CH-39

"Our next fight is the one you all have been waiting for." His black tuxedo glistened in the morning sun.

He spoke, "From the right, the most talented woman in all of our lands, the destroyer of forces, the copycat herself."

He shouted, "The dragon of cunning, Misachi Suza."

A woman walked out of the long gates surrounding the arena; her blue hair fluttered in the strong winds, her blue, tight-fitting tank top outlining her body, her abs hardened like a rock.

Her sword hung from her thin waist.

Her cyan blue eyes awaited her opponent; it seemed she was fully concentrating on the battle of today.

I myself was just sitting in the VIP stands with Shisui; the boy was appreciating my performance, and compliments were something I liked to hear, so I didn't stop him.

The man spoke once again, "From the left, coming the destroyer of the land of iron, the disciple and son of the great Mokama, it is said he has never lost a single duel in his life."

He spread apart his legs and shouted, "Welcome, the supreme dragon, Muichiro Tika.".

From the left, a man walked out, his gait showing complete disregard for his opponent as he didn't even look her in the eye.

Waving at the feral crowd, he smiled, his figure then suddenly blurred, only to find himself two meters away from Misachi.

'This bastard and his habit of showing off,' Misachi thought.

She turned towards the crowd and waved as well. Turning back to Muichiro, she smiled with a tick on her forehead.

"Begin," Mifune spoke from the side.

Misachi was the first to attack, as she blurred from her end onto Muichiro.

Her sword flowing with chakra, it glowed blue as it came upon him with unimaginable strength.

Muichiro unsheathed his sword at the last second; his hands blurred, and the next second, Misachi was on a completely different trajectory.

'This fucker,' she thought as her sword completely missed him.

To her, it seemed as if Muichiro was keen on making fun of her.

She attacks once again, her sword flowing in a downward trajectory.

Muichiro turned to redirect it once again; however, at the very last second, he realized it was a feint and barely blocked the swing.

"Your sword style requires prediction, Muichiro; feints are your nemesis, and I have perfected it now," she spoke while smiling at her opponent.

Muichiro smiled and pulled his tongue at her, "You seem very cunning to grasp the obvious.".

He continued, "How about we start fighting for real?".

The very next second, water converged around him, his figure blurred as he rushed to attack Misachi.

She tried to create distance, but he remained persistent.

'Wasn't his style a counterattacking one? Why is he on the offense now?' she thought as she barely blocked one of his mighty swings.

the force behind the attack, making her wrist flinch.

'At this rate, he will break my hand.'.

She hardened her face and continued with the feinting strategy.

However, before she could begin, a small puddle of water formed around the arena.

'He had reduced my area of movement.'.

Samurai used their change in elemental nature by affecting their surroundings; the use of the body, such as spitting water, was largely unpopular in the area.

"Ugh," she let out a pained gasp as another bull-like attack struck her sword.

She moved ahead to gain an edge in the battle...one she desperately needed; however, the puddles reduced her possibility of attacks...making it easier for Muichiro to predict her.

'After all, his style is based on prediction,' she thought...it was something she had grasped after losing to him for months on end...

at a time when he was her friend.

'Before he killed his brother and became a maniac...'.

Her brain suddenly flashed an image of a sweet boy, giving her advice about the sword.

'He was the one who made me understand the sword' ...she thought...

However, Tokichiro is dead, and it was her duty to avenge him.

She pushed through the pain and overloaded her body with chakra.

"Marama's technique, huh?" Muichiro spoke, looking uninterested in the battle.

'Nothing you haven't used in the past,' he thought.

Misachi blurred from her place and was onto him in a second.

'And Sora's technique as well,' he thought.

'You managed to somehow replicate a portion of their strengths, huh? I am proud of you, Misachi,' he thought.

However, the words coming out of his mouth were way different: "Such measly strength, and you think you can beat me?." he spoke.

His large katana swung with a mighty ton of torque; his body gracefully overturned her strongest attack.

