"A One on One Battle Against One of the 10 Great Weapons is Suicide"
Osprey fires again, 15 arrows smash into God sticks air wall immediately. He tries to angle more shots around it, but the swirling wind scatters them off course.
Mori runs flat out, pushing through thick mud, sprinting 100 meters in under eight seconds. Osprey already adapted and is curving arrows around the air wall. Now arrows slice past him, one cuts his arm, another buries deep in his shoulder. He throws himself forward, curling into a ball as more arrows miss by inches. He rolls over and gets back on his feet.
Finally, sprinting further he reaches 100 meters in range of the God Stick — close enough that the air around it was so dense, no ricocheted arrow could get through.
Osprey clicks his tongue, frustrated.
"Tsk. It's not a solid wall — the wind's random. My calculations won't work. I'll have to get lucky. No choice but to keep firing."
He flexes his fingers and lets more arrows fly.
Meanwhile, Mori taps his ear — a hidden feed shows Osprey's exact location. He exhales shakily. 'Good. Now the God Stick can recharge for the final attack.'
As Mori lifts his hand, the God Stick snaps through the air, closing the 100metres in a split second it crashes into Mori's palm, drawn by a signal embedded in the metal piece hidden in his palm. In an instant, the weapon locks into place
Osprey sees the moment of distraction and doesn't hesitate. More arrows fly, each shot meant to pierce flesh before Mori can fully brace himself.
What Osprey doesn't know, and what Mori tries so hard to hide — is that he can't actually react to these arrows on reflex alone.
Instead, the God Stick does the impossible for him. It constantly sends out miniature shockwaves — invisible pulses of compressed air that ripple through a two-kilometer radius. These pulses allow Mori to feel the slightest shift in the wind, the brush of an arrow slicing through the air, the subtle tremor of something coming for him.
Inside Mori's skull, a chip wired directly to his brain processes this flood of information and links him to the God Stick directly, that's how he became its wielder. It's the only reason he's still alive — he doesn't see the arrows in real time, he predicts them through the storm of data swirling in his head.
But even with this edge, Osprey's offense is soo ridiculous that he's stuck on defense. Or so we think.
Mori smiles seeing that he might be beaten here and gets slightly excited. "This is an actual fight, Osprey is better than before." Mori activates a permanent 5-10 meter wind barrier thats very dense.
In milliseconds Mori is bombarded by 4 more arrows As they bounce off the wind barrier Mori looks like a god in human clothing untouchable, walking forward as if he has a invisble barrier around his body this was it, the pinnacle of God sticks defensive capabilitie-
PIERCER!
As a powerful arrow pierces through the wind barrier that was protecting Mori it makes its way through his body, through his Torso and leaves a gaping hole in his chest.
As Osprey fires 58 more arrows he simply whispers "Die, die, die"
We see Osprey's forearm, his muscles flexing as he releases the tension on the string. His arm is a testament to raw power, his tendons coiled like steel cables beneath the skin.
A true artist, The right hand of Mr. N himself.
Mori quickly activated a higher % of God stick deflecting the other arrows. As he fell to his knees holding the hole in his chest.
"Osprey the perfect sniper, a body that's been built on decades of specialized long range combat and practice. Someone who awakened his dormant genetics when he was only a child. His white hair is a testament of his ancestry from the legend" Simo Hayha" also known as the white death.
Osprey narrows his eyes, feeling the feedback from the arrows.
"That shot should've hit his heart. Even my Piercer wasn't perfect — the wind pushed it off."
Without hesitation, he fires sixteen more arrows.
Mori, breathing hard and wheezing from the lung wound, moves quickly. Despite the pain, he dodges every arrow. Four more arrows slam into the wind barrier and fail to get through.
A twitch of disbelief crosses Osprey's face as if hes seen a ghost he comes to a stark realisation "Nobody can dodge my attacks, not this consistently, not even the boss.."
"Can he see me?"
Unfortunately for Osprey it's as if Mori answered that question the moment he asked.
Mori's eyes snap open. In one fluid motion, he hurls the God Stick toward Osprey's location — over a kilometer away.
How will it reach so far?
Using wind energy, the God Stick boosts itself, moving as fast as a fighter jet slicing through the sky.
Osprey spots it immediately and attacks the God Stick, heart sinking in fear. But the weapon defends itself with massive blasts of wind. Realizing the attack is useless, Osprey switches targets — firing a storm of arrows at Mori.
Five arrows slam into Mori's arm, two more strike, one in the chest, another grazing his neck. The wounds are nearly fatal, but Mori twists just enough to survive.
Then Osprey sees it — the God Stick, a red streak speeding through the air, closing fast at 300 meters.
Osprey's instincts scream.
Run.
"Count Zer00," Mori whispers.
And then—detonation.
A cataclysmic shockwave erupts, flattening everything within a kilometer radius of the Riverlands. Trees collapse. Earth craters. Buildings crumble.
It was God Stick's magnum opus. Mori risked his life, only using 20-30% of God Stick's abilities as defense saving the 70% for a final attack.
Even Aspera, 11 kilometers away, feels the tremor. She turns toward the distant chaos from atop a tall wall, eyes wide.
"Os?"
From beneath the rubble, Mori rises, caked in mud and dust. He wipes grime from his face. Extending his hand, the God Stick boomerangs back into his grasp.
"These Riverlands are filthy," he mutters. With a grunt, he pulls the arrow from his neck and cauterizes the wound using the God Stick's heat—now overheating from sheer exertion.
"It was a well-fought battle. As expected from Mr. N's right-hand. You might have been right about surpassing the elite guard… conceptually."
He breathes, slow and cold.
"But with the technology I stole from Mr. N… my brain syncs with God Stick on a level that borders on precognition. You never stood a chance."