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In a grand hall, the clan leaders of various Shaman families converged due to the summon issued by the top-ranking clan in Japan.

While the meeting was sudden, its content centered around the secret of Manifestation.

Now, everyone present knew that their weapons held a second state, powerful enough to amplify an ordinary shaman's strength to a much higher level.

Yuki had previously monopolized this information, but the word had spread that the secrets would be divulged during this meeting.

It was an opportunity they couldn't afford to miss, knowing that the future of their clans hung in the balance.

As for the risk ?

They weren't overly cautious about this meeting, as they trusted the First Ranking Clan.

It was the oldest and most powerful clan in Japan, and despite their lack of unity, they respected their achievements and reputation.

As the clan leaders took their seats , arranged by rank, low murmurs filled the hall.

Closest to the center, where the top 10 Clans sat, the leaders of the most prestigious families exchanged nods and brief smiles, acknowledging each other with respect and curiosity.

An elder leader, known for his long tenure, leaned forward slightly.

"Rare to see us all here like this"

Beside him, a younger leader, recognized for her strategic mind, replied, "It's about Manifestation. Heard whispers that they're finally spilling the secrets."

Across the hall, a leader from a lesser-known clan shifted uneasily.

"Manifestation... It's something we've only heard rumors about. If the First Clan's sharing, it could change everything."

"Doesn't it seem suspicious, though?" questioned a representative from a lower-ranked clan, expressing doubt. "Why would they just give it away like that? Maybe they're expecting something in return, like information or money?"

Another leader, offering a different perspective, shook his head. " I doubt the First Clan needs anything like that. Perhaps they aim to bolster our strength. External forces grow stronger by the day. If we all learn about Manifestation, we could drive them out of our country for good."

All the leaders shared a common sentiment: a disdain for external influence.

They firmly believed in Japan's sovereignty, rejecting any form of external jurisdiction. The presence of Cerebrum was a source of frustration for many shaman clans, like a persistent thorn in their side.

As the discussion unfolded, Miyoshi finally made his presence known. He carried himself with a confidence that left no doubt in anyone's mind: he was the strongest among them. Even external powers acknowledged his formidable strength.

However, some of the staunch shamans sneered in contempt. They were aware that Miyoshi was a hybrid, part shaman and part yokai.

Normally, a yokai couldn't wield katanas as it disrupted their own abilities. But Miyoshi possessed a unique physique that allowed him to overcome this limitation. In fact, he could even harness the power of two weapons simultaneously, a rarity among shamans.

In addition to his ability to increase the weight of his targets, Miyoshi wielded a right sword with the power to create mist and completely conceal his presence.

On his left hand, he held a sword capable of disrupting others' sense of direction. Individually, these abilities were not overpowering, but when combined, he became an unbeatable force in the shaman community.

He was also known for his cautious nature, preferring not to engage in direct confrontation. His favorite tactic was to lurk in the mist and watch as his enemies were brought down by their own weight.

In the Shaman Community, there was a well-known saying: if you crossed paths with Miyoshi, your chances of survival were slim to none. This sentiment was shared by all, as defeating him seemed like an impossible feat, akin to challenging a god.

"Thank you all for coming," Miyoshi addressed the gathering, his gaze sweeping across the assembled leaders.

He counted each clan leader, inwardly pleased to see that everyone had made it.

"Now, all of you can also have the honor to serve my master," Miyoshi announced with a sinister grin spreading across his lips.

A sense of unease swept through the room, and the leaders instinctively considered fleeing.

But before they could make a move, the hall was enveloped in a barrier, trapping their body in place. Their attempts to resist were futile; they couldn't even draw their swords, let alone mount a fight.

"What's the meaning of this, Miyoshi!" roared a man with grey hair and a white kimono, the leader of the second-ranked clan. He struggled against the restraint, but his efforts were in vain as his body remained immobile.

"Don't be angry," Miyoshi spoke with a happy expression, his demeanor resembling that of someone ensnared by a questionable cult.

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"Today, we have been blessed. Our master has chosen us to serve him, so you should all be grateful that our insignificant lives are being given this opportunity."

"Have you lost your mind!" protested the other clan leaders, their voices filled with disbelief.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

But protesting was the only action they could muster.

Unable to draw their swords, they were reduced to mere humans with heightened attributes. Confronted with a restriction capable of restraining even Zhang in his full power, they felt as helpless as ants attempting to move a boulder.

"Lost my mind?" Miyoshi shook his head.

"No, I've seen the truth. I was blinded by my own power, thinking I had no equal. But my master showed me the reality. What we possess here is not true power. All this time, we've been pretending to be strong. We are nothing compared to the true powerhouses of this world, like my master!"

"Submit to him your worthless life !" Miyoshi's laughter echoed through the hall.

When he was on the verge of death, his master had saved him. This act deepened his devotion and quickly transformed into obsession. To him, it wasn't merely healing; he saw it as being revived from death and granted forgiveness.

His newfound strength served as proof of his master's ability to enhance his power further.

Weapons? Swords? Such trivialities became irrelevant in the presence of his master, who could grant anything with a mere thought.

After his laughter subsided, Miyoshi locked eyes with everyone in the room.

"You have two options," he declared solemnly. "Submit or die."