Sanemi and Y/N faced eachother, filled with nothing but bloodlust and rage as they gripped their blades fiercely.
"Show me your strength! Wind Pillar!"
"I'll kill you, you bastard!"
Mitsuru stepped between the two of them, trying to stop the fight. "Both of you! Stop!" She shouted.
"Stay out of this!" Sanemi retaliated, readying an attack.
Y/N grinned, taking a defensive stance in preparation for the Wind Pillars next move. "Nothing wrong with a little spar, is there?" He said to Mitsuri, who still stood unmoving.
"It's fine Kanroji." Rengoku interrupted, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Let them spar." He smiled brightly. "Besides, if it goes too far, we'll stop them, right Shinobu?"
"You're not the one who'll have to heal them when they inevitably get hurt....." Shinobu deadpanned, Kanao appearing beside her and nodding knowingly.
"Breath Of Time, First Hand: Preemptive Strike!" Y/N dashed forward, disappearing in a flash of light.
"That disappearing trick won't work on me again bastard!" Sanemi retaliated, blocking Y/N's attack as he appeared in front of him.
The two men stood in the center of the arena, their blades clashing against eachother, creating sparks with each slash that collided.
All three spectators gaped at the speed and power of each attack. "They're both so strong!" Mitsuri blushed as she watched the fight.
"Sanemi's opponent is definitely on the same level as a Pillar. Maybe higher than that." Shinobu observed, her curiosity around this mysterious character building.
Y/N pushed forward while Sanemi backed away, determined to not let him catch a moment of rest from the battle.
"Breath Of Wind, Second Style: Claws-Purifying Wind!" Sanemi slashed downward in retaliation, sending four claws of wind vertically towards Y/N, who barely managed to dodge, his cheek beginning to bleed from one of the claws.
'He's fast!' Y/N thought, taking rapid breaths in as he avoided each of the Wind Pillars attacks, retreating out of Sanemi's range. 'He's trying to keep me at a distance, I need to create an opening!' He planned, hoping to catch Sanemi off guard.
Meanwhile Sanemi continued to stay far away from Y/N, catching his breath and preparing his defense. 'I can't let him get close! He's better at close range then I am!' He thought, remembering their earlier exchange.
'I have to move!' Both men thought at once.
"Breath Of Wind, Sixth Style: Black Wind Mountain Mist!"
"Breath Of Time, Fourth Style: Time's Slow Advance!"
They clashed togther, an echo ringing througout the area, the blast of wind from their swords meeting almost knocking over the three spectators.
Sanemi jumped backwards, trying to ignore the pounding pain in his arm from the attack, he had blocked Y/N's blade flawlessly. And yet the power from his swing still made its way through his sword.
'He's not just fast, but strong too? Now this is someone worth kiling!' Sanemi smiled maniacally, his bloodlust and excitement for the outcome of this fight increasing by the second.
'Can't let him get away!' Y/N took in another breath, darting towards Sanemi at a rapid speed. His body barely able to withstand the speed of his movement.
"Breath Of Wind, Fourth Style: Rising Dust Storm!" A shield of slashes began to wrap around Sanemi, the most defensive move in the Breath Of Wind,
Y/N countered by activating the most offensive move in his arsenal, the third hand.
"Breath Of Time, Third Hand: Infinite Slashes!"
Hundreds of blades began to rain down an Sanemi's shield, the two men putting their every swing towards blocking the others attacks.
Their muscles began to scream in pain as they held their breaths, the first one to give in would surely lose the entire battle.
Suddenly, after a minute of nothing but slashing, Sanemi's shield and battle spirit began to weaken. Y/N saw this as an opportunity, and increased the pace of his attacks.
"Breath Of Wind, 1st Style: Dust Devil Slice!"
A burst of wind came out from the shield, blasting Y/N backwards and across the arena. His body bloody from the unexpected attack he barely managed to block.
'Shit! His defense is too strong! I have no other options. I'll have to use that technique.' Y/N thought in panic, landing far away from Sanemi as he sheathed his blade.
"What are you doing?! You shit! This fight isn't over yet!" Sanemi shouted in fury, dashing towards the seemingly defenseless Y/N.
Y/N remained calm. Taking in a slow, deep breath. His battle spirit disappearing
"Breath Of Time, 10th Hand: Ignorance Of The Present."
In a flash of light, he was gone.
For seconds, every person on that battlefield was left in complete confusion and panic.
Everywhere they looked, he was nowhere to be found, not a footstep, a gust of wind, or the sound of him drawing his blade.
In reality though. Y/N had not moved a single step. He was in the same spot. He was unmoving, and completely silent.
Sanemi, Rengoku, Kanroji, Shinobu and Kanao. In Y/N's eyes, none of them were moving. Even the leaves falling from the trees were frozen in place.
This was the true power of the Breath Of Time.
Y/N appeared behind Sanemi, his hilt already headed towards the stunned Wind Pillar before he could react.
"You fought well." Y/N laughed as his blades hilt struck Sanemi's head, an echo ringing out across the area. Y/N smiled one last time time before he disappeared again.
Sanemi fell to the floor instantly. The fight was over.
"......" The spectators went silent while Y/N reappeared in front of them, clutching his ribs in pain.
His knees giving out as he dropped to the floor.
"Damn..." Y/N coughed, blood splattering across the floor as he dropped his blade. "I think I used the 10th Hand for too long." He laughed, coughing up more blood as he chuckled. "What a tough bastard...."
"Shinobu!" Rengoku shouted, grabbing Y/N's body before he could drop onto thr floor completely.
"How did I know this would happen?" Shinobu sighed in annoyance as her earlier prediction came true, Kanao realizing the same. "I'll take them both to the butterfly estate."
"I'll take Sanemi!" Kanroji announced with a strange excitement, throwing the injured and unconscious Wind Pillar onto her shoulder with minimal effort.
Rengoku did the same. Grabbing the half unconscious Y/N from the floor.
"Put....me....down." Y/N resisted, altough he was far too worn out from the fight to do anything.
"Shhhhhh~" Shinbou shushed him, grabbing his arm and injecting a mysterious liquid. "Night~ Night~" She giggled, somehow manging to be cute and sadistic at the same time.
Y/N felt his limbs go numb, and his eyes slowly began to close.
"You.....crazy.....b-" Y/N's sentence cut off as he drifted to sleep. Luckily.
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That's it for now, but until next time rember this: "If violence isn't the answer, you're not using enough of it."
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