Unlimited Blade Works, This Body is Made of Swords

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The poison reminded Yuto of the Hydra from Greek myth. Its venom brought down the mighty Heracles. As the shield teetered on the brink of collapse under Kishimojin's assault, Yuto took a deep breath, his mind settling into an eerie calm.

With a low chant, the air thrummed with magic. An invisible hurricane whipped around him, mana swirling like blue lightning across his body.

"I am the bone of my sword."

"Steel is my body, and fire is my blood."

His magic circuits blazed to life.

"I have created over a thousand blades."

A shrieking wind tore through the heavens.

"Unaware of loss…"

"Nor aware of gain."

"Withstood Pain to create Weapons, Waiting for one's Arrival."

"I have no Regrets. This is the only Path."

"My whole life was—"

Mana surged like a tidal wave.

"My Unlimited Blade Works!"

As the final words of the incantation rang out, an overwhelming torrent of magic erupted, shredding the world around him—cracking the sky and shattering the earth. 

Boom!

 In the blink of an eye, reality shifted.

The world stretched into a boundless wasteland. Swords littered the barren ground with time frozen in an eternal dusk beneath a swirling, crimson sky. Flames flickered along the horizon, while massive gears groaned in the darkened heavens above. This was a realm of blades.

"What… what is that?"

"A domain like this…..it's inhuman!"

Even Geto and the twins, perched high above on their pelican curse spirit, were forced to flee the sprawling reach of the bounded field. But what truly staggered them was its duality: one half a blood-red graveyard of swords, the other a pitch-black wasteland where gears hung motionless in the scarlet sky.

"Every one of those swords could pose a threat to me."Geto muttered, his usual calm fracturing. This boy defied all logic—could he even stand against him?

"Broken Phantasm!"

Countless Noble Phantasms rose into the air, their auras intertwining, hovering like the Sword of Damocles. If so many of these were to descend, it would reduce the earth to a cratered ruin, as if bombarded by a meteor shower. Survival seemed unthinkable. With a flick of Yuto's hand, the arsenal plummeted.

Boom, boom, boom! 

Explosions tore through the wasteland, a relentless storm of steel. Geto and the twins watched, dumbfounded. Faced with the terrifying attack, none of the three had confidence to escape from the rain of swords.

"If I were down there, even with Cursed Spirit Manipulation, I'd need a thousand spirits just to barely carve out a chance to escape," Geto said, his voice grim. "And this place… you can't just run from it."

Buzz, buzz, buzz!! 

The Noble Phantasms rained down like thunder, each strike shattering the ground. Kishimojin weathered hundreds of blows, her spiritual form fraying under the barrage.

"AAAAAAHHH!!!"

Kishimojin's final, furious roar reverberated as her towering form crumbled into a swirling mass of black mist. The space shuddered, her Innate Domain fracturing to reveal a starry night sky beyond.

"What the hell happened out here?!"

"The ground's collapsed, and the forest is gone?!"

Yuto stepped out of the bounded field, only to hear two stunned voices behind him. Turning, he saw Mei hauling two massive stone arms and little Yoayoi shouldering a stone leg, both gaping at the flattened landscape in disbelief. Yukino and Trimmau following behind them.

Gulp… They swallowed hard, staring at Yuto as if he were some eldritch horror. 'Had he really done this alone?'

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