Then—
Fighter jets from Uncle Sam roared in.
Machine gun rounds strafed the two below!
Bullets pinged off Azuma Shoyo.
Not a scratch.
Felt nice—like a massage from tiny hands.
But Cassandra on the ground couldn't shrug off the hailstorm.
With a wave, she froze the bullets midair, then flicked them back at Azuma Shoyo.
Well, damn—Star Shift much?
"Annoying pests."
Azuma Shoyo glanced up, heat vision blasting out, nailing a jet.
Boom!
A fireball bloomed in the sky.
Then a second! A third!
In a blink, he downed them all.
He dove, landing before Cassandra.
The psycho chick didn't quit. He grabbed her bald head, flooding her mind with psychic force, clashing with hers!
As said—his psychic power topped hers.
Not a total stomp, though.
So—
He only suppressed her mind, not enough to kill her with it!
No worries—without psychic power, she's just a normie.
Anyone with a knife could gut her!
He squeezed her head. Her furious snarl turned to pained screams.
"Say hi to your brother for me."
Azuma Shoyo leaned in.
Under her enraged glare—pop!—he crushed her skull!
Blood and bone shards sprayed everywhere.
Some hit him, but his bio-force field kept it clean—otherwise, he'd be less Superman, more Homelander!
Thud!
Her headless corpse dropped.
No system clear ping yet.
"Not dead?"
Azuma Shoyo squinted, realizing something.
Next second—
A ghostly him drifted from his body.
His spirit, like a mage's astral projection.
Spotting Cassandra's frail spirit fleeing—
Let her escape, and she'd hijack a body, back in minutes!
"Still running?"
He chased, tearing her spirit to shreds!
"No!!!"
Cassandra's spirit wailed, unwilling, before fading.
No use—she was done.
Her body's death and prior psychic clash had weakened her spirit.
With his stronger mind and intact body, Azuma Shoyo's spirit shredded hers in one go!
Ding!
[Congratulations, Host, for achieving clear condition "Solo Kill: Cassandra Nova"! Reward: +2 Extraction Chances!]
System ping hit. He floated back, merging with his body.
Eyes lit up again.
"Spirit detachment's kinda wild."
He mused.
Fine here, but in the anime world? No way he'd risk it—might find his body snatched!
Trouble then!
Now—
Clear achieved, 24 hours left in this world.
Plus—
Three new extraction chances.
Same as when he entered!
Like he snagged three traits for free?
"These chances never run dry!"
Azuma Shoyo chuckled inwardly.
Subway entrance—
He headed in to check, but Deadpool's crew emerged.
"Done?"
Azuma Shoyo asked.
"Yeah, done."
Elektra nodded, glancing behind him. "You too?"
"Yep, all done."
Azuma Shoyo nodded, echoing her.
Back outside, the sight dropped jaws.
"This is your 'all done'?"
Wolverine turned to him.
"Yep—all of it!"
Azuma Shoyo stressed "all."
Wolverine's mouth twitched.
The flattened street, guts and chunks everywhere, a jet wing in the distance—
Really… all done!
"Crisis over—what's next?"
Azuma Shoyo didn't explain—didn't need to.
He asked their plans.
"Heading back."
Wolverine said.
Not his world—his own needed him to fix past sins.
"I'll stay."
Gambit said, eyeing Blade. "You? Wanna stick around?"
"Doesn't matter."
Blade didn't care.
They'd been gone too long—home might not have anyone left they knew.
"I'll visit Logan's grave."
Laura looked at Wolverine. "Not you, obviously."
Wolverine nodded.
Deadpool fidgeted.
Grave?
Still there?
He whistled, fake-playing with his dog, looking away.
"No clue—might stay here."
Elektra said, then glanced at Pyro. "You? Back or stay?"
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