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KLEIN MORETTI VS RYUGA(VSBW AURAFARMING LEAGUE, 1/8 FINALS)

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From a world of secrets and unseen horrors… walks a mind that climbed beyond understanding itself.
Calm.
Patient.
Every step… hidden behind layers of mystery.
A presence that feels like it already knows the answer.
The fool above the gray fog…
Klein Moretti.

And across him…

A storm that never needed guidance.
Pride.
Dominance.
Every battle… already his.
A presence that stands alone at the summit.

The dragon emperor of destruction…
Ryuga.

Tonight…

Mystery…
meets supremacy.

A man who hides behind endless layers…

Against one who hides nothing at all.

No need for explanations.

Just aura…

where secrets and dominance share the same horizon.
Rules: Here, In case if one side is AFK and other isn't, AFK side would automatically lose 3 - 0
Goals
Klein Moretti:
Ryuga:
Judge:
@Hecky2222 and @Cipher72
Stadium: Yharnam
OST:

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Nice pose with billowing coat. Looks pretty threatening for a man with his back to you.


Highly dominant stance while looking like the bad guy from every dark fantasy. Glaring at the world through glowing red eyes.


Same pose, with a scary dragon rearing out of the mist behind him.


Sending a scary monster into battle while wreathed in fire and electricity.


Standing in fire mid-battle.


Standing confident and unperturbed in front of a burst of fire.


Looking like he's staking a claim on whatever's in front of him like a conqueror.


Looking like a demon with glowing red eyes and a dark fiery aura ordering everyone to accept their new ruler.


Has a fiery dragon rearing up behind him and taking up the whole street behind him, while a whole group cowers before him.
 
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Personalized song: Praise The Fool, a song in Ancient Hermes that the Tarot Club dedicates to Him.
Personalized location: The Fool Divine Realm, a giant court inside His Sefirah Castle where the Tarot Club gathers and The Fool looks at the world from above.
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As proof of being a True God, His Honoric Name is:
Although He has another, more dangerous Honoric Name, one feared through the universe by His enemies:
Lord of Mysteries;
King of Space-Time;
Beacon of Destiny;
Embodiment of Sefirah Castle;
Dominator of the Spirit World

Those who dare recite His Honorific Name shall be subject to His gaze, if they are loyal to Him they can receive His grace, if they are deemed worthy they can join His Tarot Club, but if they are blasphemers, His ire awaits. However, be aware, "Do not pry into the mystery of God", for that is a taboo no mortal should attempt.

The Fool is a mighty and benevolent god, one who opposes and stopped the apotheosis ritual of a cruel king even though the Seven Orthodox Gods approved the birth of a new god; a god that dispatched His Angel of Redemption to rescue the cursed people from the Forsaken Land of the Gods, a continent plagued by eternal darkness and curses that the Seven Orthodox Gods cast aside, and answered the heartfelt prayer of healing their deformed flesh to walk among fellow humans without fears; a god who became a god to fight against despair and madness, fighting and suffering for tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years, or even longer, all to protect the world and the happiness of humans, because he deems that something worth to fight for even at the cost of himself.

Following His divine grace are eight angels:
The Angel of Mercury is the embodiment of fate, our Lord's most cherished angel. The Angel of Death has followed our Lord for the longest period of time and is the consul of the Underworld. The Angel of Redemption is our Lord's bugle, once taking on the form of Gehrman Sparrow to deliver his revelations. The Angel of Life is the crystallization of wisdom itself, the indestructible spirituality that resides in everyone's body.
Next to the Angel of Retribution is the Angel of the Holy Spirit, reigning over all spirits and representing our lord in controlling the spirit world.
In contrast to Them, there are the Angel of Time and the Angel of Stars.
The Angel of Time was an angel of ancient times. He eventually submitted to our Lord and now strikes the bell of Heaven.
The Angel of Stars is a witness, a recorder, the eyes and ears of our lord…
The Tarot Club, a gathering of some of the most influential individuals in the world, each Major Arcana being an angel and leader inside another important organization, while the Minor Arcana stand at the summit of mortal strength as saints, but what they all share in common is their infinite respect for The Fool.
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And the many avatars He took when walking among humans as one of them, although, those are tales for another day...
 
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Nice pose with billowing coat. Looks pretty threatening for a man with his back to you.

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/vsbattles/images/3/34/Dark_Ryuga.jpg
Highly dominant stance while looking like the bad guy from every dark fantasy. Glaring at the world through glowing red eyes.

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/vsbattles/images/6/63/Ryuga_and_L%27Drago%27s_spirit_beast.jpg
Same pose, with a scary dragon rearing out of the mist behind him.

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/vsbattles/images/1/16/Ryuga.jpg
Sending a scary monster into battle while wreathed in fire and electricity.

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/vsbattles/images/f/f7/Ryuga_using_his_special_move_against_Rago.png
Standing in fire mid-battle.
I think i gave +7 to it before, seeing it didn't improve it is +7 again.

For next part.

I think another +7 is fine making overall +14

Personalized song: Praise The Fool, a song in Ancient Hermes that the Tarot Club dedicates to Him.
Personalized location: The Fool Divine Realm, a giant court inside His Sefirah Castle where the Tarot Club gathers and The Fool looks at the world from above.
1000

As proof of being a True God, His Honoric Name is:
Although He has another, more dangerous Honoric Name, one feared through the universe by His enemies:
Lord of Mysteries;
King of Space-Time;
Beacon of Destiny;
Embodiment of Sefirah Castle;
Dominator of the Spirit World

Those who dare recite His Honorific Name shall be subject to His gaze, if they are loyal to Him they can receive His grace, if they are deemed worthy they can join His Tarot Club, but if they are blasphemers, His ire awaits. However, be aware, "Do not pry into the mystery of God", for that is a taboo no mortal should attempt.

