[center][color=7bcdc8][b][h2]Claudius Caligula Westerson[/h2][/b][/color]
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[@Fonniku] [@Ryougu][/center]

Two points pierce the world. A strange angry girl had attempted to attack him on her way out; however, she was a fool. 

A truly foolish fool. 

A peerless fool in her foolishness. 

The reason was simple: she had attempted to attack a main character, she had attempted to defy an absolute fate that lay gilded beyond absolute fate itself. 

Two attacks. One at the face, one at the Profound Weakness of all men. And yet, Claudius made no effort to dodge, to block, to retaliate. The reason for this became obvious when the strange girl's blows made contact with their target.

Hard. It was harder than it should have been. The strike against his bandana-covered face and the strike against his crotch had not hit their mark, but rather had been stopped by something, the strange girl's attacks only resulting in her potentially injuring herself, depending on how much force was behind those very assaults. 

Was it forcefield magic? No, no, there was no indication that magic was used, none of its reek upon the man before her. The truth was something far more powerful, something had perfectly recreated magic without an incantation and without magical energy. 

[color=7bcdc8]"Gahaha! My E-Rank Barrier Generation Claudiuscrafts have succeeded yet again!"[/color]

He had literally been wearing a metal facemask and a metal groin protector beneath his bandana and pants, respectively. 

Behold, the transcendent might of Claudius Caligula Westerson.

...

Oh. Another strange girl was talking now as well. 

Eh, he'd ignore her. She looked like an NPC at any rate. She was probably a bum, too. 

[color=7bcdc8]"...wait, I should design a D-Rank Homeless Individual Detection Claudiuscraft."[/color]

Already, the mind of the main character had moved on to more important matters.