Kasumigaoka Utaha was probably the first person in the chat group to form a real bond with Jaeger.
Their connection went all the way back to the Naruto World. A single, simple moment—a heroic rescue—had planted the seed. For Utaha, it had cracked open a door in her heart.
For Jaeger, the sight of that black-stockinged girl with crimson eyes and quiet pride had left a mark that was hard to forget.
She was beautiful. Fiercely independent. Sharp-witted in conversation. Ambitious.
Never satisfied with just being someone else's protected flower. Even in his old world, Utaha had been a beloved anime heroine—a cult favorite.
And now?
After eating a Devil Fruit and turning into a pink-scaled dragon girl, her charm had just gone supernova. She checked way too many boxes on Jaeger's "ideal type" list.
He honestly liked her.
Which was why watching Utaha get murdered—twelve times in a row—by Jibril left Jaeger feeling something ugly and cold twist up inside his chest.
"I might be stronger than before," he muttered, sighing under his breath, "but at the end of the day, I'm still a guy. A guy who gets pissed off when someone hurts his girl."
A golden sword materialized in his grip—its divine brilliance impossible to ignore.
Jibril's eyes narrowed in an instant. "That sword… Your scariest Noble Phantasm?"
She recognized it immediately. Hell, everyone in the group did. Its power was basically legendary at this point.
But Jibril didn't wait for Jaeger to make the first move. In a split-second, the blade in her hand arced toward him with enough force to wipe out a mountain.
It was already too late.
Jaeger had activated the Belt of Hercules—a legendary artifact spun from the myth of Byrnndi World, the man famous for crushing giants. In this state, Jaeger's speed and strength hit a whole new level.
"God Avoid—"
The golden slash tore through the world.
A strike that ignored all distance. A blow that shattered the very idea of "dodging." Not even Jibril—who could zip around the planet twenty times in a second—could escape it.
And yet, the Flugel didn't panic.
She'd seen this attack in every possible simulation. It was deadly, no doubt. But she trusted her body—one of the strongest in all worlds. She was sure she'd survive.
She didn't.
Blood exploded in a brutal rain. Bone crunched. Organs were torn apart. Her supposedly "indestructible" Flugel body—the one that could tank nuclear bombs—was split clean in half. Her upper body tumbled from the sky, her face twisted with disbelief.
"It hurts… it hurts!" she gasped. "How can this happen with my defense?"
But she wasn't dead.
Not yet.
Gritting her teeth through the pain, Jibril fished out a Senzu Bean and shoved it in her mouth.
Gulp—
The wound sealed. Her body regenerated. Stockings and all.
Jaeger, floating overhead, arched a brow. "Your clothes came back too? God, I love anime logic."
His gaze lingered—just for a moment—on her flawless white legs.
She noticed.
She didn't say anything.
"Jaeger-san," Jibril called up, her smile a little strained, "what did you just do?"
He didn't bother to hide it. "Just this."
He tapped his temple.
For a split second, Jibril met his eyes—and felt her breath catch.
The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception.
Eyes that saw the inevitable end of all things. Eyes that made even immortals bleed.
Jaeger always played them down—said they were more style than substance. But clearly, against Jibril, they were more than enough.
Her body—normally all but invulnerable—was now covered in dead lines and dead points. If Jaeger had gone just a bit further, he could have ended her right there, before she even had a chance to use a healing item.
"Still, Senzu Beans are OP," Jaeger sighed. "They can even undo the Mystic Eyes' damage. But I guess that's just Dragon Ball logic—where a sneeze can vaporize a planet."
"Thank you for the compliment," Jibril replied, her tone softer but laced with challenge. "That's exactly why—even knowing how broken your Noble Phantasms are—I still wanted to fight you."
Then her eyes glinted, challenging. "But Jaeger—while you might kill me once, I can revive a hundred times. The real question is… do you have the stamina to keep up?"
Lightning crackled in her palm. A spear of lightning as big as a skyscraper coalesced and shot toward him.
Jaeger didn't even blink. He casually flicked his sword—
Crack—
The lightning vanished, dissolving harmlessly into stardust.
Jibril stared, eyes wide in disbelief. "Even that…?"
She bit her lip. Her wings beat furiously, stirring a whirlwind of mana behind her.
"This next one won't be so easy to brush aside!"
The air itself started to twist, space warping as she drew in power. Her hair blazed like molten gold, eyes alight with divine determination.
No frills. No wasted motion.
This was pure, concentrated destruction—a single blade of light, sharp enough to cut the world.
At just five percent power, it could split the sea.
At full force? It could wipe a country from the map.
"Sky Strike—!!"
The heavens themselves screamed.
