Brush slammed his fist to the ground.
Numbers, probability, and digital streams exploded around him—then coalesced into form.
A swirl of light. A storm of particles.
The battlefield itself paused.
Then she appeared.
"Hikaru."
Not a mere summon.
Not a glorified unit.
She radiated ancient skill and modern precision, she wears a revealing kimono.the kind of presence that made meta-units hesitate mid-strike.
Her armor gleamed like polished obsidian, etched with glowing runes that pulsed with probability itself.
A katana appeared in her hands, floating at first, then settling as if it knew exactly where she would grip it.
Her eyes—sharp, intelligent, unwavering—locked on Brush.
"You called me," she said, voice like steel over wind.
"I answer."
Even the Gacha Master flinched.
"That… that's impossible," he whispered.
"She's an SSR—legendary-tier…"
Hikaru didn't need an explanation.
She didn't need a roll.
Her presence stabilized the chaos around Brush.
Meta-units circled, their temporary invincibility wavering.
Probability banners flickered—as if recognizing a higher authority.
Trojan Horse gasped beside Brush.
"She's… incredible!"
Hikaru took a step forward, katana raised.
"Every strike I make," she said,
"will cut through inevitability."
Her first swing wasn't aimed at an enemy.
It was aimed at the meta-layer itself.
The slash cleaved probability, RNG, and buffs alike—leaving only raw, controlled chaos in its wake.
Brush smiled.
"Welcome to the battlefield, Hikaru."
"Let's remind them," she said,
"why legends don't roll… they strike."
The Seed pulsed beneath Brush's chest.
The battlefield trembled.
And somewhere in the network…
GACHA MASTER ALERT: SSR UNIT ACTIVATED
POWER LEVEL: UNCALIBRATED
THREAT: MAXIMUM
⚠️ SYSTEM STATUS
Hikaru, Legendary Samurai summoned
Meta-units: shaken, invincibility decaying
Brush: now fully leveraging probability
Gacha Council & Master: in panic mode
Crunchyroller: observing closely