Upon seeing this, Yusei's eyes shifted, his powerful Ocular Power controlling the girl's body.
He didn't have time to waste on the girl, as he still had Susanoo waiting for him with the History Compilation Committee.
He forcibly began making the girl undo her own clothes, but didn't completely hypnotize her consciousness.
Simply put, she was aware of what she was doing but unable to stop it.
"You... what are you doing?!" Discovering her hands were moving against her will, Yuri finally panicked.
The Miko's blouse was already undone.
"Haven't I already said what I'm doing? One last chance. Help me willingly, or shall I force you to go streaking? I'm sure you don't want your photos posted all over the Japanese internet, do you?"
Yuri bit her lip tightly. Fear, shame, and anger were all present on her face, an expression of intense internal conflict. Her small hands gripped the hem of her clothes, clenching tightly.
Finally, she compromised, for the sake of her own reputation. Her voice choked with sobs, she said,
"Alright, I... I'll help you."
Yusei released his control over her and went to sit on a large tree nearby. Watching Yuri, he reminded her,
"I'll be right here waiting. I hope you don't dawdle. If I suspect you're stalling for time, I really will make you go streaking. Don't doubt my resolve."
Yusei's words were cold.
It was hard to imagine he could threaten a young girl with such cruel conditions.
But, these were extraordinary circumstances, requiring extraordinary methods.
With the Mangekyo Sharingan, the Susanoo Armor, and the Futsu no Mitama, these powers gave him the ability to protect himself. But it was far from enough to dominate this world.
Therefore, he urgently needed greater strength.
Until he obtained that greater power, everything else could be postponed.
Moreover, aside from sharing the same hair color as Asuna, this girl had no other connection to him.
Not to mention, this girl had tricked him before, leading him into an ambush at the mountains outside Tokyo.
By both reason and principle, Yusei had no reason to show this Miko any kindness.
If he had to name one, it would be her exceptional talent for summoning Heretic Gods?
Faced with Yusei's threat and his watchful gaze from behind, Yuri didn't doubt for a second that if she tried anything, Yusei would force her to go streaking.
So, she didn't dare act out of line and could only focus on preparing the summoning.
For a Miko, summoning a Heretic God carried certain dangers, but not overwhelmingly so.
Especially when possessing a dedicated medium, summoning a Heretic God was actually quite easy.
Yuri quickly inscribed the necessary incantations for the summoning ritual around the perimeter.
Chanting unknown incantations, she began.
Yusei wasn't particularly interested in these details, but he became intrigued by the changes occurring.
The originally quiet night was now filled with the rumble of distant thunder in the sky.
'This method of appearance fit the title of Thunder God quite well.'
Listening to the increasingly dense thunderclaps, Yusei grew interested. He stood up, excitedly watching the pitch-black sky.
Being in Shikoku, in a remote mountain area, and at night, the commotion caused was still relatively minor.
The sound of thunder wasn't strange, as mountains had plenty of rainy days.
Outside the ritual circle, Yuri's pretty face was covered in sweat as she chanted the incantations with her eyes closed.
Suddenly, her eyes snapped open, her voice heavy with exhaustion.
"He's coming!"
The moment she spoke, a massive bolt of lightning struck Futsu no Mitama at the center of the ritual. For a moment, white light illuminated the dark mountains.
When the light faded, a warrior clad in ancient-looking armor stood within the ritual circle, gripping Futsu no Mitama.
His build was similar to a normal person's, his face expressionless and quite handsome.
Yusei looked at the appeared Heretic God and asked, "Are you Takemikazuchi?"
"Hm?" Hearing the voice, Takemikazuchi's gaze fell upon Yusei.
"Human... was it you who summoned me to this world?"
"Yes," Yusei replied with a smile.
"Then, for what purpose?" Takemikazuchi's expression was calm, showing no excitement at having escaped the divine realm.
This surprised Yusei.
After all, when Heretic Gods descend, they are either shouting and causing havoc or seeking to re-establish their divine kingdoms... In short, they are disruptors of modern social order.
A Heretic God as 'Buddha-like' as the one before him was extremely rare.
But hearing Takemikazuchi's question, Yusei answered truthfully.
"Nothing much. I just want to borrow your power."
"Oh? A Campione? No, you don't seem like one. I understand. You wish to obtain my power and become a Campione?"
Takemikazuchi showed not a trace of anger. His face remained calm as he spoke.
"I am the God of Thunder, and also the God of War, presiding over swords, archery, and other martial arts. Therefore, I seek only one thing: a worthy defeat. If you can defeat me today, what harm is there in giving you this power?"
"All I seek is a satisfying, intense battle."
Yusei nodded, praising, "An admirable will. Then let us have a proper battle!"
This battle didn't produce any earth-shattering noises.
The fight was unexpected. At least, it was unexpected for Yuri.
She had originally thought this battle would be like the last one, a massive fight with Susanoo destroying the entire mountains.
But she never expected it to be a pure contest between martial artists.
No Authority of Thunder, no giant Susanoo Armor. Only the clash of sword techniques and martial skills.
As the God of Swords and Archery, Takemikazuchi was undoubtedly a master of martial arts.
Therefore, during the battle, he didn't use his most famous Thunder Authority at all. He only engaged Yusei in a contest of martial skill.
And Yusei was happy to oblige.
The battle lasted until the next morning.
As the sun rose, looking at his own disemboweled and scattered body, Takemikazuchi suddenly laughed.
"Superb sword technique. What was that final move called?"
"Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu Ultimate Technique: Amakakeru Ryu no Hirameki, Second Stage." Yusei panted heavily, his hand trembling as he gripped Futsu no Mitama, barely able to hold the sword.
Takemikazuchi showed a satisfied smile, displaying no anger whatsoever at his defeat.
"Truly a satisfying battle. The one truly worthy of the title [God of Swords] should be you."
"As the prize for defeating me, I entrust this power to you. Continue to hone your sword skills. They are so... impressive..."