The energy blast ripped toward Jaeger, fury incarnate, threatening to erase everything in its path.
Far away, the chat group members watching the live feed couldn't help but tense up.
Surely this would land.
Surely, this would finally make him move.
Jibril, breath ragged, hair in wild disarray, watched with trembling hope. Her clothes hung in tatters, mana nearly spent—but her eyes sparkled with pride.
"If you're going to defeat me, Jaeger-san… it won't come for free."
The intensity of Jibril's attack was so overwhelming, even those viewing from the chat group could feel it—like the sky itself was pressing down on their souls.
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Jaeger…"
Sakura Tohsaka: "Jaeger-nii is going to get hit…!"
One girl, calm and mature...the other, young and earnest—both stared at their screens, unable to hide their worry.
Even knowing Jaeger's unbeaten record, anxiety gnawed at them. It wasn't doubt. It was something much rawer—the helpless ache of loving someone and fearing for them.
But under the anxious gaze of everyone watching, Jaeger didn't dodge.
Neither did he raise his sword to block.
Esdeath: "What's he planning?"
Luo Hao: "Don't tell me… is he planning to use that?"
No sooner had Luo Hao spoken than Jibril's radiant blade descended—divine retribution incarnate.
BOOM!!
The sky itself cracked open.
The explosion—on par with a hundred thousand "Fat Man" nuclear detonations—erupted ten thousand meters above the sea. The shockwave roared across continents, rattling windows halfway around the world.
Clouds were vaporized for hundreds of kilometers. A gaping void appeared where the ocean had been, marine life obliterated in an instant.
And then… silence.
At the very heart of the annihilation, a lone figure floated—completely unharmed.
Jaeger exhaled softly, almost bored, as if the blast had been a minor inconvenience. He waved his hand, and the monstrous mushroom cloud dissolved like mist on a summer morning.
"I suppose… if I didn't have a Noble Phantasm made just for this, things might've gotten dicey."
Jibril—now reverted to her childlike form—could only tremble. Her pale gold eyes were wide with shock and dread.
She'd suspected Jaeger might withstand her attack, but to see it with her own eyes—to see him not only survive but remain untouched—was pure insanity.
[Group Chat]
Miyuki Uchiha: "WHAT!? That blast was insane and not even his clothes are messed up?!"
Yamamoto Mei: "So that's why he didn't dodge… He didn't have to in the first place."
Erina Nakiri: "That explosion… If it landed on Tokyo, there'd be no Tokyo."
Esdeath: "How is he unharmed? Is it a Noble Phantasm?"
Luo Hao: "You all forgot? The Eye of Horus—the treasure Jaeger gained after defeating the Golden Lion in the One Piece world."
Saitama: "Eye of Horus? Is it strong?"
Yamamoto Mei: "It's the sky god's blessing. The right eye, the sun; the left, the moon. Even if Jaeger hasn't unlocked its divine mode yet, just holding it grants the sky god's protection. That means total immunity to ranged attacks."
Shinobu Kocho: "Immunity to all ranged attacks!? That's… amazing."
Saitama: "Ranged attacks, huh… I wonder if that means my serious punch?"
Miyuki Uchiha: "Considering Jibril just nuked the place and he's still spotless… yeah, your punch probably counts."
Saitama: "Oh… He's good."
The Eye of Horus—an artifact so broken, it was almost unfair. Jaeger rarely flaunted it, so even the veterans in the group had nearly forgotten. But today, its legend had been cemented.
This Noble Phantasm wasn't just a shield—it was divine law. No ranged attack could touch its bearer.
Not arrows, not bombs, not meteorites. Not even a nuclear apocalypse would leave a scratch.
And Jaeger had forged it himself, with Hermes' own hands, after killing the Golden Lion. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was the sky god's heir.
But that wasn't the end.
The Eye of Horus had another power—one even crueler for an opponent like Jibril.
"No flight," Jaeger announced, his voice absolute.
In that instant, the atmosphere twisted around him. Invisible currents surged out, warping the sky.
Jibril, freshly restored by a Senzu Bean, felt her wings spasm. And then, like a puppet with its strings cut—she plummeted. Her wings thrashed, desperate, but the sky itself denied her.
"A-AAAHHH!!"
She screamed as she fell, helpless, her birthright ripped away. For a Flugel, born to soar above the world, it was the worst fate imaginable.
Jaeger showed no mercy.
"God Avoid—!"
A golden slash ripped through the heavens, shining with the light of divine judgment. It was instantaneous, inescapable, final.
In a blink, the falling Jibril was cleaved in half—her body bisected mid-air, her scream vanishing in a burst of white.
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