Otaku Witch-Chapter 1002 - 606. Heaven collapses and Earth shatters

"Hey, can you really call this thing a sword?"

Looking at the heavy wolf fang club the Oiran was carrying on her shoulder, thick and sturdy as it was, even Dorothy in her Fairy King state was utterly shocked. She couldn't help but ask in astonishment. freёwebnoѵel.com

Although the Japanese Witches have always mixed up swords and blades, claiming it's swordsmanship while actually using katanas and the like, no matter how you think about it, a wolf fang club definitely doesn't belong in the swords category. It should be classified as a blunt weapon.

However, for this question, Ibuki Taiyu didn't seem to have any intention of responding.

The Oiran was still adhering to the rules of the Oiran Hosting Banquet. Although she had made a move and was about to give a good beating to a guest, as long as she didn't speak, it wasn't considered a violation.

After all, the rules of the Oiran Hosting Banquet only demanded that she couldn't eat, drink, or engage in conversation with guests; it didn't say anything about fighting.

She didn't say anything, but she cast a disdainful glance at the little witch whose mouth was agape in surprise due to her lack of knowledge, and her enchanting eyes clearly conveyed a message.

"Who's the swordsmith, you or me? Swords and blades aren't such unchangeable things. If I say a wolf fang club is a sword, then it's a sword. No one on the whole Japan understands swordsmithing better than I do."

The Homebody Witch, whose Inspiration Attributes were super strong, easily read the Oiran's expression, so she shrugged, appearing unfazed after a moment of silence.

Alright, you're the expert in swordsmithing, whatever you say goes.

Dorothy didn't dwell too much on such a trivial matter. After all, the atmosphere had already been built up to this point; it wouldn't make sense to not fight now.

So....

"Since Miss Oiran has accepted the challenge, how about we set some rules for the duel? After all, this is a banquet, and if things get too raucous, it could disturb the other guests. How about we keep it down with a quieter literary duel? Primarily testing sword techniques, without using too much magic. Let's set a Magic Power output limit of 50,000 Mana, shall we?"

The Homebody Witch proposed this.

As she spoke, she displayed a look of "I'm doing this completely out of consideration for your reputation as the host."

Well, this is the Flower District's Youwu House, after all, and there are still many guests on the second and first floors below. If the two really went all out, not only would this house be destroyed, but perhaps even the entire street or island would suffer.

So, she wasn't chickening out for fear of a beating, definitely not, the Fairy King fears nothing.

Therefore, after finishing her words, the Homebody Witch handed over control of her body back to her Martial Soul, causing a mild protest from the Martial Soul Incarnation.

But Ibuki Oiran, upon hearing this suggestion, snapped her fingers, and immediately the Homebody Witch in the center of the stage felt her world spinning, sensing the entire room was shaking and turning.

No, it wasn't just a feeling; the entire banquet hall was indeed swaying.

The surrounding shoji doors and walls of the Japanese-style tatami banquet hall were all moving and changing, turning the house into a giant magic cube, transmigrating and rotating.

When everything settled, Dorothy found herself standing in a huge arena surrounded on all sides by countless Japanese-style wooden houses. Across from her, Miss Oiran was smiling at her.

As for the original guests, they were now scattered in Japanese-style private rooms around the arena, some in peculiar poses, hanging upside down from the ceiling, sitting on the ceiling top, or standing at ninety degrees on the walls.

It was as if, in this space, the order of gravity and direction had been entirely scrambled.

(Think of the setting from 'Demon Slayer' where Muzan donned female attire, in a place called Infinity Castle I believe.)

"What the... isn't this the Flower Street? How is there such a high-level arena? Do some guests really enjoy fighting while fighting? What kind of bizarre tastes..."

Dorothy was stupefied. No matter how you think about it, a bloody arena didn't seem to go well with the gentle ambiance of the Flower Street. But after careful thought, the Homebody Witch had to admit that this was indeed very witch-like.

Thinking about it, while the customs on Japan might seem very Eastern, the spiritual core remains very witch-centric.

"Alright then, if it's not a literary duel, so be it. Who's afraid of whom?"

The Homebody Witch clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction internally, lamenting that she couldn't escape today's thrashing. Getting beaten really hurts, okay?

But it wasn't a big deal; after all, with the Fairy King battling, the pain would be hers to bear.

Dorothy quietly delegated all sensory perception of pain to her Martial Soul.

Hey, Little Four, you're the Indomitable Warrior Soul and the best. Keep it up, the organization won't forget your sacrifice today.

However, to the Homebody Witch's surprise, when Miss Oiran adjusted the arena settings, she discovered the duel rules had indeed been changed to a max Magic Power output limit of 50,000 Mana.

"Wait, what...?"

The Homebody Witch scratched her head, glancing at Miss Oiran across the way with some confusion. But seeing Ibuki's amused smile, she realized she'd been had.

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