The Fool is a mighty and benevolent god, one who opposes and stopped the apotheosis ritual of a cruel king even though the Seven Orthodox Gods approved the birth of a new god; a god that dispatched His Angel of Redemption to rescue the cursed people from the Forsaken Land of the Gods, a continent plagued by eternal darkness and curses that the Seven Orthodox Gods cast aside, and answered the heartfelt prayer of healing their deformed flesh to walk among fellow humans without fears; a god who became a god to fight against despair and madness, fighting and suffering for tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years, or even longer, all to protect the world and the happiness of humans, because he deems that something worth to fight for even at the cost of himself.

Following His divine grace are eight angels:

The Tarot Club, a gathering of some of the most influential individuals in the world, each Major Arcana being an angel and leader inside another important organization, while the Minor Arcana stand at the summit of mortal strength as saints, but what they all share in common is their infinite respect for The Fool.
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And the many avatars He took when walking among humans as one of them, although, those are tales for another day...
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14 - 23 24 hrs left to finish match
 


Delivers a speech calling winning by anything other than crushing power is boring. Tells this guy that winning by outlasting the opponent's stamina is boring, and that the only true way to win is to crush the enemy with sheer power, your power pushed to its fullest. That winning in any other way is pathetic. His blade has been spinning this whole time, ironically showing he also has plenty of stamina. He declares he's going to show true blader power as a fiery aura appears. His blade catches ire and a torrent of flame bursts from under it, shooting upwards to form a dragon.



Dismisses his opponent as a caged bird, then talks about how he managed to beat back a dark aura to control the dragon emperor. Releases a gigantic blast of fire which first engulfs the arena then shoots up into the sky, visible for the whole city.


Posing aggressively with a pretty evil looking Beyblade that has a glowing beast on it. That's his monster, a giant dragon monster.


Scares the crap out of a tiger just by looking at it. It feels like he's giant compared to it, he's that intimidating.


His title is Dragon Emperor, and his occupation is Legendary Blader.


Appears almost like a giant shadow monster in the background, looming over others.


Posing in a fiery background with his coat blowing upwards behind him to look like some kind of looming fiery shadow.


Has an aura that makes him appear to tower over not only the opponent, but even himself. Appears to be his own giant Stand, in other words.
 


Delivers a speech calling winning by anything other than crushing power is boring. Tells this guy that winning by outlasting the opponent's stamina is boring, and that the only true way to win is to crush the enemy with sheer power, your power pushed to its fullest. That winning in any other way is pathetic. His blade has been spinning this whole time, ironically showing he also has plenty of stamina. He declares he's going to show true blader power as a fiery aura appears. His blade catches ire and a torrent of flame bursts from under it, shooting upwards to form a dragon.



Dismisses his opponent as a caged bird, then talks about how he managed to beat back a dark aura to control the dragon emperor. Releases a gigantic blast of fire which first engulfs the arena then shoots up into the sky, visible for the whole city.


Posing aggressively with a pretty evil looking Beyblade that has a glowing beast on it. That's his monster, a giant dragon monster.


Scares the crap out of a tiger just by looking at it. It feels like he's giant compared to it, he's that intimidating.


His title is Dragon Emperor, and his occupation is Legendary Blader.


Appears almost like a giant shadow monster in the background, looming over others.


Posing in a fiery background with his coat blowing upwards behind him to look like some kind of looming fiery shadow.


Has an aura that makes him appear to tower over not only the opponent, but even himself. Appears to be his own giant Stand, in other words.

+21

35 - 23 and hour left.
 
Hecky payin me to respond. So I’ll copypaste sum stuffs

Klein fearhaxxing and aurafarming on the Great Old Ones:
As soon as Klein entered, he immediately sensed invisible gazes.

Some of them came from areas protected by the world barrier, while others came from broader areas with obvious malice.

The corners of Klein's mouth couldn't help but curl up. He suddenly turned his head and looked outside the world barrier, raising his slippery and sinister tentacles.

This pair of eyes that seemed forged from starlight and the crystal monocle also moved.

All of a sudden, all the attention from the cosmos shrank back. Only the hand-drawn crimson moon was left hanging there as it flashed with light.

"Haha." Klein laughed as he came to a dark kingdom filled with night vanilla and slumber flowers.

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Mf was gonna get nodiffed by some ravings, so who does she pray to? The Fool.
She struggled to look over as she used all her strength to whisper, "The Fool that doesn't belong to this era...

"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog...

"The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck...

"Save me, save me...”

Mf summons her above the gray fog whilst aurafarming:
Suddenly, she was wide awake. The pain, the irritation, the madness, and the despair, which she felt so deeply in her bones, seemed to no longer exist, as though it was only an illusion.

I managed to endure through it so quickly today? Isn't it longer during a Blood Moon? Confused, Fors opened her eyes which she had unconsciously closed. She found an endless grayish-white fog beneath her, and in front of her was an ancient, mottled bronze table.

Where is this place? Surprised, she looked around and saw numerous towering stone pillars, as well as a towering palace that was propped up by those stone pillars.

Then, at the very end of the long bronze table, she saw a mysterious figure shrouded in thick gray fog who seemed to be overlooking everything from above.

