Thank you everyone who read this story, i know it isnt original but i really tried my best. writing isnt easy for me and putting a story out into the world is something i never thought i would have the courage to do. I know that things start slow bu...
As Gyutaro prepared to deliver a finishing blow to Sanemi, his wicked grin stretching across his face, a sudden interruption halted his motion. Kaito, covered in blood and scars, emerged from the shadows, his presence a testament to his indomitable spirit. In one hand, he wielded a gleaming blade, while the other was held firmly between his teeth.
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Sanemi's eyes widened in disbelief, a mix of shock and relief washing over him. Gyutaro, too, was taken aback, his expression momentarily faltering. How could Kaito still be standing? How could he have survived such a devastating assault?
"Kaito... You're alive?" Sanemi muttered, his voice a mixture of awe and gratitude
Kaito's voice echoed through the night, his words filled with conviction and a newfound confidence. "I've finished my musical score technique, and with it, we will achieve victory!" His words reverberated in the air, a declaration of his unwavering resolve.
With unwavering determination, Kaito propelled himself forward, his feet pounding against the ground as he closed the distance between himself and Gyutaro. The air crackled with anticipation, the tension building with each passing moment.
Gyutaro, his expression contorted with rage, swung his scythes with unparalleled ferocity. But Kaito, with his enhanced hearing, effortlessly anticipated the trajectory and timing of each strike. He moved with calculated grace, his body dancing to a rhythm only he could hear.
As Gyutaro's scythes descended upon Kaito, a symphony of clash and clash filled the air. With each strike, Kaito used his extraordinary sense of hearing to transform the chaotic barrage into a mesmerizing melody. The blades harmonized with his movements, the clash of metal becoming a part of his grand composition.
"I can read it now," Kaito declared, his voice filled with triumph. "That filthy score of yours!"
His senses honed to perfection, Kaito effortlessly deflected Gyutaro's onslaught, the clash of their weapons becoming a symphony of sound and motion. With each strike, Kaito countered with a melody of his own, his blade dancing to a rhythm that only he could decipher.
The clash of their blades resonated through the streets, their movements swift and precise, fueled by an unyielding determination. Kaito and Gyutaro, locked in a deadly dance, traded blow after blow, their weapons cutting through the air with incredible speed.
Explosions erupted in their wake as their strikes collided, sending shockwaves through the surroundings. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the buildings quivered under the sheer force of their clash. Each collision was a testament to their fierce rivalry, a battle of wills that seemed destined to shape their fates.
Kaito, fueled by his unwavering resolve, pushed forward with an unrelenting spirit. Despite the disadvantage of losing a hand, he compensated with unparalleled agility and a heightened sense of hearing. His movements were fluid and precise, a testament to his years of training and dedication.
