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S2 Chapter 4: Swords, Swords, Swords

Unisberg, a city where its population only doubles with every handful of odd months and the people are hard at work, be it at their jobs, school or playing. The productivity of the city was nothing short of miraculous, one may wonder if this was due to the grail's influence? Nonetheless, today was all the same, especially for the Masters in their efforts to help Master Shou rekindle his relationship with Nero alongside training.

"Wait, wait! O-Oushi-san! Like I totally thought we were watching cute guys at a sports festival?! I like just did my nails YKWM?!"

"Um. Sorry for the misunderstanding Suzuka."

Musashi, "A shame, I was hoping to test my skills against a Princess of your status."

Nero steps into the center of the group, "No need for a Princess, when you can fight me! The Emperor of Rome! Umu!"

"Well said, I was looking forward to just that." Musashi smiles.

Julius steps around Nero, " Then it's decided, our first match will be Musashi Miyamoto vs Nero Claudius. Please take to the diamond of the field, that'll be your arena."

"Woo, Musashi! Go ahead and win this!" Adam shouts out.

"Oh yeah! Nero! Ne ne ne Nero! Go Nero!" Shou sings.

Jeanne is at the pitchers mound, as the others present go to the outfield for a safe viewing experience.

Julius, "Thanks for tagging along Suzuka, we can go shopping sometime this week."

"Kk!" Suzuka says, putting out a peace sign and wink.

"Master...," MHXA taps Julius's back," I want to participate."

"Well, uh, this is supposed to be a Saber tournament and you're picking up as a Berserker... but we can have our training later today." Julius responds.

Across the field.

"Musashi, Nero take your places. I will be overseeing this bout... at the fall of my flag, you two can begin the match...when my flag is raised, the victor has been determined."

Jeanne slowly backs away from the two combatants, her flag raised midway into the air. Once she's in position, she waves her flag every which way with pride, and then drops it down. In that moment Musashi, the famed swordsman in a womanly form, and the Emperor of Rome, Nero Cladius dash forth with much exuberance.

In a flurry of strikes, three blades clash sending out a number of sparks vanishing into the risen dirt from the sheer force emitting from each blow, if not their fanciful footwork.

"I don't usually like going all in like this, but against you I cannot help but give it my all!" Exclaims Musashi, a grin coming across her face.

"Umu! I expect only the best!" Nero yells out gleefully.

A step forward for one, is mirrored for another, and with every clash three paces of distance is gained. Musashi Miyamoto famed for her Niten Ichi-ryu, a duel wielding technique between her katana and wakizashi loosely swung, feeling her opponent out, baiting a chance to strike a decisive blow. Her moves though seemingly sporadic were calculated attempts in achieving their one goal... to ki- KO Nero.

The Roman Emperor, though not particularly known for her combative prowess, has managed to hold her own in a wonderful fashion. She was a qualified Saber no doubt, with zeal and grace, Nero's blade weaves a tapestry of danger and beauty. Each strike made full use of it's irregular shape, throwing Musashi's alignment off.

Musashi's swords come down slamming it's flats sending a shock into Nero.

"There it is!" Musashi exclaims as Nero's hands loosen, backing up to regain herself, but Musashi would not allow it. With a long step slipping past Nero's feet, Musashi trips her opponent for only a moment. However that was all it took, for Musashi to follow up with a blow coming across to connect with her head. A spearhead comes flying in between the blades and the golden hair upon Nero's scalp.