After a brief mont of clashing equally in a sword duel, both separated, moving backward while keeping a mile gap between them. Both of them were panting, gasping for air, and eyeing each other.
"Nice sword skills! Damien, who do you learn such a level of sword skills from? I will not lie. I've been sharpening my sword for centuries," Captain Roland spoke, "considering I was born among the sword freaks of the Hunter family. Considering my age with you, I openly admit that I lost to you in terms of sword skill."
"That question is a little personal. But, I feel like answering your question. Have you ever heard of the na Otsuka Kemino, the Director Of the Oragoan Institute Of Technology And Space Research? And you are not gonna like to know his real identity," Bobby replied while caressing the dented edge of his dull-looking black Katana.
"Otsuka Kemino... Um, this na kind of rang a bell to , especially the Japanese Surna Otsuka. Is he related to the Otsuka Village Of Ninja Clan of the east which was wiped out mysteriously within a midnight long ti ago?" Roland asked as his eyes shined with interest radiating from them.
'O! Sothing like that had happened to my Sensei in the past. Maybe that was the reason he was so moody and dull sotis. Then I better dig more information from this man.' Bobby pondered and then he asked, "Captain Rolland, what happened to the Otsuka Village Ninja Clan? Can you tell more about what happened? And who is behind that? If you can answer, I like, then I'll tell the real identity of my master that I'm aware of,"
"Few people knew about the real Culprit. But I know for sure that it was the handwork of that sacred group– The Dark Soul Reaper Society!" Rolland responded.
"The Dark Soul Reaper Society?" Bobby repeated the words with a big question mark behind his words.
Rolland replied, "Yes, they are the most heinous band of rciless Killers ford infesting behind all the massacre in the history of Earth and now spreading their handiwork to all across the colonies of Earth. Maybe beyond. They are ford from a group of insane people cast out from the Six Olden families for committing heinous cris that were even erased from the history books of the Six Olden families to hide their dirty deeds and safeguard the reputation of the families. Otsuka Clan was one good example."
Then he further explained, "Actually, Otsuka Ninja Clan was affiliated with my master, a proud Protector family's leader. So, now tell . What is the real identity of your master?"
"The Butler of the Carver Family, or more like the royal family of the Vampire Family," Bobby said.
On hearing that, Rolland started laughing, and he said, "Hahaha, now I understand. Why does your sword skill resemble my Master's? No doubt, the Carver family rescued a child that night. I thought it was just a rumor. Now it's all coming to sense." Then he unsheathed his two katanas and turned around.
But the next instant, Bobby appeared just behind him and hacked with his black katana.
"Hey, are you chickening out now?" he asked.
"Damien, I like your attitude. And also, you are the disciple of the one I ought to protect. So, I don't have any reason to fight with you. Just leave," Rolland said and then he was about to fly toward the Black Ship floating in the air.
"Not a chance! I've already planned to take your life. So, fight ," Damien said in a calm but regal tone.
"Damien, you're a big shot considering your achievent and your young age. But, it's just a pipe dream if you wish to kill . I have already seen your fights and you're still a thousand years early to say those tough words. So just go and be careful, since you killed so of our Hunter family mbers, a lot stronger people will be coming to take your life." Rolland said and he continued flying toward the ship.
But suddenly a thick white lightning beam shot toward him and he blocked it briskly by drawing his one katana and cutting it.
Bang!
Still, the explosion forced him to move back a couple of fifty minutes before he regained his footing in the air. Then he yelled, "What's wrong with you? Don't you hear ? I'm not fighting you, brat!"
"Hmm, fair enough! Then what about this? Since you are so kind, then I promise I'll not kill you. Despite that, sothing caught my eyes earlier," Bobby then gazed toward the black ship. Maybe he was either starting about the ship or the lady warrior on the ship.
"You want my ship? Hell no!" Rolland denied it strongly with a frown. "Alright, then, do you have sothing worth betting with my flying ship?"
"Yes," Bobby then took out a Purple Beast Ball from inside the one hanging from his neck and started playing with it, tossing it up and catching it repeatedly.
"Ah, a Chaos Spatial Beast's Eye! That too a Purple one." Rolland exclaid in total disbelief.
"Captain, I will bet this for your ship. And I believe considering the market value, my Spatial Beast Eye is over ten tis more valuable than this ship made from black lumber. If I lose then you can have this and vice versa. What do you say? Are you ready for the challenge?" Bobby suggested, with a smile that was concealing his sche deep within it.
Captain Rolland thought, 'Whatever! I can easily defeat this kid considering the amount of energy within his body. And I could have that precious thing that is not even available for sale in any place.'
He harrumphed, clearing his throat, and said, "Ahem-ahem! Alright, let's have a proper duel. But kiddo, don't you go back on your words after losing, okay?"
"Then what are you waiting for? Lightning slash!" Bobby said and made a slashing motion in the air, not in the direction where Captain Rolland was standing.
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