"The Shadow Fox of the Nine Tails".
As a secret society, the foxes have a number of bases around the world that no one knows about.
However, one of Cleet's lairs, normally shrouded in silence, is now in turmoil, like a beehive being poked.

In a room at the far end of the base, the new boss, Gaf Schoenfelder, issued a loud command.


'An assassin from another organization! A traitor! Seize them! Don't listen to a word they say! They're being manipulated by fakes.'

'Don't let any of them escape! That's the boss's order!

Sora also raised her hands in the air to support her opinion. Her expression didn't have the holy atmosphere that she usually wore.
It was already not the time to retreat. If she lost here, she would lose her place in the organization. The priestess has a special position, but she could be disposed of during the civil war. The dead can't protest.

Gaff's men are very good. They are experienced, powerful, and used to wielding power under Gaff.
They're prepared for the big operation in the cleats. The time of the heavens, the good of the earth, and the harmony of men were all on the side of the new boss.

Armed with fox masks, each of his men rushed out of the room.
The members of the foxes were elite in their own right. Even if their opponents are direct reports of other bosses, they will not be defeated so easily.


'The enemies are few in number. We're better than them.

By now, the Martial Emperor Festival would have begun in the arena. The key to the operation, the key to the earth, is in the hands of the former boss, so something should happen.
If it were possible, Gaff and the others would like to take their time to watch the game like the boss, but they can't move unless they deal with the undesirable intruders wearing fox masks.


If we show an opening, we'll be beaten. The winner is not the one who is right. The winner is the right one.


And just then, the door opens with a bang. A man in a fox mask came running in. But he's not one of Gaff's men.

It was indeed a member of the same foxes who had come this far, overriding his subordinates who had studied hard and were skilled at detecting signs.

The intruder was covered in wounds. His robe was cut and bleeding all over the place.
But to have gotten this far through countless traps and Gaff's men, he's definitely a master. Maybe he's under the direct command of another boss.


But the number of enemies is small. To begin with, Gaff only recently took over the boss's badge. This was not a carefully planned, large-scale raid.

The intruder saw Gaff, saw the mask he wore, and opened his eyes.

It was just a small opening. But Gaff wasn't geriatric enough to miss the opening.
The essence of a bandit king is his ability to command, but that does not mean he is not confident in combat. It takes him less than a second to draw his weapon, ready it, step into it, and thrust it.

A moment later, a thin, custom-made knife was plunged deep into his torso.

''Ah!

'Don't worry, I won't kill you. But there seems to be some kind of misunderstanding.

I won't let you say a word. The intruder's eyes widen, and he tries to move his lips, but it doesn't work, and he falls down.
Gaff's knife is coated with a potion. It is a special numbing potion studied to keep powerful phantoms alive. Most opponents cannot withstand it, even if they have absorbed the mana material.


You kick the intruder with the knife still stuck in him to the corner of the room.
There will be more intruders to come. Intruders who've been seduced by the other bosses and unfortunately misled.


We'll fight to the bitter end.


Wearing the unmistakable sign of the boss, Gaff grinned a mouthful.




'I won't let you do it. This is my turf--I'm the ...... boss.'



'Boss, we need to make fried tofu. It was the boss who gave the order.'

'...... Yeah, I know. I know. I'm the one who gave the order.


At the shaman's words, Gaff's smile faded and he sighed.
It's too trivial, but it's the plan the old boss made. We can't cut corners.

The former boss had passed the mask on to Gaff, but he hadn't lost his power. Gaff is not so confident that he can beat the other bosses without the former boss's backing.

I didn't think he'd be trapped behind a fence even if he was the boss. ...... Gaff let out a small sigh and decided to issue a new order.












Cleet's arena. A human figure was floating a few dozen meters above where the Martial Emperor Festival was about to take place.

The jet-black robe it wore. A white fox mask covering its face. It stepped on the empty air and looked down at the black stone in its hand--the sympathetic stone.

