Ch-38

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we enter the main site of the competition," a man in a black tuxedo spoke with a microphone attached to his mouth, his hands spread apart to exaggerate his words.

"The Land of Iron Championship, the victory shall be crowned as the best talent in all of the Land of Iron."

multiple dances were going on in the back, the wind fluttering his clothes; he held back a grin and spoke loudly to the jam-packed arena.

"Let the competition begin!".

With that, he stood aside as the arena doors opened. The arena was a circular-sized area with multiple stands around it, similar to a basketball field.

Except for being smaller and white and gold in color, it was clearly shaking with all the cheers that the crowd was making.

The man spoke once again, "From the right comes the man known as the fastest man in all of our land." He pointed his finger to the open door. "Known as just a black flash amongst his opponents, his sword knows no competitors.".

He shouted with a maniac smile on his face, "Please welcome the dragon of agility, Sora Takeshi."

A dark-haired man walked into the arena, his figure nimble and his gait light; it was as if the man was born to be a ninja...ironic considering the world they live in.

His long black hair was tightly wrapped, his back holding two curved swords on them.

The man in the tuxedo then moved to the other side of the arena.

"From lands far from here, the one who defeated the mighty dragon of strength, his silhouette invokes fear in those who face him.".

He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Please welcome the white monster, Kagami Hatake.".

Cheers rang aloud among the arena; their eyes were glued on the man whose rumors they had been hearing for some days.

He walked outside the gate, his steps measured but direct; his eyes didn't leave his opponent, and his katana followed his every step.

His white hair, long enough to be tied in a ponytail, was spread apart, hanging loosely by his shoulder.

Both of them walked in the middle of the arena as tension spiked.

It was time to see whose blade is mightier.

....

In the VIP stands

Mokama was sitting next to Shisui, his noble and expensive garments hanging loosely on his large frame... Shisui, on the other hand, was dressed in a black and red haori.

Just beside them, a brown-haired man was sitting, his eyes playfully looking at his sensei.

"Sensei, it seems your disciple has met his end," Mokama spoke, looking his father in the eye.

"Do not overestimate your friend's capabilities, Muichiro, he spoke, his voice gruff.

Shisui kept quiet, listening idly to the situation.

Muichiro huffed and turned his head towards the battle.

'We will see about that, Father ...'

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Kagami POV

Standing in front of the dragon of Agility, I understood why they called him as such; his figure exuded darkness; it was as if he would disappear if one looked away.

"I heard you are supposed to be talkative...but you seem awfully quiet? ...not scared, are you?" He spoke, mocking me.

'I suppose this one needs his ass beaten.'

"I will talk...but with my sword, I wonder if you would be able to handle it, Muichiro's lacket.".

His face hardened at my exclamation, "I am no one's lackey," he spoke to save his indignation.

"That's what all lackeys say, Mr. Lackey," I spoke while smirking at him. "I wonder if your master Muichiro will be happy with you saying such rubbish.".

His face contorted into rage, "I will kill you.".

A serious voice beckoned from the side, "Both of you, quiet down." The samurai in charge looked upwards.

I moved my head to look upwards as well... The moment I did, my senses went into full alert; it was as if I was staring at a massive beast.

It felt as if I could feel the breath of the massive tiger on my neck.

However, the next second, the pressure resided... The man was sitting on a throne on the highest seat possible here.

'Mifune'

That pressure wasn't so nice... I wonder whether I should change sides.

'I gave my word, and I wouldn't back on it.'.

The man, Mifune, spoke loudly using chakra, his words starting the deadly match.

"begin"

The very next second, Sora was onto me, his figure blurred only to reappear on my right.

'quick slash'

My sword went up to meet his; however, his dual curved swords helped him exert more strength in his stance.

'fast Kata.'.

I mentally visualized my next set of attacks and was on him.

flickering to meet his sword in the far end of the arena....I saw him match my speed, our swords interlocked with the same ferocity.

He could use multiple angles with his dual swords, but I only needed one clean parry to dodge them.

'Dual wielding makes you far more predictable.'.

This was basic in any sword fight, while a master at dual wielding could indeed wield it at terrifying angles; however, Sora and I were in a deadlock, neither of our sides having any advantages over the other.

'He seems to have a similar technique to the body flicker.'.

I continued testing the limits of this man, my body flickering at one side and then onto another; chakra rushed in my body like lava.

Transitioning between different moves was taxing; however, Sora's reaction made it worth it.

"First time someone could match your speed, huh?" I spoke, my smile widening.

I could see his eyes growing larger at my remark; he upped his momentum, his figure once again growing into a back silhouette.

'Two can play that game.'

I let my chakra flow even faster, turning into a mirage, something akin to a white flash.

The crowds had gone silent, normal civilians could only gawk at the black and white lightening intertwining in between.

I once again attacked him with a fast slash, to which he replied with a parry and a slash from his other sword.

He smiled, looking at me. "I can do this all day."

I looked at him weird; it felt as if I should know where this statement came from, but I shook my feelings and focused.

'I need to make a statement if I have any hopes of helping Gizmo.'.

and a statement means overpowering.

I let myself focus once again on the man, my mind concentrating, trying to find those minuscule patterns that make up his style.

'To counterattack, I need to find the weakness of his style.'.

Fighting for a few more minutes, I stopped attacking him, choosing only to defend from his attacks.

My chakra also slowed down, saving it for future purposes.

'He uses one sword for defense and another for offense.'

That much I could foresee from the start; his patterns were pretty evident. I could also tell that he had trouble changing directions in a fight.

'Dual wielding reduced the flexibility of the sword; the defense-offense combo might be covering for it; however, it still has gaps.'

gaps that I was going to exploit.

"What? Can't fight anymore; don't tell me that all your arrogance was only held by this little strength," he spoke, taunting me in the middle of the battle.

I stayed silent; men talk with swords after all.

'Fast slash to the defense side.' I attack him with my sword that he chose to defend to.

The very next second my foot was on his solar plexus, my front kick connecting with his unguarded middle.

"I am not a samurai kid."

He flew back with the force of my attack... I followed him midair, choosing to attack his offensive side.

He chose to defend my attack.

'predictable'

The very next second, my kick connected with his liver. A roundhouse kick had already dealt a huge amount of damage.

Saliva spewed out of his mouth as he was ragdolled to the edge of the arena.

The crowd grew silent at my ferocity.

'Kicks are your nemesis, Sora...' I thought while looking at his downed form.

"I won't," he spoke with haggard breath as he tried to get up. "I won't let you win so easily. Fight me like a samurai, you—"

Mid-speech, he suddenly held his liver, the pain now spreading throughout his body.

"Arghh!" he shouted as he crumpled to the ground, clutching his side.

The samurai quickly came to inspect Sora; after a few seconds of him not getting up, he spoke.

"winner, Kagami Hatake.".

The next second loud cheers rang among the arena; the whole ground was shaking as they called my name.

I could make out some boos, but most were men and family cheering at the unforgiving victory that I earned.

Looking at the VIP stands, I saw Muichiro's shocked face... Pointing at him, I spoke, "You are next.".

And it seems he understood.

'I won.'

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