“Let’s go Arnos.”
Ray aims the tip of Initeio at and kicks the ground.
Like an arrow, Ray shoots straight towards and stabs at my throat.
“Slow.”
I push my sword against the tip of the incoming Initeio.
Against a sword that can cut magic Hiding Magic and Arms Strengthening so I’m not disqualified but the bracelet keeps absorbing my power.
Ray can’t use his left arm and can’t take my sword on directly either.
Our handicaps are probably about even.
I can’t say either of our hearts are content with this but at least we don’t have to worry about the disadvantages.
“I can’t believe it……..that sword. It can fight evenly with Initeio…..!”
“Initeio slashes magical techniques and it should sever any magic applied to swords as well……! In fact the other demon swords he fought against all broke. What’s going on……….?!” ”
“……Perhaps because its a sword without magic Initeio is ineffective………?”
“Idiot! If it’s just a plain tal sword it would break on the first strike……….!”
“…….Perhaps it’s true then…….”
“…..A sword of the heart forged by a true master craftsman…….”
“…….How’s it different to magic power……..?”
Irrelevant words flew about from the seating area.
The battle between and Ray is intense. I doubt more than a few people can accurately grasp whats going on.
“Are they going for an endurance match?”
Ray parries my blade again. Because he’s watching out for trying to grab Initeio he’s on the defensive.
“I won’t take advantage of your handicap. If I stall for ti it’s going along with the expectations of the royal faction.”
“I don’t care. No matter how much power is absorbed there’s no problem. Think more about winning than .”
I forcibly cut down the distance between us as Ray is trying for a quick ti out.
At that mont Initeio flashes.
“Of course that’s my intention……!”
Ray’s blade turned into a fierce attack and went straight for my left hand.
“Naive.”
I try to catch Initeio again but its path changes to my left arm so I stiffen my muscles and ready my sword.
Fresh blood scatters.
Ray cuts my left arm and I pierced Ray’s shoulder.
“Haa……..!”
Ray spins around and adding rotational power to his thrust Initeio reaches right down to the bone.
“I failed. I thought I’d found a chink in your defence.”
I flicked my sword but due to his posture, Ray couldn’t fully avoid it. My blade grazed his neck causing fresh blood to scatter.
No, I’m wrong. With his usual cool face, he had dodged all he wanted to. He could have fully avoided it but chose not to.
Initeio draws more blood from my left arm and I swung again drawing blood this ti from Ray’s waist.
“You can’t beat in a contest of endurance.”
“I won’t know unless I try.”
We slash at each other’s bodies again. Compared to our previous matches our wounds increase with each blow.
at and bones are cut. That is what Ray is trying on .
We keep slashing at each other while avoiding any fatal wounds.
Every mont our wounds increase and more of our blood flows but we were laughing.
“As expected Ray. From our last fight I knew this was sothing we’d have to do again.”
“You too Arnos. I thought you might have exceeded your power from that fight but you hadn’t actually shown your full power.”
There’s no grudge between us and neither of us want honour.
It’s just fun.
Swinging our blades, crossing swords and shedding blood. It was all pleasure for us.
Ray seems to feel respect for my bottomless power that he has never seen the end of no matter how much he pushes and I am pleased with the frightening talent of Ray who surpasses his old self every mont he fights.
I don’t care about the royal faction, the sword tournant or even Avos Dillheavia. I’m only concerned with dancing brilliantly in this majestic sword fight.
Longer and longer the battle carries on. The audience can no longer speak and watch our battle breathlessly.
Half an hour passes and then an hour we still fight on.
Probably one thing that and Ray are both hoping for is that this fight goes on forever.
With that said, the end is coming and we both know it.
“……Ku………”
My blow slashes Ray’s right leg causing him to fall to his knees and in exchange, I received a severe wound to my left arm.
“Fumu. I can barely move my arm.”
Ray slowly rises up using his sword as a cane.
“It’s over Ray. I had fun.”
“That’s true. This is the end for as well.”
Holding our swords we step forward at the sa ti.
Ray aims at my left arm.
Is he still after that bracelet?
My aim is one thing only.
The mont our swords enter each other’s spaces
“………Ray……….!”
A voice rang out.
Her figure appears at the edge of our vision.
Alongside Misa at the entrance to the centre seats is Ray’s mother Sheila.
“……Arnos……..!!”
In Ray’s hand, Initeio glitters.
I forcibly raise my numb arm to avoid it but the demon sword suddenly changes its direction and cuts my left arm off.
The timing was perfect. Perfect swordsmanship aid at the gap when my breathing and muscles relaxed after an attack.
My arm flew through the air and Ray stares at it. Was that his aim from the beginning?
“Taking my arm is a huge achievent Ray.”
Ray slashes at the bracelet attached to my severed arm faster than when he was attacking but I thrust out my sword and Ray imdiately blocks it with his sword.
“But this is my win.”
The mont the tip of my sword touches Initeio I strengthen and push with all my strength.
Just then a huge magic circle erges from the arena and quickly deploys so type of magic.
This is—?
“……Kaa…….a………”
Initeio breaks in half and my sword pierces Ray’s chest.
“………As expected from Arnos………..This ti I thought I’d won……..”
Smiling with satisfaction Ray pulls himself off my sword and falls onto his back.
There’s no cheers.
That magic circle that appeared was Dinsional Prison . The place we were standing had been isolated from the rest of Deruzogedo and sent to another dinsion.
“I’ve been waiting for this mont for many years.”
A hoarse voice rings out.
“At last I can finally get rid of you.”
An old man with a white beard appeared.
One of the old seven demon emperors lheys Boran.
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(1) I changed the na from imbibing to absorption.
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