The Perfect Dose
The fight begins in the arena, with the crowd roaring in excitement. Ren Fuuji, a
Without wasting a moment, Rajin dashes forward with incredible speed, attempting to land a powerful punch. Ren sidesteps effortlessly, their movements fluid and precise.
"Wait," Ren says, raising a hand. "Before we continue, allow me to introduce myself. It's only proper, as a scientist, to ensure formalities are maintained."
Rajin groans, clearly bored. "Just get it over with already," he mutters, the sparks around him crackling louder.
Ren adjusts their glasses with an air of confidence. "I am Ren Fuuji, the greatest scientist you'll ever meet. My sole reason for participating in this tournament is the prize money, which I will generously reinvest into my research."
Rajin scowls. "The prize money? That's all you care about? You're disrespecting the entire purpose of this tournament." His voice is filled with disdain, and his hand tightens around the hilt of his nagikiba. "You'll regret that."
With a flash, Rajin draws his nagikiba and dashes at Ren with blinding speed. His first few slashes are met with swift parries from Ren, who remains calm under pressure. Sparks fly as blade meets blade, the intensity of the fight rapidly increasing.
Seeing an opportunity, Rajin leaps back and raises his sword high. "First Art: Thunderstorm!" he shouts. Lightning arcs through the sky, and a torrential downpour of electricity rains down, striking the ground with devastating force. The terrain is obliterated, rubble scattering everywhere.
Ren, unfazed, attempts to stab Rajin amidst the chaos, but as their blade closes in, they find themselves suddenly transported behind him. Before they can react, Rajin delivers a powerful kick to their midsection. "Second Art: Lightning Kick!" he announces, sending Ren flying across the arena.
Ren coughs, clutching their side as they stand back up. "Fascinating," they mutter, brushing off the dust. "That must be your signature move, right? Some sort of teleportation?"
Rajin smirks. "It's called Spark Swap. I can switch places with anything at the speed of light."
Ren's swirly eyes glint with intrigue. "Impressive. But let's see how you handle this."
A thick, ominous gas begins to seep from Ren's body, swirling around the arena. Rajin, caught off guard, breathes it in before he can react. Instantly, his movements slow, his muscles refusing to respond. He stumbles, struggling to stay upright.
Ren laughs, their voice taking on a maniacal edge. "You see, Rajin, every part of my body has been meticulously engineered to function as a chemical weapon. It's the culmination of years of research and dedication. I've turned myself into the ultimate scientist's masterpiece."
Rajin grits his teeth, electricity flickering weakly around him. "A poison... user," he mutters, his voice strained.
Ren steps closer, relishing their apparent victory. "Ah, I see the paralysis is setting in nicely. You should be grateful to witness the pinnacle of scientific achievement."
But then, to Ren's shock, Rajin begins to stand. The electricity around him grows brighter, crackling more fiercely than before. Ren's swirly eyes narrow in curiosity. "How are you... still moving? That dosage should have left you completely incapacitated."
Rajin straightens, his breathing ragged but determined. "Simple," he says, his voice steadying. "I used my Thundercall to speed up the production of antibodies in my body. Your poison doesn't stand a chance."
Ren blinks. "That doesn't even make sense."
Rajin shrugs. "Doesn't have to. Now, take this!"
With a roar, he summons a massive bolt of lightning and hurls it directly at Ren. The attack connects, sending the scientist tumbling across the arena, smoke rising from their scorched lab coat. The crowd erupts in cheers as the fight rages on, both combatants refusing to back down.