The Silent Deity: Saiki Kusuo in Tensura

The crowd held its breath as Benimaru stepped forward, nodded, then shouted, "Let the spar begin!" In a blink, Veldora and Velzard vanished.

BOOM! A shockwave rattled stones.

SWOOSH! A gust of wind raced past the spectators.

BLAM! The clash of steel and ice filled the arena.

FZZZZ! Crackles of frost on metal.

Saiki, smirking with coffee jelly in hand, subtly used his psychic powers to slow down time perception—so everyone could savor each punishing move.

Velzard launched her opening barrage:

A mini-blizzard whipped spindrift across the field.

Ice daggers materialized at her fingertips, thrown in deadly arcs.

She hissed, unleashing a Freezing Breath that stained the air white.

Spectators gasped:

"She's a living winterstorm!"

"Look—every flake obeys her command!"

Veldora didn't flinch—he drew his sword, blade glinting with psychic lightning.

He parried mid-air ice bolts with swirling sword arcs.

Hand-to-hand, he darted in, landing blows with pinpoint accuracy.

He avoided Velzard's blizzard zones with smooth sidesteps.

His sword cleaved through ice shields, each move dripping with purpose.

In the crowd, Guy Crimson leaned forward, breathless:

"He moves like....what the hell is this? He is even faster, stronger and better than when he fought me!!!"

Meanwhile, the Transcendent Demons silently worshipped the sight:

"Unbelievable…"

"He's flawless."

Velzard deployed higher-tier spells:

Cessation Frost summoned swirling ice shards.

She cast Eternal World, forming a dome of frozen energy.

Leviathan Absorption tried siphoning Veldora's aura.

But Veldora, bolstered by Saiki's inferred combat patterns, countered:

He erupted through ice constructs with psychic-magic bursts.

His strikes shattered the dome, melting its form.

Each step he took left trails of shimmering wind.

Crowd murmurs rose to whispers of fear and awe:

"He's unstoppable!"

"The storm outplays the winter…"

Seeing Velzard struggle, Veldora closed in. His aura glowed—electric and calm.

He feinted left, then spun right in a hand-to-hand combo that staggered her.

As she raised her ice barrier, he cracked it with psychic slashes.

Tossing aside his sword, he integrated martial arts and swordsmanship.

Psychic-blue arcs danced along his blade as he pressed the attack.

Velzard unleashed Gabriel, Lord of Patience, dual ice blades ringing in the air.

They collided—lightning met frost—sending a ringing echo across the arena.

Veldora spoke, voice clear:

"Dear sister… Time to accept who truly stands above."

In a final explosion of storm energy and psychic force, he unleashed a cyclone slash. Velzard froze midair—and crashed to the ground, unconscious.

Her body clattered with ice dust as she hit the floor.

Silence. Then an eruption: cheers, stomps, ** cries of thrill**.

Shion's voice boomed:

"Behold! The might of our Storm King!"

Guy, stunned:

"He... eclipsed even her!"

Transcendent Demons, awe-struck:

"My lord…"

"Such elegance."

Benimaru strode in, raising his voice with pride:

"The dawn belongs to Veldora, Storm King!"

Hands bred applause. Nobles stood cheering. Even rival merchants clapped.

Above it all, Saiki floated, spooning jelly:

"That, was entertainment."

Veldora's smile was serene as he walked to Velzard, offering his hand. A new chapter in Storm dominance had begun.

The cheers were still echoing through the great arena, thunderous and alive, like the sky itself was applauding. Dust and frost still floated in the air like glittering sparks of a legendary battle, and in the very center of the arena, Veldora, the Storm King, stood tall, extending his hand to his sister.

Velzard, still stunned and breathing heavily, looked up at him. She blinked, eyes flickering between disbelief and reluctant admiration. Then—quietly—she took his hand.

He pulled her up gently, with a calm smile. She didn't say anything. But her grip tightened slightly. A quiet nod. That was enough.

Then, Veldora turned. Slowly. His gaze rising to the crowd of tens of thousands, to nobles, soldiers, adventurers, merchants, and even foreign dignitaries from distant nations—all now silent.

He walked to the center of the arena, his boots crunching on the frost-covered stone. A gust of wind swirled around him as if the storm was responding to his presence.

And then—his voice thundered, clear and unwavering:

"People of the Storm Kingdom—citizens, allies, and honored guests... Today, you have borne witness to something extraordinary."

The crowd held its breath. Some leaned forward, wide-eyed. Others instinctively stood straighter.

"You saw two true dragons, siblings born of the primordial winds and chaos, engage in a clash not for conquest—but for understanding. For respect. For legacy."

Velzard stood beside him now, silently watching her brother speak, her heart pounding not from defeat, but from the truth echoing in his voice.

"But this battle… this spectacle… is not just to entertain. It is a symbol. A reminder. Of who we are. Of what we have become."

He lifted his hand, palm facing the sky. A crack of thunder rumbled far in the distance—soft, yet majestic.

"Gone are the days where dragons sleep in solitude, watching the world from atop mountains. We no longer hide. We no longer drift. I—Veldora—am no longer a prisoner of the past."

"I am king."

A rush of wind swept through the arena as his aura surged briefly—not destructive, but inspiring. Like a hurricane that builds not to destroy, but to lift.

"Through strength, we bring peace. Through wisdom, we inspire growth. And through unity—we create a kingdom that even time will not erase."

The crowd erupted into cheers—but he raised a hand, and the silence returned instantly.

"You've seen my strength. But remember: I did not build this kingdom alone. I stand with heroes—warriors who have fought beside me, demons who have transcended their limits, and citizens who believe in something greater than fear."

He motioned to Benimaru, to Shion, to Diablo, Testarossa, Ultima, Carrera, and even toward Rigurd and the goblins in the crowd.

"And I will not stop here. The world will know that the Storm Kingdom is not just a land. It is a force. An ideal. A place where power and peace coexist, where beauty and order flourish. And I, Veldora, am the storm that guards it."

He paused. Then smiled softly, turning back to Velzard.

"Let the world see that even true dragons evolve."

Then, raising his fist to the sky, his voice boomed once more:

"This is our era! The era of Storm!"

The arena erupted. The crowd was thunderous.

Diablo muttered, "Truly divine…"

Testarossa grinned, "He's even more captivating than I expected."

Guy Crimson, still watching from the shadows, gave a small chuckle, "So this… is the new Veldora."

And floating high above, Saiki, invisible and sipping a fresh jelly cup, whispered with a smirk:

"Yare yare… you're really getting into this Ainz role now, huh?"

The people chanted his name.

And the world... felt the shift in power.

The King had spoken. And his storm was just beginning.