The information coming from the sympathetic stone was not very good. His voice conveyed only a sense of urgency, indicating that the headquarters was in turmoil.
One of the top executives of the Nine-Tailed Shadow Fox. The man whose territory included Zebrudia bit his lip at the frustrating situation.

The chain of command had been completely split up. Communication with his men, who he had sent to the safe house just in case, was cut off. Apparently, they had been attacked by one of their own.

This disruption in the chain of command was not unusual. Headquarters, which is supposed to take command in such situations, was also slow.

The separation meter is a stupid thing to do. To disrupt an organization that had been hiding for so long in such a short period of time, it must have been a very carefully prepared plan.



I'll put the sympathetic stone in my pocket.


This matter is not the handiwork of the Explorers Society. Not by the empire. The fox's eyes are everywhere, and if it was the work of a large organization, there's no way we'd get any information.

It seems that the previous information that the Ghosts of Sorrows is a fierce organization that has destroyed every criminal organization is not an exaggeration.


But that's naive. The One Thousand Transformations made a mistake. He revealed his true identity.




The Fox is not like other secret societies.


It's true the plan failed. But I'm going to let you die. There are many powerful treasure hunters, but few schemers are capable of trapping a fox with such complete secrecy.


The next operation is sure to succeed once the Thousand Transformations is dead. It may take some time to rebuild the organization, but it's not a bad deal if you think you can eliminate the obstacles to the organization early.


The Hunter's weakness was that he was too proud of himself.
He is convinced of his own victory. He's convinced he'll never be assassinated.

There's always someone better. It's not the smartest move, but the fox will stop at nothing to get what he wants. He doesn't hesitate. The boss is also a synonym for the strongest in the organization.

Today, Radric Atulum Zebuldia will watch the man who protected him die a horrible death. And his fear of foxes is solidified.



With that thought in mind, the boss looked down at the tournament list for the Martial Emperor Festival.


'But you've come up with a stupid plan ......'.


First round of the tournament table. Krai Andrich versus Krai Andrich. It's a ridiculous card, derided by some as fake vs. real.
I don't know how or with what intentions they manipulated the table, but it is too crude to blind us.


I've never seen him face to face, but even if you don't know which one is the real one, the solution is simple.





--If you don't know their faces, just kill them both.





Above ground. Two dark-haired men stand in a vast coliseum. The match is about to begin.
The best time to aim is the moment one of them falls. The venue is warded to prevent stray bullets, not attacks from the outside.


I squinted my eyes and watched the battle closely. You can see two men talking to each other, though they are no bigger than peas in a pod.







Not yet. The fake and the real. An unknown hunter and a famous hunter. No doubt the game will be short.
Focus all your attention. They're level 8. I don't think we can beat them head-to-head, but we'll get reinforcements if it drags on.


From your pocket, you take out the key to your original strategy, the treasure you managed to recover - the Key of the Earth. It's already been charged.




It's a far cry from our original plan, but let the despair begin. Now is the time to show the world the power of the fox.







Just as I was thinking this, the situation in the hall changed drastically. From above, I couldn't hear the sound, but I could feel the confusion in the air.



Did something happen ......?


I squinted and looked below me. I see one of the men raise his hand.


And then - a moment later, a powerful sound, shock and light passed through the boss's entire body.















'What did you just say ............?'





A dark-haired man asks with a stunned expression.

Krach Andrich . Mr. Crisis's opponent, the fake. Senten Manka .
His body has a lot of mana material for a human, but of course he's ten thousand times stronger than Crisis, but he's nothing compared to the rest of God's family.

She's just an insignificant human warrior.



The sister fox smiled a fearless smile that was typical of Mr. Crisis, looked over the entire crowded hall once more, and said in a loud voice that seemed to spread to every corner.










'I'm honored to have met the real thing,' he said. But that ends today, today I will defeat you and become the real thing!