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Ryu's booming proclamation was like a bomb being set off in the martial world. Whether it was those Sky Gods across worlds that heard it, or the individuals of the Armament Guild who suddenly understood just what kind of young man they were dealing with, there wasn't a single soul who didn't understand.
Tatsuya. Ryu Tatsuya.
The moment Ryu claimed this name for himself, a surge of Fate that was all his own accumulated around his Fate Star. There was no doubting who he was and what he represented. There was even less to doubt about his talent and what his future accomplishments would be should he grow to that point.