The King's Queen

Chapter 23

The sun had already risen when the commotion started, Sukuna had dismissed it as "ants who think their strong enough to kill a God." Heavily referring to Jujutsu sorcerers in his mannerisms. His crimson eyes looked somewhat bored at what he would call____ a pathetic attempt at an upsurge to take over by the Japanese dynasty.

However, you knew who was attacking, it was no sorcerer at all, someone you didn't want to see even in a thousand years. His curse energy was too unique to mistake for any fodder that continuously die at the hands of the monster beside you.

Ueda wasn't to pleased with seeing this foreigner on his master's property, in fact he was never pleased when someone other than the staff of the castle stepped even into the forests that surrounded them. "What do we owe the pleasure of your esteemed visit to us this fine morning?" His smile didn't reach his eyes as he watched a figure emerge from the tree line. "Yamato Takehito, no should I say Asura." His voice dropped an octave as he fell into stance, his palm right on the handle of his katana ready to unsheath it at the first signs of aggression.

A boastful laugh escaped the man's painted lips as he gave the stiff man a Cheshire smile, "Don't worry I am not here to cull out weak soldiers such as yourself for Sukuna. I have some unfinished business with the little bunny that Sukuna accessorises."

"As if I would believe such a blatant lie. Prepare yourself." Takehito just shrugged his shoulders as he swung his nagitana down, 'I tried to do the peacefully so no one can blame me later on, who am I to deny such a tempting offer.' He mused in his head as he cradled his nagitana, preparing to defend or attack. Within a second he had block the fast swing of the other's blade, a testament to his own honed skill how unfortunate his opponent's strength wouldn't be enough.

Quickly he pushed him away and threw out an attack, Ueda struggled to stop the brute force of the swing. The clash broke and swiftly they began to exchange blow after blow, Takehito cut through the air with such practised movement made Ueda envy his innate talent.

The fuchsia haired man would never admit this but he was truly struggling in this fight, he barely laid a scratch on his opponent yet he was already panting a covered in scraps from constant miscalculations.

It was so humiliating how graceful Takehito was, even worse was the fact he wasn't even trying to fight the man. He was playing him a fool. This brought a spark of frustration in the ever smiling individual's eyes as he began to use his cursed technique, Binding Truth.

What he was doing was risky since his adversary showed no signs of going on the defence, but anything would do than a humiliating defeat. If he could force this man to use his technique then at least his failure wouldn't be too pathetic.

'Tsk why is he suddenly dodging so quickly, wait that's not it.' Takehito thought as his blade hit the floor with a crack breaking apart the pathway at the foot of the staircase. With a smirk he figured out what was going on, "Oh you poor thing~." With that he started twirling his nagitana in a practiced motion, switching between his hands at random intervals, Ueda flinched as his technique couldn't predict his movements anymore.

With a gulp he kept his footing steady as he watched his opponent carefully wondering when he would strike. Takehito, instead of using his weapon to strike he covered the distance between them with a skip and punched Ueda's collarbone down into the broken pavement. A string of saliva escaped the fuschia haired man's parted lips along with a breathless gasp. He was forced to his knees.

Ueda lost his grip on his weapon as it fell right next to Takehito who gingerly kicked it to the side separating it from its master. The fuchsia haired man balled his hands into fists as he stood up and sent a right hook towards the icey blue eyed man. It was promptly dodged however the knee to the abdomen was not, forcing out a grunt from Takehito. Taking the opportunity of his distracted mind Ueda raised his hand up high in chopping motion, sensing the amount of cursed energy within that attack.