Let's Imagine: Idealistic Goals!

"… W-Wait, about that 'taking your rank' stuff, I was only kidding. I respect you not only as a leader but as a person, honest."

Ophriri rises from the ground with a hand on her head along with Malecada. Nazari also leans upward and shakes her head while Pointsettia looks at Akkar's legs starting to quiver as Aiyoma's armor starts to glow with a yellow light. His breaths become slowed and loud as he falls to his knees with the blue inscriptions on his arms starting to fade.

"… H-How are you able to deflect all my magic with ease?" Akkar attests with a rasp.

Aiyoma lets go of his grip and walks forward while looking into the sky. "My armor was made specifically for combat with magic-users and a defensive measure against any and all Kumei. Along with my knowledge on magic-flow from years of practice, knowing how to overload your senses using your own power isn't too complicated."