𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑪𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍 |니키˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

2.6🦢

The clash of steel echoed like thunder in the enclosed space, a symphony of rivalry and bloodlust. Riki and Jo circled each other, blades gleaming under the flickering lights, each searching for an opening. The atmosphere was thick with tension, the air electric with the promise of violence.

Riki, catching his breath, felt the sharp sting of adrenaline surge through him. He couldn't afford to underestimate Jo, not now when the stakes were higher than ever. The Asakura heir was relentless, a storm of fury and skill intent on revenge.

Riki lunged first, a feint to the left, then a quick pivot to the right, aiming for Jo's side. But Jo anticipated the move, deflecting the blow with a quick flick of his wrist. They engaged in a rapid exchange, swords clashing with a rhythm only they understood, each movement flowing seamlessly into the next.

"You think you can take over the family business, Riki? You'll never be worthy of the Nishimura name!" Jo spat, fury fueling his strikes.

"Funny, coming from you," Riki shot back, his voice steady. "I know your family's history, Jo. You're just a puppet, just like the rest of them."

With a growl, Jo unleashed a series of attacks, each more ferocious than the last, pushing Riki to his limits. Riki barely managed to keep up, his mind racing as he parried and dodged. Jo's anger transformed him into a formidable opponent, and Riki had to dig deep to stay one step ahead.

Just as it seemed Jo might gain the upper hand, Riki executed a spinning kick, knocking Jo off balance momentarily. Seizing the moment, Riki advanced, delivering a swift strike aimed at Jo's midsection. Jo managed to deflect the blow but stumbled back, gasping for air.

"Is that the best you can do?" Riki taunted, his voice low and mocking. "I expected more from the Asakura heir."

Jo's eyes flashed with anger. He rushed forward again, fueled by a mixture of rage and desperation, but this time, Riki was prepared. He sidestepped Jo's advance, catching him off guard. With a powerful swing, Riki caught Jo's katana with his own, forcing Jo into a defensive position.

"You're out of your league, Jo," Riki said, his voice steady. "You'll never defeat me."

Jo gritted his teeth, refusing to give in. He twisted his body, attempting a deceptive maneuver to reclaim control of the fight. Riki anticipated the move, dodging just in time and countering with a powerful thrust that connected with Jo's side. Jo staggered but quickly regained his composure, the pain only fueling his fury.

"Enough of this!" Jo shouted, a wild look in his eyes. "I won't let you win! Not after everything!"

With a fierce roar, he lunged again, and this time, he was unpredictable. Riki barely managed to avoid the attack, the blade slicing dangerously close to his face. As they danced around each other, it became clear that both men were growing fatigued, but neither was willing to relent.

Riki could see Jo's resolve hardening; the younger man was not just fighting for survival but also for the honor of his family. The stakes had never been higher, and Riki knew that only one of them would walk away from this confrontation.

In a moment of clarity, Riki saw his opening. With a surge of strength, he feigned a retreat, enticing Jo to follow him in what seemed like a moment of weakness. Jo, driven by rage and the desire to finish the fight, lunged forward, katana aimed at Riki's heart.

But Riki was ready.

With an explosive burst of speed, Riki twisted, bringing his katana up in a powerful arc. The two blades met with a deafening clash, the shockwave reverberating through the room. Riki pushed forward, using his momentum to drive Jo back, forcing him to the ground.