"His Excellency, The Fool"
What is this place? Who is he? Fors turned wary and questioned inwardly.

Then, she remembered what she had just done!

Under her extreme pain, she had chanted the mysterious incantation which Xio had found in the "History of the Loen Kingdom's Aristocracy," an incantation that was suspected to be directed at some evil god!

No, not just evil spirits! He was actually able to temporarily help me get rid of the harmful effects of those terrifying ravings... He even pulled me into this strange world... This... While Fors suppressed the fear in her heart, she half stood up and bowed.

"May I know who you are..."

At that moment, she suddenly recalled the contents of the incantation as she blurted out, "You are The Fool! Uh, Mr. Fool.

"You are His Excellency, The Fool?"

Klein smiled, nodded slightly and said, "Just call me Mr. Fool.”

Fors starts panicking due to his presence:
At that moment, waves of shock rose up in Fors's heart.

The Fool... It's indeed The Fool... That honorific name does point towards a powerful existence!

What does he want? Will he want to make a transaction with my soul?

Heh, at least—it's at least better than losing control from those ravings... I guess I managed to claw my life back. Whatever happens in the future would just be a bonus...

While she was still lost in her thoughts, she suddenly heard Mr. Fool ask with a smile, "You hear ravings from nowhere every full moon?"

How does he know? Fors looked over in surprise and replied in a daze, "Yes.”

And immediately folds and becomes his believer:
He temporarily put the matter down and smiled.

"You can return in a few minutes.

"There is only one way to solve your problem, and that is to raise your life's natural order."

Fors hesitated for a moment before saying, "Whenever I encounter the full moon, can I recite your name?

"I-I will be your devout believer!”
^ Bro said she needed to raise her natural order lol

Mfs scared to even say his name outta fear:
“The Fool?" The Beyonders who attended Mr. A's gathering either ruminated over the phrase or conversed with their companions to discuss whether they had ever met anyone who had a similar faith.

"When did such a cult appear?" someone asked in a low voice.

At this point, Mr. A made the attendant beside him hold up a blackboard with a few lines of words written in the Loen language.

"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era.

"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog.

"The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck."

As the attendees examined the blackboard, Mr. A said in a hoarse and jarring voice, "Do not use Hermes to read what's written here. Even more so for Jotun, Elvish, Dragonese, and ancient Hermes. You shouldn't even write the corresponding descriptions; otherwise, there is a high probability that something terrible will happen.

"Help me find believers in The Fool. Of course, they might also be followers of the mysterious ruler above the gray fog or the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck. As long as there's a clue, inform me immediately. The reward I'll provide will be so handsome that it will far exceed your imagination!"

"This description... It sounds like an incredible existence. I've only seen similar descriptions in the ancient texts of the seven gods!" a gathering member exclaimed.

Mfs go to a secret organization to purify some evil spirits (who they confused for Klein):
Instead of answering his question, Fors smiled and said, “In terms of exorcism and purification, the attendant of the Sun is a professional. Our hearts are at rest, so we can begin.”

The man who claimed to be a believer of the Sun didn’t drone on. He took out a badge with the symbol of the “Sun” on it and placed it on the round table in the center. Then, he used a dualistic ritual method to light up two candles.

After finishing the preparatory steps one step at a time, he chanted with a loud and abnormally pious tone.

“The Sun that is Eternal,

“You are an Inextinguishable Light.

“You are the Embodiment of Order

“I pray to you,

“Please bestow me with your cleansing glow.

“Please repel the evils spirits in this body.”

And what happens? Klein is simply like, "why are you being so kind? I was feeling a little cold"
Amid the echoing Hermes incantation, Xio and Fors saw bright light burst out from the Sun’s emblem, bursting in a pure and warm manner.

It was endless, like the tide, as the light surged towards the two of them, engulfing them simultaneously.

Nearly a minute later, everything was restored to normal. All Xio and Fors felt was warmth, finding the warmth very comfortable and relieving. It was like soaking in a hot spring, or having gone sunbathing.





Cherwood Borough. Rice Police Station.

Klein was sitting on a low bench with a group of thieves and drunkards. It looked very disgraceful.

Suddenly, he felt warmth on the back of his hand as the coldness of the Backlund night was dispelled quite significantly.

Lowering his head, Klein realized that the four black dots representing the mysterious space above the gray fog didn’t appear.

Who’s being so kind? To know that I was feeling a little cold just now… he mumbled half jokingly and half-curious.

Mf be showing up to assassinations with pure aura:
Lanevus seemed to be very familiar with this place. Even though it was dark, he could still run, jump, and turn, quickly fleeing deep into the maze of sewers.

Suddenly, he instinctively stopped and leaned back.

Oof!

A card had stabbed deep into his right chest and blood began dripping profusely from its edge.

Lanevus looked up, and with his ability to see in the dark, he saw his attacker.

It was a medium-sized man in a worker's uniform, wearing a mask with a raised mouth and red nose.

It was a happy clown.

Ts was after aurafarming on top of a clock tower too:
Compared to the surrounding buildings that reached a maximum of three stories, it was like a giant that stood high in the night sky as it overlooked the entire area.

Klein easily entered the interior of the clock tower and went up the endless flight of spiral stairs as he moved quickly in the darkness.

Finally, he arrived at his destination. He arrived at the top of the gigantic wall clock. It was surrounded by a dark yellow fence, and at the top of his head was a steeple that could be reached by stretching his hand.

Taking a few steps forward, Klein hid in the shadows, got a sense of his bearings, and looked towards the Dock Union's dormitory.