However, at the very last second, Misachi let go of her sword. "Got you," she whispered as he took out a small dagger from her side.

'A feint, huh?' Muichiro thought.

his mind moving to a time when she used to sneak attack him all the time, her little laughter echoing in the background.

'Sorry, Misachi, even though you are like a sister to me...I have to follow through with Lord Higarashi's order.'.

Before her dagger could pierce his stomach, his kick connected with Misachi's unguarded jaw. The force of it shook her brain, cutting her consciousness.

She fell to the ground, blacked out, and defeated.

"The winner is Muichiro Tika," the samurai bellowed.

Medics came and took away Misachi.

'Had to take a page out of your book, Kagami; she had taken me by surprise after all.'.

Looking in the direction of where the white-haired man was sitting, worried.

Muichiro spoke, "Let's meet in the finals."

....

Kagami POV,

Seeing Misachi get her head rocked worried me to the ground... I might have known her a few days; however, I could instantly feel the sincerity she had towards me.

I ignored the taunt that bastard Muichiro spoke and rushed towards Misachi.

Coming towards the medic arena, Sora was lying on a cot as well. Seeing me enter the place, he turned his head to the side.

'Bratty much.'.

I instantly scanned the room, just to find Misachi sleeping peacefully.

Making my way towards the head medic, I asked her, "Is she fine? Any injuries?".

She shook her head. "It was simply a knockout; all she needs is time to rest." She turned towards her sleeping form and spoke, "As for injuries, surprisingly, except a weak wrist, she has no cuts over her body.".

'That's impossible; with how ruthless Muichiro is, there should have been at least a cut ...'

Regardless, seeing that she was fine, I sat beside her.

The medic nodded her head and went outside the place.

Her blue strands had covered her soft face; seeing her little chest going up and down, I relaxed.

"Don't worry, Misachi, Muichiro will die today," I whispered.

Standing up, I took a step to move out of the ward before a little tug stopped me at my place.

"Don't die, please," a weak voice whispered from behind.

Looking behind me, I saw Misachi's cyan blue eyes staring deeply; she tried to get up, but her body betrayed her.

I used my hand to stabilize her, our faces inches apart.

She inched closer and kissed me on the cheek.

Turning aside, she spoke,Go win." ".

I laughed at that, 'You better wait for me,' I thought.

I placed my hand on her cheek and turned her towards me; in one single motion, I kissed her on the lips.

We stayed there for a few seconds before I parted.

"What was that for—" she tried to speak, but I cut it again with another kiss.

Parting away, I spoke, "Now, just wait for me.".

I could see the red blush that had adorned her cheeks and smiled.

She turned her head quickly to her side; seeing such an embarrassed state of hers made me laugh once again.

Winking at her, I stood up and made my way outside, not before Looking once again back at her.

Our eyes met, and a promise was made.

......

"Ladies and gentlemen, sorry for the delay; however, what is an hour to witness such a huge battle between our competitors?" the man spoke into his microphone.

An hour had passed, and both the fighters had been recuperating from their previous matches.

Loud cheers rang aloud, and performances of many kinds were done to entertain the audience.

Different nobles stood in their thrones, overlooking the arena; Lord Gizmo and Lord Hagarashi were sitting at opposite ends, both entrenched in a staring contest.

Hagarashi himself was a fit and broad man; it seemed he had some samurai training, with the regal black katana sitting beside him.

He smirked, 'Today is your end, Gizmo, both you and Muichiro.'.

"From the right, the challenger, the man who destroyed whatever obstacles lay in his path."

He shouted to the ever-feral crowd, "The white flash, Kagami Hatake.".

He spoke once again, "From the left, the man known as the strongest, his might knows no bounds, the mountain himself."

"the supreme dragon, Muichiro Tika"

The crowd went in an adrenaline boost as both Kagami and Muichiro made their way out of the stands.

Both had their hair open, their eyes locking on one another.

"Welcome to the…" He stopped to build momentum.

... and shouted, "FINALE.".

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