Biggest aura farmer in Blue Lock gotta be Ego https://i.postimg.cc/5yQR0pgf/i.jpg

To this day I still HATE Anna Croft... And i have no doubts you'll hate her too (Ik it was a plan to get Iris a good sponsor but to this day my initial hatred still around the corner) https://i.postimg.cc/441K2ZQb/i.jpg https://i.postimg.cc/W1dh4ZLX/i.jpg https://i.postimg.cc/nzJzTwsP/i.jpg https://i.postimg.cc/cC1JGgB7/i.png

WARNING! DO NOT CHECK ⚠️ ⚠️ https://i.postimg.cc/FHV3vNhZ/i.jpg
I warned you...

[steps forward, gaze locked with the eternal void behind the Monarch's mask, voice steady]
So you were once like us.
And still you chose the mask.
Not to heal—but to hide.

You speak of wounds no heaven can deny,
yet it is not heaven that must answer for what comes next—it is you.

I do not fear the silence you remember.
I was born in a world where silence kills slowly—
and I chose to scream.

You speak of pain as if it absolves you.
As if ancient sorrow justifies the chains you now wrap around cosmos and kin.
But pain, Monarch, is not what makes you divine.
It is what makes you mortal. And mortals fall.

That feather you cast—
a token? A warning?
I see it for what it is:
a relic of power past its time… waiting to be buried.

So yes, I will roar.
And the storm will come.
And when it does—
it shall not pass over you…
It shall pass through you.
For scars may speak…
but mine blade answers.

[stands firm beside the banner of the Empire]

My liege, Eclipsebanethegrim, thy words strike truer than any blade.
Each syllable—a hammer upon the anvil of destiny.
Each insult returned with the weight of truth and the fire of unshakable purpose.

You speak not only as a leader… but as the voice of our war-born will.
And I, CdzzNut, stand unwavering at thy side.
Not swayed by frogs in robes, nor rodents in repose,
but bound by honor, by oath, and by the memory of the silence we ride to shatter.

The Chicken Monarch squawks of divinity—
but thou hast reminded him that no crown, be it forged in stardust or delusion,
shall withstand the storm we now unleash.

Let the heavens hear it. Let the false gods tremble.
We are not pawns in his cosmic fable.
We are the reckoning he failed to foresee.

For the Empire. For the fallen. For thee, my liege…
we ride—until every lie is bled dry.

Mc... You sure you was an assassin back then? https://i.postimg.cc/X728gyd4/i.jpg

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[steps through the ashes, unshaken]
I do not fear your words, starborn wraith.
I do not crave your power—I reject it.
For what you call divinity is but a mask worn by cowards too ancient to die with honor.

You remember stars?
I remember promises—carved into stone, sealed in blood, whispered by dying men who still believed.
You bled before swords?
Then bleed again, and this time know the name of the one who struck you.

Your wars are old?
Then let mine end them.

I march not for crowns nor mourning—
I march to remind gods that they, too, can be hunted.

So stand tall, Chicken Monarch…
and face the roar of the storm.

For tonight, I do not bring sorrow.
I bring the end. And you shall know its taste.

Then hear it now, foul creature, and etch it deep into the marrow of thine bones—

Thou shalt perish by my sword.

Not by chance. Not by fate.
But by the will of a soul unbroken,
and the hand of one who remembers every fallen brother,
every flame left to smolder in silence.

You called yourself divine.
But gods do not bleed—you will.

So ready thy crown, Monarch…
for I come to cast it into dust.

[mounts steed, sword raised to the storm-dark sky, voice like rolling thunder]

I have found the beasts.
No longer shall they slither in shadow, nor whisper their poison beneath the veil of stars.

Men of the Empire!
The time for words has passed—
Let steel speak.
Let wrath sing.

We charge not for glory, but for truth.
We ride not for conquest, but for reckoning.

Forward! Into the heart of the storm!
Let the heavens tremble, let the false divine weep—
For we bring not mercy…
We bring judgment.

Ride, my brothers! Ride!

[steps forward, voice thundering with holy defiance, blade drawn and eyes burning with resolve]

The divine, thou say? Then let the divine bleed.

I bow only before the one true God—
not before feathered jesters crowned by stars,
nor beasts cloaked in riddles and cosmic delusion.

Thou callest Eclipsebanethegrim cursed… yet I see clarity in his flame.
You speak of balance, but yours is stagnation masked as wisdom,
cowardice paraded as peace.

Chicken Monarch, false sovereign of silence—
if you rise without feathers, then fall you shall, without grace.

Ribbit McEntire's rhymes are but croaks dressed in lies.
James the Capybara’s calm? A still pond before the storm.
And you… you are no divine. You are a shadow trembling at dawn.

This day, I ride not for gold, not for vanity—
but for judgment.
I shall cut through the veil of your false heavens,
and drag every so-called god down to kneel before truth.

So stand, or flee.
But know this—my blade comes for thee.

For the glory of the Empire… and the cleansing of the cosmos.

He a Fable-grade btw the bitch forgot that (well in the novel it's probably coz he eased the atmosphere saying he isn't like the others that were arrogant)

Frieren would smoke Gojo btw (in all due respect)

It's Loki i believe

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Me for a few pages: https://i.postimg.cc/B6JrTP1T/i.gif
This manga deserves WAY more attention it should also be updated every two weeks at MOST, weekly would be best but i'm aware the quality would lower significantly if that were to happen

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[kneels, voice bold yet respectful]

My lord, Sir @Eclipsebanethegrim, shadow of war and bane of beasts—
I bring thee word from the front.

We have arrived.
The sacred page, the promised ground—Chapter 167 of Jungle Juice now lies before us.

Thy loyal blades stand ready.
By thy command, we shall turn ink to fire and prose to conquest.

Awaiting thy will, my liege

Aye, brother… thy words strike deep into the soul.

We ride not for fleeting glory, but for the honor of the fallen,
for the wrath of the living,
and the meaning forged in blood and memory.

Let the beasts of Chapter 167 know—
we come not with fear, but with fury.

Our steel shall sing, our hearts shall burn,
and our rage shall echo through the ages.

For the fallen! For the living! We ride! ⚔️