It was a two-story, brick-red building, and the occasional pedestrian resembled a black dot in Klein's eyes.

He stared for a few seconds, then took a step back, and sank into the darkness.

At the same time, he took out his newly bought mask and wore it.

It was a clown with the corner of its mouth sharply raised and a painted red nose.

A happy clown.

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Bro starts laughing after sliming the dude:
At that moment, Klein, who seemed to be extremely calm, suddenly stepped forward, tightened his right leg, and, with all his strength, kicked him in the head.

Bam!

His neck, which was already badly mutilated, could no longer bear the pressure and was sent flying like a rubber ball. It slammed heavily into the wall, creating a red and white patch!

Upon seeing this scene, Klein suddenly crouched down.

"Hahaha, hahaha!

"Hahahahahaha."

And then leaves his body covered in tarot cards lol:
After almost two minutes, figures finally arrived at this place. Some of them were wearing thick black trench coats, while others were wearing well-tailored military uniforms.

The leader of the group was Crestet Cesimir, who was carrying a pure white bone sword. His red gloves were smeared with dust, and his determined face showed obvious signs of fatigue and frailty.

They stopped a few meters away from the body, and through the means of their night vision, they could see Lanevus's corpse and his head against the wall.

There were two tarot cards stuck in his head. One was The Emperor and the other was Wheel of Fortune.

The headless body was covered with even more cards, each separately depicting The Chariot, The Hermit, Death, and more cards of different suits comprising of chalice, scepters, etc.

On the walls and on the ground around him, there were also tarot cards such as The Devil, The Sun, and Judgment.

It all looked like the scene of some bizarre ritual, and Lanevus was the sacrificial offering that was destined to be sacrificed.

Crestet Cesimir drew a silent gasp as he knitted his brows tightly. The Beyonders around him fell into a momentary daze at the sight of this frightening and mysterious scene in the darkness.

Typa feeling Gehrman causes mfs:
Squall took the opportunity to jump off the Flying Carpet and thrust a sharp scalpel in his right palm towards Danitz’s neck.

Splat!

He held onto the handle of the scalpel with his right hand and circled around to the back of the target.

Danitz’s head fell off and his body quickly shrank, turning into a thin, tattered paper figurine.

At the same time, Steel Maveti felt an indescribable sense of hunger bearing down on him. It was like a terrifying monster hidden in the darkness, quietly watching him.

No, it’s not Blazing! Just as this thought flashed through his mind, an extremely compressed, incandescent fireball flew over from one of the rooftops, smashing towards his body.

Prepared for the hunt, entering from fire is cool asf too:
But at that moment, he suddenly saw a figure walking out of the roiling flames in the sky. It was clearly a black cloak belonging to Blazing Danitz, but it had neatly combed black hair, dark, emotionless eyes, and a thin, cold face.

The Danitz from before had always been Faceless Klein, Gehrman Sparrow, who had always been prepared for the hunt!

First attack of bro is him descending from the sky like an assassin:
Klein naturally descended from the sky, his left glove shining like the sun.

He opened his arms and leaned back as if embracing something.

Just as his heels touched the cold ground, a pure, blazing, thick pillar of light descended from above.

This holy radiance enveloped Steel Maveti, illuminating his dark skin, firm muscles, and steel ball-like curly hair.

Priest of Light, Light of Holiness!

And after causing some big ass wounds, Klein does a sick ass finisher where he plunges a bottle of holy water inside of one of his wounds and lights it on fire:
Klein, who didn’t stop, caused Squall’s attempt to control him to fail again.

With a twist of his heel, he moved behind Steel Maveti, his back to him.

Pow! He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers before Steel Maveti could pull out the glass bottle.

Bang!

A light explosion rang out, and fiery crimson light soared, shattering the already fragile glass bottle. Large amounts of Sun Holy Water inundated Steel Maveti’s body.

The infamous pirate with a bounty of 6,000 pounds froze where he stood, his throat letting out an anguished groan.

He plopped to his knees, a dark green gas in his body was pouring out and disappearing into the air.

And then mf uses a satanic ass glove to literally eat his soul after sliming him:
Creeping Hunger revealed its original appearance—a thin material that looked like it was made up of human skin.

Two eyes had split open in the middle of its palm. Its pupils were bright red, as though they were dyed in blood.

Whoosh!

A bone-chilling breeze suddenly blew through the alley. It swirled around Steel Maveti’s corpse, twisting into an almost transparent human figure. One could vaguely see thick lips and curled hair that resembled steel beads.

Maveti’s Spirit Body wore an abnormally pained expression as he tried his best to resist the suction of the Creeping Hunger. As for the grayish-white and blackish-green dots of light, they were like a surging galaxy, quickly flying out from his body and merging into the transparent figure.

No!

Maveti let out a soundless scream, already being too late to beg for mercy. All he could do was desperately slip into the human-skinned glove, becoming attached to an empty finger, and revealing his Beyonder characteristic that connected with the environment to a certain extent.
Screams of the damned ahhh 😭
 
I js told Nova to play cuz it would be brutal to get knocked out cuz you were busy with other thread

+33

35 - 56
 
I want to clarify even if I am OP, I am not a judge, plus since Nova is busy I don't want Klein being out so early for this, so I will copy paste his feats:

Nova: Gonna start with ts aura.
"I play the seven-stringed guitar by the fountain in the municipal square. I use my knife and fork to slice the steak. In the cathedral, I describe the teachings of the Goddess to the believers. I reach out my right hand and leave the carriage with the help of a gentleman. I get the new dress I had been eyeing for so long, and I can’t wait to change into it. I stride forward with my four legs as I’m being chased by a child. I laugh loudly as I totter about and play with a dog…

Suddenly, we tremble. We look up into the sky and see illusory, thin lines drilling out from our bodies. They extend to an infinite height, extending beyond the grayish-white fog. They extend into an ancient palace and land in the hands of a tall figure shrouded in fog."

