"Are you done with your tricks?" In a flash, Rentaro's hand shot forward, locking onto Xerxes forehead with a grip that felt like iron.
Xerxes' eyes widened, a flicker of surprise crossing his face as Rentaro's movements appeared as a blur to him.
With a single, fluid motion, Rentaro swung his arm, leveraging every ounce of strength as he hurled Xerxes toward the ground.
The air seemed to ripple in the wake of the throw, and for a split second, Xerxes form was suspended in space, weightless.
Then, with a thunderous crash, he slammed into the earth, the impact splintering the ground beneath him like shattered glass.
Dust exploded outward, clouding the space around them.
The sound of the earth groaning beneath his fall reverberated through the silence, a testament to the force that had just been unleashed.
Rentaro stood above him, unmoved, his gaze as steady as ever, watching with quiet resolve as Xerxes slowly got to his feet.
