Fighting Spirit (The Final Barrier)

A Samurai's Resolve

While Sapphire gained a new resolve Saiken was in downtown Nikston observing the remains of Ennui. He grimaced behind his mask

"God damn demons, If she wasn't going to fight why did she go after one without backup?" Saiken gripped the handle of his sword "Why didn't you use Return to Death?" He asked, Saiken then felt a presence behind him that cut his thoughts short. Saiken, prepare for battle; a rogue spirit is releasing quite a bit of hostility Muramasa said, Saiken turned to see a rather tall African boy about his age with long black dreads that reached the middle of his back. He wore a white hoodie with a lion on his chest, and scowl that would make anyone think twice about walking near him.

"From your presence alone, I can sense you are no demon" he said with an african accent. Saiken stood up

"You would be correct, I am a fellow spirit; what brings you to this area?" the african boy took a step towards Saiken

"I could feel demons nearby, I wasn't fast enough but; I did witness your treachery" The boy raised his hands preparing to fight. Saiken shook his head

"You've got it all wrong; this is a friend of mine" The boy shook his head

"That girl has been decapitated, and you were holding your blade when I saw you" Saiken drew his sword

"Is there no way to convince you otherwise?" The boy frowned and quickly jumped forward. In the blink of an eye Saiken drew his katana at the time the boy's fist was about to slam into his face. Saiken used both hands to repel his fist but as he struggled more he felt the strength grow. In the end Saiken was launched back ten feet, he was in awe as his shoes slid on the concrete. The boy was also in shock

"Your sword must've been forged by the best of blacksmiths" Saiken smirked under his mask.

"Yes, it was and blessed by my spirit Muramasa. On the other hand I'm amazed your fists aren't damaged any. My sword is the sharpest this world has seen" The boy nodded

"I hail from Africa, in my village we believe in one another and live by the term Ubuntu. When I received my spirit all of those in Africa who believed in me gave me power, I used my abilities going from village to village gaining more believers increasing my strength" The boy raised his fist to his chest "I am the power of Africa" Saiken nodded

"I see, before we continue I would like to know the name of my opponent" The boy nodded in respect

"My name is Judah Chansa, and my spirit is Oshun" It's been a while Muramasa, who knew the spirit based on samurai could fall so low a female voice said. Saiken was at a loss of words
"A female spirit can inhabit a male host?" he asked. Judah scoffed
"Why not?" Saiken struggled to find words
"I..I....I..I mean like..." before he could finish Muramasa cut him off Silence wench, we only came here to see about my host's friend. Our innocence is as clear as our vigor. Oshun laughed You know, out of all of the second generation of our kind I hate you the most. All because Semasu created you, you have believed you are better than everyone else. I finally have the proper reason to erase you from existence. Judah nodded
"Oshun and I agree, you two must die for your treachery. I see your guilt" Saiken grabbed his sword You may hate me as well as my creator but, you're Azazel's offspring. Your idiotic sense of justice is biased based on his teachings. Saiken prepare yourself, this will get rough. Saiken nodded before he spoke

"If this is how it'll be I'll tell you my name, I am Saiken Shima; prepare yourself Judah of Africa" Judah raised his fist again before charging at Saiken. Saiken jumped back as Judah's fist destroyed the concrete where he once stood. Not only was Judah strong he was quite fast as well, before Saiken could properly get his feet on the ground Judah was back attacking him. As Judah swung at Saiken again all he could do was raise his sword in a defensive manner to soften the blow. Saiken was tossed back into a brick wall with the force of the punch, pain radiated all over his back and shoulders. Grimacing Saiken grit his teeth