Warranted Gehrman ref as well:
Klein slowly stood up and walked towards the window. It was dark outside with howling winds and pouring rain. It looked as if the end of the world had arrived.

Thinking of what he was going to do next, he couldn't help but feel like he was acting in a certain sense. Smiling, he muttered to himself in a low voice, "Tonight, Gehrman joins the hunt.”

So much aura in fact that mfs in-verse imitate him:
He met Fidel’s gaze without hesitation.

After a while, Fidel sighed without anger and remarked, “Your approach reminds me of someone—the legendary adventurer, Gehrman Sparrow.”

“Yes, I’m mimicking him,” Lumian admitted candidly.

Fidel chuckled.

“Imitating his madness, then? So, underneath the act, you’re a calm, rational, and cunning individual?”

Btw what Gehrman be doing:
It was a bar provided by Anderson that had relatively more pirates!

Upon entering the bar, Klein swept his gaze and took in the interior.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.

The figure had a medium-sized build and his lips were purple. His brown eyes hid an intense maleficence that left one afraid. He was none other than the second mate of the King of Immortality Agalito, Slaughter Kircheis, with a bounty of 9,500 pounds!

Clearly, after escaping via the exit of the dangerous waters, the Death Announcer had arrived in the nearby Toscarter Island in search of replenishments!

So you are here as well… The corners of Klein’s mouth curled up slightly, discovering in a chance encounter the Devil who couldn’t be more suitable for hunting!

Just as he generated that ill intent, Kircheis sensed him and turned his head to the entrance of the bar.

Klein didn’t hesitate to grab a beer on the table beside him and threw it over.

Right on the heels of that, he drew his revolver and coldly aimed.

Bang!

Bro enters a bar, and as soon as he sees someone with a bounty, he gets immediately bloodlusted to the point the other dudes danger sense triggers and just shoots him with zero hesitation.
Then, he dragged the heavy and massive Devil’s corpse and walked to the door before reaching out to open the door.

A howling wind blew in, breaking the silence in the room.

Klein tapped his finger joint to deactivate the Spirit Body Threads vision as he continued dragging the nasty and terrifying Devil’s corpse across the corridor, down the stairs to the first floor.

At that moment, there weren’t many people left in the bar. Tables and chairs were overturned, and there were shards everywhere. It was a mess.

Klein went past the heavily damaged staircase and into the main hall. He surveyed the area and found the forlorn bar owner behind the bar counter. Few of the bouncers he hired had remained. Most had scattered off.

Tap. Tap. Tap… Klein walked over one step at a time with the Devil corpse behind him bumping into the furniture.


“W-what are you planning to do?” the owner took a step back as he yelled at the top of his lungs.

His bouncers gathered over, shuddering in fear. Their eyes were darting around as their bodies revealed their own inclinations. It appeared as though they would immediately flee the moment any incident happened.

Klein stopped in his tracks, throwing Kircheis’s corpse in front of him.

Then, he said in a deep voice, “Can you claim bounty rewards?”
After he slimes the dude, he just nonchalantly drags his corpse back to the bar and asks the bartender if he can exchange money for the bounty 😭

Das the goat. Your bounty being the first thing on ts mans mind:
Having said that, he coughed and said, "I forgot to introduce myself."

His expression turned solemn, no longer looking as jocular as he was before.

"Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina Edwards's subordinate, fourth boatswain of the Golden Dream, Blazing Danitz."

After reporting his title, real name, and identity, Danitz waited patiently for the look of panic and fear to appear on Klein's face.

After a second, he heard the adventurer, who acted somewhat crazily despite looking refined and polite, say in a low voice, "Blazing Danitz with a bounty of 3,000 pounds?"

Danitz was about to reply when he had the illusion that the man standing in the dark alley had turned into an indescribable, hungry monster, salivating over his soul and flesh.

He suddenly clenched his fists; his body no longer as relaxed as it had been earlier. He was so tense that he was trembling slightly.

Anyways, I guess it's time for some more Mr. Fool glaze:

It seems disrespectful to address him with "Mr.":
“Is Mr. Fool called ‘The Fool’ because He holds The Fool card from the Major Arcana?”

So He, too, is a member of the Tarot Club?

“That is partly the reason,” Franca replied after a brief pause. “However, no one can confirm it. I suspect it is because ‘The Fool’ is one of the many honorific names bestowed upon Mr. Fool. Hence, when establishing the secret organization, He chose the name ‘Tarot Club’ and assigned different tarot cards to each member.”

“But can we really address Him directly as ‘Mr. Fool’?” Lumian questioned, finding it somewhat blasphemous or disrespectful to refer to a deity using the honorific ‘Mr.’ It seemed too ordinary and lacked the necessary sanctity.

Careful saying his name cuz he might oneshot u in his sleep accidentally:
Seeing that Lumian had no further inquiries, Franca continued.

“In many ritualistic magics, if you are unable to find a suitable recipient for your prayers, you can seek aid from Mr. Fool. Although the process may differ from your expectations, it will invariably lead to the desired outcome in a wondrous manner.”

