Chapter 280: Love Is the Strongest Punch

"That day… it was Mr. Jia Ji who saved me—thank you so much!"

The red-haired girl, with a generous and bold personality, bowed deeply to the visitor from Second Division; though she had prepared to die that day, it was only a last resort—who would refuse life if they could have it?

She appears to have recovered well, unlike the public reports claiming she remained unconscious.

Yet, if given the choice again, she would still choose—Final Chant!

"If there is anything I can do for you, I will spare no effort to repay your kindness."

Her expression was stern, her speech style unique, and even more peculiar was her left-side hairstyle, sharp as a blade.

Who else could it be but Fūmei Yoku?

Her gaze was serious and solemn; had he not arrived in time, her dearest friend would have perished, and the "Dual Wings" would have become only "The Solo Wing Singer."

Over these past days, she had repeatedly made Tenshu Sō aware of her mistakes, warning her never to act recklessly again.

"Ah~ah, Zhezhongshiqingma ， Yeshinanmiandea 。" The red-haired girl scratched the back of her head, her eyes holding a stubbornness unfitting her age—she was no ordinary seventeen-year-old girl, but a survivor with a tragic past.

Her parents had died in a Noise accident, and it was precisely because of this that she had fought desperately to become a Symphogear wielder—she would never retreat.

"If you die, Yoku, Hibiki, and many others will be heartbroken… If you want to repay me, then give me a solo concert someday—I've been a solo fan of the Dual Wings since 2008."

Jia Ji wore an expression of "I love Hibiki, Sō, and Yoku equally."

He seemed in good spirits, perhaps because Tenshu Sō had called him "Mr."—normally, people called him "that guy" or "this guy."

At these words, everyone laughed, knowing he was joking.

It's 2040 now—over thirty years before Fūmei Genjūrō was even born—and can you even "solo-push" a group? If any of the Dual Wings' individual fanatics found out Jia Ji was leveraging his favor, they'd probably scream "DD beheading!" and charge at him.

"I shall remember."

Fūmei Yoku nodded solemnly, already calculating time and place in her mind.

"Hahaha, 'The Fiery Gun' and 'The Lovely Sword'?" Aside from the two involved, Jia Ji's analogy received unanimous approval.

"What about me?"

After examination, Hibiki was confirmed to be perfectly healthy—even overly so—and returned with the two senior Singers; hearing her Master's words, she asked curiously from the side.

"Hmm, though it's not obvious yet, my hope for you is—The Unbeaten Flower!"

"That sounds amazing!"

Jia Ji patted Hibiki's head; his frantic training of her within a single day, giving her basic combat ability, was all to ensure she could protect herself before reaching Second Division.

If Feni and he broke ties and resorted to a last stand, using the Sacred Relic "Suo Luomen's Staff" to open the gate to the specific space "The Treasury of Babylonia" and unleash an unknown number of Noise, the entire city might be destroyed.

At that time, Hibiki must master transformation to protect herself.

Fortunately, things had not reached the worst point—he had already prepared to kill Feni outright if persuasion failed; indeed, this still worked best (referring to his fist).

Won another Symphogear wielder with my fist today. pg

"Though this is our first formal meeting, this man… for some reason, I feel I can trust him."

Simultaneously, both members of the Dual Wings had this thought.

After some more casual chat, and confirming through "Shuǐ Yǐng Xīn" that the man before him was no traitor like Feni, Jia Ji suddenly rose and said: "I have urgent matters to attend to—it's time I leave… If I entrust Hibiki to you, I can rest easy."

Hibiki, who had followed her Master here, stood up quickly. "I—I want to come too."

Though they had only been in the group for less than two weeks and met face-to-face for just two days, Hibiki inexplicably wanted to do something with him—it was a girl's unique intuition; she felt she must help this seemingly omnipotent Master.

Yes, she somehow believed that the immensely powerful Jia Ji needed her help.

"There will be a chance—but not now…"

He was preparing to seek a solution to save the world—it would never be easy. Even if Hibiki was exceptionally gifted, she was still just a middle school girl with power but no corresponding resolve.

Besides, as a mature adult, Jia Ji would never let a minor go fight alongside him—what would people say?

He firmly ignored Hibiki's wish and turned to Sakurai Ryōko—the woman who, before he broke his promise, had already decided to side with him and cease all further actions.

"Remember to make the Singers watch the anime I picked out—these are the essential few, tested by countless people, required to master the divine art."

Sakurai Ryōko nodded helplessly; the Symphogear system was locked with a total of 301, 55, 22 types of restrictions, designed to systematically and progressively unlock according to the wielder's skill and combat style.

In other words, Symphogear can evolve.

Though she didn't understand how these children's anime related to training the Symphogear wielders, she had no reason to refuse.

"Oh? I can't let that go unchallenged! If you're training, you should watch movies!" The dissenter was Fūmei Genjūrō, commander of Second Division, arms crossed, standing his ground.

Hearing this, someone who had already reached the elevator stopped dead in their tracks; even Xu Chuan Shenji, who had intended to see him off, nearly collided with him, barely managing to stabilize himself in an extremely precarious pose.

"Anime, of course!"

Jia Ji roared fiercely.

"Must be movies!"

Fūmei Genjūrō stepped forward defiantly.

"Anime!"

"Movies!"

…

"Fine. Before I go, let you know why I am this—strong!"

Fūmei Genjūrō laughed heartily. "Warriors grow closer through the exchange of fists and palms! Combat is like tea after lunch—deliciously memorable! Then—let us spar!"

A silent stare.

The air seemed frozen.

The Anime faction and the Movie faction,

were about to fight for their passion!

(End of Chapter)