That moment he ripped off the blindfold? Chills. The way his eyes glowed red while everyone else froze in fear—chef's kiss. She's kneeling, bleeding, but still gripping that sword like her life depends on it (it probably does). And then bam—sweeping guy shows up with a broom? In Weak Nobody? True Swrodsman!, even janitors have plot armor. The tension between the crimson-robed dude and the pink-dress warrior is simmering like a pot about to boil over. You can feel the betrayal, the power shift, the unspoken history. And that final shot of the broom-wielder glowing with energy? Yeah, he's not just cleaning floors—he's cleaning house.