“The only caveat is that Mr. Fool is in a deep slumber, and we must not disturb Him too often. According to my Major Arcana card, we should not do so more than once a month unless absolutely necessary. Reciting His honorific name alone will not draw attention or assistance. In fact, it may result in failure and pose a certain risk. The power inadvertently released by a slumbering deity is capable of obliterating us countless times over. Thus, we must perform a ritual to ensure our safety.”

Also ye, he has a church and cathedral of mfs worshiping him:
Franca cleared her throat and replied, “My lecture wouldn’t do it justice. Haha, I don’t remember all that much. I suggest you visit Mr. Fool’s cathedral and listen to the bishop’s sermons.”

“Mr. Fool’s cathedral?” Lumian exclaimed in surprise.

How mfs be doing it lmao:
With a hearty gesture, the boorish bishop pressed his hand to his chest and called out in a booming voice, “Praise The Fool!”

“Praise The Fool!” echoed the gathered believers, and Lumian enthusiastically joined in.

Flipping through the black-and-silver-patterned bible in his hand, the bishop spoke with a voice that reverberated through the cathedral,

“Our lord is known as The Fool. Across past, present, and future, he reigns supreme over the spirit world. He is also the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck. A beacon for all in the pursuit of eternity…

“He is compassionate, benevolent, and the savior of this world. He allows us to address him as him instead of Him…

“Our lord resides above both reality and the spirit world. His benevolence extends to Heaven and the land. Beside him stand eight angels…

Immediate reaction after that:
Lumian listened attentively, finding it hard to believe that there were eight angels by The Fool’s divine throne.

Wasn’t this strength too terrifying?

It seemed no different from an orthodox Church!

Mfs yearning for Klein to protect their ass:
Adhering to Madam Magician’s instructions and incorporating sacrificial knowledge from Aurore’s grimoire, he recited in Hermes, “I implore you. I beseech you to lift this curse from me…”

In all honesty, Lumian yearned to request the great existence’s protection for a year, shielding him from all harm. But that was clearly unattainable. He had not yet mastered the necessary Hermes phrases to counter the threat of the Montsouris ghost. Thus, he could only allude to the curse plaguing him.

Nevertheless the goat still sends an Angel to aurafarm on Lumian:
As the ritual culminated, Lumian began to draw upon the power of the herbs on the altar.

In the following moment, his vision blurred, as if a seraph with twelve pairs of luminous wings materialized before him.

Descending from above, the seraph extended its arms, enveloping Lumian in an embrace.

The wings of light closed around him, enfolding him layer by layer.

Lumian shook off his stupor and noticed the bluish candle flame had reverted to its original orange hue at some unknown point.

Recalling the surreal encounter, it felt like a dream. He couldn’t help but murmur to himself, Did I just see an angel? Did that great existence send one of His angels to protect me and lift this curse?

Bro is used to oversee contracts and shi cuz of aura and stuff:
Consequently, Lumian had no intention of designating the entity as the object of prayer and witness while entering into a pact.

A superior choice was at hand: Mr. Fool!

According to the sermons in The Fool’s cathedral that Lumian had heard, this great entity reigned over the spirit world. The Angel of the Holy Spirit by His throne presided over the spirit world on His behalf.

Even if embellished, this testified to Mr. Fool’s considerable sway in the spirit world.

Nevertheless, time to post some glaze and stuff:

Reciting his name causes her to stress out:
“The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era… the mysterious ruler above the gray fog… King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck…” Audrey Hall recited the three descriptions to herself silently. She suddenly felt a tumultuous wave of emotion go through her, preventing her from maintaining her Spectator state.

Then she immediately glazes:
As an enthusiast of mysticism, she had learned Hermes that was used in rituals and had tested out the rituals that fellow noble enthusiasts mentioned in private gatherings before she was pulled into the gray fog or made formal contact with Beyonder powers.

None of those rituals had any effects, but they had given Audrey a basic understanding of the structure of incantations.

Thus, she knew clearly what these three incantations described and signified.

The descriptions usually described one of the seven gods that looked over this world!

Thus, The Fool’s incantation was claiming status equal to the Lady of Crimson, Mother of Concealment, and the Empress of Misfortune and Horror!

More crazy glaze after that:
Is Mr. Fool the unknown, mysterious, powerful, godlike entity that Glaint spoke of? The source of danger that we must avoid in rituals? Audrey quickly recalled the comments made during the strange rituals which she and her friends did not dare attempt back then. She was momentarily at a loss for words.

Alger Wilson, who knew and understood much more than Audrey, shivered from the bottom of his heart.

If the ritualistic magic which Mr. Fool designed truly points to him to allow him to accept our requests, w-we would have to be addressing him with Him. He is to be addressed in the third person, which is reserved for gods…

How lucky, how smart I was to act in concert with him and not do anything foolish. Even when I was testing him, I did not step beyond the boundaries of normalcy…

Could he perhaps be an ancient, mysterious, horrifying existence, only that he does not appear before us in his true form and name… The Primordial Demoness, the Hidden Sage, or the true Creator which many mysterious churches believe in?

And mf js keeps talking as they're stressing the **** out 😭 :
Alger understood that The Fool he was looking at now might not be his true form. He might not even have a gender or be a humanoid creature.

Klein propped his forehead up with one hand and tapped on the table with the other hand. He acutely noticed the changes happening to The Hanged Man and Justice.

But he acted as though nothing happened, as if everything was within his expectations. He continued without any care.

“I pray for your help.

“I pray for your loving grace.

“I pray for you to give me a good dream.

