Kurt looks at my sword with a cold expression.
“Do you intend to fight with that sword?”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“By all appearances, it doesn’t appear to be a demon sword. I don’t feel like fighting against an opponent who’s only using a block of tal that doesn’t allow magic.”
“Fumu. How about this then?”
I draw a magic formation on the sword and cast Arms Strengthening is hiding . Even in the age of myths, the people that could see through this were few in number so I’m sure the mazoku of now will not be able to see through it.
Without proof, they can’t call foul and with lheys being in the unification faction they can’t push it too much or they risk a situation reversal.
“………Oi, the watchn aren’t calling foul…….”
“So there’s no magic being used……..?”
“That sword…….. At first glance you can’t feel any magic from it but…… is it equal to Eishas?”
The thickness of the blade in front of increases as the water flow seems to beco more intense.
Kurt throws all of his magic power into Eishas but the sword in my hand doesn’t move an inch and seems to be taking is leisurely.
“…..How……to a sword without any magic……?”
“Certainly, it has no magic power.” I put strength in my arm and strongly push Kurt back. “But the thoughts of my father are packed into this blade. Don’t think you can break this blade that my father put all his heart into.”
“……What a foolish thing to say……”
I grin and start to provoke Kurt
“Don’t you understand it Kurt? A sword lovingly forged by a master craftsman has sothing different to magic.”
I swing my sword and Kurt is easily overpowered and thrown away.
He quickly thrust Eishas into the ground and barely managed a defensive fall.
“……What was that…….?”
“A sword of the heart………? A sword strengthened by desires……does such a thing exist?”
“Impossible. It should be impossible but how else can you explain it?”
“A phenonon that can only be said as impossible is taking place right in front of our eyes…….!”
“……A sword not inferior to Eishas can be forged by a true master craftsman…….!? Who’s the father of that fellow!?”
Fumu. It seems to have worked well.
“Apparently I need to get serious.”
Kurt turned a gaze that was now filled with excitent my way.
“I wanted to keep this secret until the finals but let show it now. This body that I dedicated to the sword and the land I finally arrived at. This swordsmanship. The essence of Kurt swordsmanship—”
The blade of Eishas disappears and all Kurt is left holding is the hilt.
“Fumu. This looks a bit interesting, however.”
“Kurt style swordsmanship secret move—”
Kurt puts his centre of gravity on one leg but at that mont his entire body was cut by countless sword flashes.
“….Wha……gah……”
He falls to his knees without knowing whats happened.
Kurt shoves Eishas in the ground and tries to stand back up using it as a cane.
“Any second now.”
Eishas shatters into pieces and Kurt falls flat on his face onto the stone ground before attempting to crawl towards the pieces of his demon sword.
“…..Wh…….what……happened…….? I…..lost……..?”
Kurt still doesn’t seem to understand what happened.
It was nothing special. I simply walked leisurely towards him and slowly slashed him a few tis with my sword.
“……This is impossible………! I don’t care if the sword was made by a true master, that Kurt was taken down in less than a minute……!”
“In the last tournant, Kurt didn’t receive a single wound the entire ti……”
“Kurt’s over 300 years old now. Where’d the terrible strength I ca to see go…..?”(1)
“….He didn’t even get a chance to show off his secret move……..Their stats are too different.”
“What’s with that? Isn’t that fellow just a student at Deruzogeddo? Who is he!?”
Puzzled voices are now coming from the audience seats.
“Fumu. Damn it…….. I should have waited to see what his secret move was.”
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