"Alan Peccator, I would like to duel you."