“Moon flower, an herb that belongs to the red moon, please bestow your powers to my incantation!

“Fingered citron, an herb that belongs to the sun, please bestow your powers to my incantation.”

Putting them on with js a single gaze:
She looked at Zhou Mingrui as though she was attempting to get an answer from the mysterious Mr. Fool.

All Zhou Mingrui did was smile without saying a word. He cast his gaze at The Hanged Man as though he was putting him to the test.

Alger subconsciously straightened his back and said in a deep voice, "That's right. It is said that Emperor Roselle had seen the Blasphemy Slate and that set of paper cards contain the profound mysteries of the twenty-two paths of the divine.”

Crazy scene btw, 1 vs 7 Gods:
Following that, they suddenly had a question:

Since George III had already made preparations and had reached the final step of carrying out the ritual while obtaining the tacit approval of the seven deities, why would "He" fail?

They immediately thought of an answer:

Because Mr. Fool didn't agree to it.

Bro was merely "playing with Amon":
The Fool nodded and looked around again.

"Such concern is considered normal."

He laughed and sighed.

"I've recently used The World's body to play a game with Amon in the Forsaken Land of the Gods. Thankfully, we didn't have to skip this Tarot Gathering.

And as follows, glaze 1:
Played a game with Amon… Old Man's guess was right. Mr. Fool was deliberately using Klein to bait Blasphemer Amon… From the looks of it, "He" had obtained a rather satisfactory outcome, allowing Amon to suffer a terrible loss… Leonard, who had long come up with speculations, felt that this was completely in line with his expectations and didn't doubt Mr. Fool's words at all.

Glaze 2:
Mr. Fool didn't reply for fifteen minutes because "He" was in a critical moment battling Amon? "He" has already recovered to such a state? Audrey was pleasantly surprised and shocked when she heard that. For some reason, she felt a strong sense of honor.

Glaze 3:
Alger could also tell from Mr. Fool's words that "He" had taken another step towards "His" recovery. He was actually able to hold the upper hand against a King of Angels.

This made him even more frustrated at himself for having doubts and testing The Fool.
^ Bro said he's frustrated for doubting Klein lmfao

Anyhow, speaking of meetings:
“Alright, it's your turn to ask."

On the surface of the mirror, the words on the silver screen suddenly turned golden:

"Supreme Master, do you think you can take away your loyal and humble servant, Arrodes?

"Supreme Master, do you think you can take away your loyal and humble servant, Arrodes?"

...

Arrodes starts begging for Klein to save him,
This question appeared five times in a row, completely covering the surface of the mirror.

Having become an angel, Klein no longer feared Arrodes. After thinking for a few seconds, he smiled and said, "Let me talk to that angel. This is basic courtesy."

With a boom, illusory beams of different colors spewed out from the mirror and exploded into fireworks in the carriage.

Almost at the same time, two dark rays of light reached out from the edge of the mirror. Two arms that appeared surreal grew out.

The two "arms" originally wanted to reach out to Klein's calf, but they silently shrank back and gently swayed on the spot.

"Praise the Supreme Master!" After the fireworks fell, a golden message appeared in the mirror.”

Klein js says nonchalantly, "lemme talk to that boy man-to-man",
“In the middle section of the steam locomotive, in a simple room.

A tall and handsome young man with long chestnut hair sat on a hardwood chair. Facing the triangular Sacred Emblem, he clasped his hands and closed his eyes as he sincerely prayed.

On the side of the narrow table was a mannequin made of metal components. Behind the mannequin was a faint meshed glow.

Suddenly, the young man opened his eyes and looked towards the other side.

Someone had appeared there.

Mf then js calmly appears on the other side of the locomotive,
And in the young man's blue eyes, the figure only looked like a person. In essence, it was an invisible vortex wearing a silk top hat and a black trench coat. Inside the vortex, there were transparent and distorted maggots squirming about in the cluster.

"Gehrman Sparrow." The young man calmly read out a name.

All the items around him floated up, but there was no wind in the room.

Klein pressed his top hat and revealed his human face.

"How may I address you?"

The young man nodded slightly and said, "Bornova Gustav.”
The two Angel respectfully introduce each other,

“Bornova Gustav... Klein's gaze swept across the young man's face, landing on the floating items and the mannequin made from metallic components.

The mannequins have a postmodern style... Some of the physical laws here seem to have changed a little... Klein nodded in thought.

"I want to take the mirror."

He very honestly stated his request.

Bornova's expression didn't change, as though he was just a puppet.

"You're a Blessed of Evernight?"

"I guess so," Klein said with a smile.

Bornova nodded.

"Then take it away."

He's of the impression that I'm asking for the spoils of war for the Church of Evernight? Klein didn't explain as he politely took off his hat and bowed slightly.

"Thank you very much."

As he spoke, Klein's figure suddenly faded and vanished.
Calm ass exchanged between 2 op mfs, and Klein js takes Arrodes like that,

On a carriage more than ten kilometers away, a mirror suddenly appeared in Klein's hand.

It was silver in color, and the patterns on its back were ancient and mysterious. On both sides was an eye-like ornament.

"Don't speak." Klein looked into the mirror and gave a simple instruction.

"Yes, Supreme Master." Silver words surfaced from the depths of the mirror.
 
Don't you need actual scans and scenes to point to? I didn't realize we could just talk about the character. If I'd known I didn't need to stick to content in scans or even need them at all I could have talked for way longer about Alucard, for one.
 
