In an instant, Vergil pierced the Barque like a bullet. A downward swing for the first cut, followed by the plunging of his blade into the bottom of the hull and gliding the Yamato effortlessly through gold and steel, before finally finishing with an upward strike to exit. The Styx rushed into the gash. Black waters blotted out the Solar Barque’s light. Vergil sheathed his blade and pivoted Sharpedo to strike again.

However, when he turned around, the hull was sealed back in place again. Vergil frowned.

“HYA!”

He once again tore through the hull, this time slowing down slightly to try to understand just what was happening here. And in the cargo hold, he found his answer.

Thousands of bodies stood in perfect formation. With impeccable uniformity they set to the task of repairing the hull.

And they all looked exactly the same. Gray leather suits. Black sunglasses. Black hair with a single white skunk-stripe down the middle. An army in perfect lockstep.

One stepped forward.

SECRETARY OF DEFENSE: CHITTI 2.0

- Ragnarust Round 4