Clash of flames and tides

Hazan narrowed his eyes as he studied Haru, his posture relaxed but his presence unwavering. The battlefield crackled with the lingering heat of their power.

"So, what made you think I’m not an S-rank?" Hazan asked, tilting his head slightly.

Haru smirked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Just a whim. Well, are you not?"

Hazan chuckled softly, the flames around his fists flickering with newfound intensity. "Sorry to break it to you—I am."

An otherworldly grin spread across Haru’s face, his heart pounding, not with fear but with pure exhilaration.

"Now you’re making it interesting. Now it’ll be fun."

His wild laughter erupted into the air. Then, without hesitation, he tossed his sword aside, the metal clattering against the scorched ground. His stance shifted—feet firmly planted, hands raised in front of his face. A true martial artist’s stance.

Then, he moved.

"Blaze Surge!"