Don't you need actual scans and scenes to point to? I didn't realize we could just talk about the character. If I'd known I didn't need to stick to content in scans or even need them at all I could have talked for way longer about Alucard, for one.
They are scans from webnovel. It is js for some reason Nova forgot to point out which chapters. Not so problematic to clarify though
 
I know, but I didn't realize we could just write quotes without scans.
I thought you were accusing Nova on using just his personal talk rather providing actual thing from LoTM Webnovel, my bad.

I think quoting from webnovel is easier than turning them into individual scans. Beside I was giving points for his glaze not scene(which is why he cried to me in past I am downplaying scenes cuz he writes briefs shortly) cuz I want to avoid spoilers of scenes from Lotm(I want to read it super soon). You can notice he talks about scene after quotation. Obviously I understand your doubt about quotes without saying source. I think I will clarify it though. For future matches Lotm or web novel, light novel team should provide chapter number for their quotes(Dont think it will be hard for them)


If you still have doubts, Nova could provide chapter numbers. I think he did quotes without scans cuz it is easier to copy straight from web novel and he was lazy to write chapter number
 
I thought you were accusing Nova on using just his personal talk rather providing actual thing from LoTM Webnovel, my bad.

I think quoting from webnovel is easier than turning them into individual scans. Beside I was giving points for his glaze not scene(which is why he cried to me in past I am downplaying scenes cuz he writes briefs shortly) cuz I want to avoid spoilers of scenes from Lotm(I want to read it super soon). You can notice he talks about scene after quotation. Obviously I understand your doubt about quotes without saying source. I think I will clarify it though. For future matches Lotm or web novel, light novel team should provide chapter number for their quotes(Dont think it will be hard for them)


If you still have doubts, Nova could provide chapter numbers. I think he did quotes without scans cuz it is easier to copy straight from web novel and he was lazy to write chapter number
It's not that I have doubts, I just wonder what exactly is allowed to be used here. The big problem I faced in the Alucard one was a relative lack of scenes. If I'd known I could quote his monologues and other lines then talk about them all without scans I could have added a lot more there. Rules seem to be lacking transparency.
 
It's not that I have doubts, I just wonder what exactly is allowed to be used here. The big problem I faced in the Alucard one was a relative lack of scenes. If I'd known I could quote his monologues and other lines then talk about them all without scans I could have added a lot more there. Rules seem to be lacking transparency.
Quotes and monologues are allowed. I think it probably some confusion and my bad.

Goal(or Point) Requirements: More Aura Arguments:
Acceptable examples: Anos wins because he has "Did you really think" line which is aura or Makima wins because she can stare at opponent coldlessly like this(insert animanga moment), basically aura argument
Unacceptable examples(or simply comments that won't count as GOAL): Makima wins FRA, Anos wins cuz he has more aura or simply empty, no argument comments, specifically powerscaling is not allowed, repeating same argument(each new slightly different "argument" is GOAL only if it is valid)

I think it already explained quoted are allowed. Yea I was surprised too why you didn't use Alucard quotes. If it wasn't clear(Since in multiple matches I remember even in dmc matches monologues were used?) I am sorry and try to improve rules
 


Delivers a speech calling winning by anything other than crushing power is boring. Tells this guy that winning by outlasting the opponent's stamina is boring, and that the only true way to win is to crush the enemy with sheer power, your power pushed to its fullest. That winning in any other way is pathetic. His blade has been spinning this whole time, ironically showing he also has plenty of stamina. He declares he's going to show true blader power as a fiery aura appears. His blade catches ire and a torrent of flame bursts from under it, shooting upwards to form a dragon.



Dismisses his opponent as a caged bird, then talks about how he managed to beat back a dark aura to control the dragon emperor. Releases a gigantic blast of fire which first engulfs the arena then shoots up into the sky, visible for the whole city.


Posing aggressively with a pretty evil looking Beyblade that has a glowing beast on it. That's his monster, a giant dragon monster.


Scares the crap out of a tiger just by looking at it. It feels like he's giant compared to it, he's that intimidating.


His title is Dragon Emperor, and his occupation is Legendary Blader.


Appears almost like a giant shadow monster in the background, looming over others.


Posing in a fiery background with his coat blowing upwards behind him to look like some kind of looming fiery shadow.


Has an aura that makes him appear to tower over not only the opponent, but even himself. Appears to be his own giant Stand, in other words.

The Fool dramatically appears in the mortal realm along His gray fog, all while a violin sounds in the background.

A mutant of 3-4 meters sees The Fool as a giant existence, as if he is a speck of dust beside Him.

In front of The Fool, an ancient and malevolent god like the Hidden Sage becomes unable to think straight for the first time in millennia, and while the clang of a bell from ancient times rang in the area, The Fool thrust his stardust cane destroying the void of space. After only 20 seconds of battle, The Fool destroyed the Hidden Sage body with his cane, and regardless of how much the malevolent god fought back or asked for forgiveness, The Fool finished his tyranny because "He harmed too many people".

With a simple movement of His hand, the destruction of a world comes to a halt, as frozen as a photograph.

The moment The Fool ascended to His rightful position: the boundless universe was covered in His gray fog, all life-forms met bizarre incidents, many rules malfunctioned and ultimately even time itself stopped, and then from an infinite darkness mysterious tentacles emerged, The Lord of Mysteries was born, the ruler of the Spirit World had returned.

With a single glance from Him, hundreds of billions of monstrosities instantly morph into a version of Klein Moretti.

Like a magician’s trick, He made all life-forms on a planet vanish, transporting them to the edges of the universe.
 
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