The Silent Deity: Saiki Kusuo in Tensura

The sun sat high in the sky, bright and unrelenting, but it wasn't just the heat that caused sweat to drip down the faces of the Storm Kingdom's citizens.

It was the buzz—the wild, unstoppable anticipation.

Everywhere you turned, people were talking about it.

"Did you hear? It's true! The Storm Dragon himself is going to fight the Ice Queen!"

"A battle between two True Dragons?! That's something out of legend!"

"This ain't a rumor. Rigurd himself made the announcement!"

In the royal chambers, Veldora sat cross-legged on a cushion, sipping tea with elegance (he'd practiced that with Saiki).

Across from him, Benimaru, Hakuro, Rigurd, and the Four Transcendent Demons—Diablo, Testarossa, Ultima, and Carrera—stood in attendance.

"Hakuro," Veldora said, placing down his teacup with a serious look. "Prepare the training ground. I'm going to spar with my dear sister Velzard today."

Everyone froze.

"…You mean spar spar?" Ultima blinked.

"Like, fight spar?" Carrera asked, leaning forward.

"As in… a True Dragon fight?" Diablo's smile twitched with both awe and excitement.

"That's what I said, didn't I?" Veldora grinned. "It's been centuries. Time for some sibling bonding… through destruction."

Benimaru smirked. "I'll help Hakuro. Something tells me we're going to need some reinforcement magic."

"And you, Rigurd," Veldora said. "Let the citizens know. The spar will begin in a few hours."

Rigurd bowed so hard his forehead nearly hit the floor. "A-as you command, my Lord!"

By the time the second bell of the day rang, the entire kingdom knew.

Veldora vs. Velzard.

The fight of the century.

"A dragon battle! And it's free to watch?!"

"You think they'll turn into their true forms?"

"I don't know, but I brought my sketchbook!"

Even the foreign nobles, ambassadors, and traveling merchants were stunned.

A group of soldiers from Blumund scrambled to grab seats near the front.

"I thought I came here for trade negotiations," one muttered. "Turns out I came for a front-row seat to a god battle."

The Storm Arena—usually used for tournaments, executions, and big celebrations—had never looked so magnificent.

It was an architectural blend of Roman grandeur and mystical precision. Magic circuits glowed faintly along the inner walls, reinforced with layered barriers and runes by Saiki's invisible hand.

Above it all, floating high in the air, Saiki chewed thoughtfully on a fresh cup of coffee jelly, sighing with mild amusement.

"Yare yare… this'll be one for the books."

The crowd packed in like sardines. Goblins, lizardmen, dwarves, humans, beastmen—all shoulder-to-shoulder, buzzing with energy.

Even Guy Crimson, hidden under powerful illusion magic, sat in the highest row with a devilish smirk.

"Let's see if our battle was not just a fluke," he muttered.

In the VIP section sat Diablo, Testarossa, Ultima, and Carrera, all dressed in their finest black-and-gold regalia.

"I wonder if Lady Velzard truly understands how strong our Lord is," Testarossa said, fanning herself lightly.

"He hasn't sparred seriously in years…" Ultima added. "But if anyone can draw it out of him, it's his sister."

"She's strong," Carrera said bluntly. "I wanna see which one of them breaks the sky first."

"I, for one, shall enjoy every moment," Diablo chuckled darkly. "Nothing is more beautiful than power in motion."

Shion, dressed in a bright red outfit with a feathered hat and oversized megaphone in hand, marched to the center of the arena floor. She struck a pose and pointed to the sky.

"LADIES! GENTLEMEN! CITIZENS OF THE STORM KINGDOM! MERCHANTS! NOBLES! FRIENDS! ENEMIES!"

"Today! You will witness the GREATEST SPAR IN THE HISTORY OF CREATION!"

The crowd roared so loudly the arena shook.

"From the heart of our glorious kingdom! The roaring tempest! The thunderous god! Our one and only king—THE STORM DRAGON!! VEEEEELDOOOOOORAAAAAAAA!!!"

A massive gate creaked open.

From the shadows walked Veldora, his golden hair ruffling slightly with the wind. He wore nothing fancy—just black pants, a crisp white shirt, and storm-leather boots. His presence did the talking.

He walked calmly down the stone path, the weight of the world in every step, the cheer of the crowd vibrating in his chest.

He gave a small wave and a wide grin.

"My people!" he shouted. "Prepare to be amazed!"

The people screamed louder. Some fainted. One goblin cried.

Even the barrier itself shimmered under his aura.

Then Shion raised her hand again.

"AND NOW! From the frigid lands of the north! The empress of eternal frost! The queen who commands winter! VELZAAAAAAARD!!"

The opposite gate opened, and a gentle snow-like mist flowed in.

Velzard stepped forward, her long silver-white hair trailing behind her like a silk ribbon. She wore a flowing white battle robe, her pale skin glowing under the sun.

Her every step left a faint frost on the ground, her icy aura piercing yet beautiful.

The crowd gasped.

"She's so graceful…"

"So cold…"

"So… perfect…"

"She looks like she could freeze your soul with one glare!"

She didn't wave.

She didn't speak.

She just walked—head high, posture elegant—like a queen who had no need for words.

In the middle of the arena, Veldora and Velzard stood across from one another.

The crowd hushed.

Even the wind paused.

Benimaru stood between them, acting as referee.

"This is a spar," he reminded them. "No killing blows. No mass destruction. Try not to crack the planet, alright?"

"No promises," both dragons said in sync.

Saiki, floating above, chuckled and quietly expanded the barrier again.

The crowd was frozen with anticipation.

The tension was unbearable.

And then…

Benimaru raised his hand.

"BEGIN!"