Urza swung her
kanabou and attacked hard, but Nagisa ducked and counterattacked with a slash.
Urza's wounds
only increased, and she was unable to land a single blow.
Each wound is not
deep because she is able to avoid a fatal blow by a hair's breadth. Even so,
the blood loss is quite significant when the number of wounds is multiplied by
ten or twenty.
Due to the loss
of blood, Urza's movements gradually become slower and slower.
“...It's almost
over. Urza has reached her limit.”
I muttered to
myself.
It's as I
expected. It's not a surprise.
When a power
fighter and a speed fighter fight, the former must land the killing blow within
the very first few moves of the fight in order to win. After all, the longer
the fight goes on, the less chance the power fighter could detect their
opponent's moves and hit the target.
It can be seen
from Nagisa's face that she has already read Urza's movements perfectly, and
her steps to avoid the kanabou are easy and her face shows a relaxed
expression.
That Urza has not
been seriously injured yet may be because Nagisa is taking it easy on her, not
because the oni girl is just barely avoiding her.
“Urza-san...”
Aeris, who is
beside me, holding her hands tightly while murmuring worriedly.
Her ladylike face
is pale, but she still keeps her eyes on the battle.
Perhaps knowing
that in less than a minute Urza would be kneeling on the ground, she watches
intently.
“Ugh...”
“Why don't you
give up now? Have you realized by now that you can't beat me?”
Nagisa advises
Urza, who is gasping and groaning, in a calm voice.
Nagisa must also
be convinced of her own victory. Her soft face looks more like that of a
teacher or a fellow apprentice than that of a warrior who is trying to defeat
their opponent.
“Urza, you are
strong. I have no doubt you will be a first-rate warrior, even a genius.”
“......”
“But... you still
can't beat me. You and I carry different weights. I cannot be defeated again.
The moment I am defeated, the name of 'Seikai Itto-ryu' will fall. I cannot
allow that, even if it costs me my life. I cannot lose because I must protect
the sword school that my late master left behind.”
“Huff...”
I narrowed my
eyes as I recalled my memories.
Nagisa Seikai is
the heir to a swords school in the eastern lands.
Her family's
dojo, the Seikai Itto-ryu Dojo, had been given the prestigious role of
instructor of swordsmanship in that country, and was a family as famous as a
marquis's.
But, one day, a
dojo-stormer stormed into Nagisa's birthplace and killed all the swordsmen of
the school. Among those killed was Nagisa's father and Master.
Nagisa was also
seriously wounded, but luckily... or unluckily... she was overlooked and
survived.
The only
survivor, Nagisa, swore to avenge her father and her school, and came to this
country to study, chasing after the dojo-stormer.
“It's heavy... it
sure is heavy. What she is carrying on her back.”
In the game, this
would have been a matter of “Oh, I see...”, but when hearing this heavy and
grim description from her own mouth once again, I began to feel a gloomy
feeling.
After all, her
father, whom she believed to be the strongest, was killed, and her family's
school was destroyed. Left with only herself as a student.
On her slender
shoulders, she must carry the school of 'Seikai Itto-ryu' and the regrets of
many of her friends in her pursuit of her revenge.
I wonder how much it will takes, how much regret it take, to go on without being broken. Her
determination must be unimaginable.
“...I'm sorry
Urza, but maybe it was an unwinnable match from the beginning...”
I muttered with a
somber mood and took a step forward to stop the reckless slave.
But then
something unexpected happens.
“Uggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
“Huh?”
Urza, who had
been wounded to the bone, suddenly screamed.
Her
monkey-shriek-like rage is released into the deep green forest, and the trees
shook as startled birds flew into the sky.
Instantly, an
aura-like light effect of bright red gushes out from Urza's small body. Urza
emits a poisonous aura like boiling steam, and Nagisa jumps back in surprise.
“Don't just say
whatever you want, desu~no! Do you mock me, desu~no!?”
“What...!”
“My reason for
fighting is important, desu~no!? What do you know about Urza, desu~no!?”
Her white hair
sways like a creature's, like Medusa's. The whites of her eyes are bright red.
Then, her pupils
shone golden. From my knowledge of my previous life, I remembered that it was
called 'Fiery Eyes'.
“Urza is fighting
to protect Goshujin-sama!? Where is the lightness in that!? That is not a
trivial reason, desu~no! Don't you dare say it's not a good reason to fight,
desu~no!”
“Wha...!”
Urza swung her
kanabou down again.
The ground
cracked wide open when she hit her with it, and a big tree behind her split in
half and collapsed.
Although Urza had
always been a strong figter, her physical strength was clearly out of the
ordinary.
It was as if her
limiter had been released, and her strength exploded.
“Goshujin-sama is
definitely going to do something extraordinary someday, desu~no!? So, Urza is
his sword and shield, desu~no. A demon who kills everything that stands in the
way of Goshujin-sama! I won't let you say that Urza's reason for fighting is
light, desu~no!”
“I see... yes,
yes!”
Nagisa's lips
lift up in a smile as she bares her pointed canine teeth.
The smile of the
past is gone and replaced by a fierce warrior's expression. It is the face who
enjoys fighting for his life.
“I beg your pardon.
It seems that I underestimated you and Baskerville. From now on, I will fight
you with all Seikai Itto-ryu sword art!”
Nagisa holds up
her sword and shouts loudly.
It seemed that
she had been slacking off a little earlier, and her white blade was filled with
a firm intent to kill.
“Nagisa Seikai,
the 8th generation master of the Seikai Itto-ryu, now, let's fight!”
“Shut up,
desu~no! I'll skin you and eat you!”
Nagisa kicked the
ground and jumped straight toward Urza.
Urza raises her
kanabou to the top step and tries to slam it down on Nagisa, who is right in
front of her.
The fight between
the two had already gone beyond the realm of training or mock battle.
Either Urza or
Nagisa. One of them will die. Perhaps they will even go head to head.
A fight to the
death. A life-destroying struggle. A fight to the death between a demon and a
shura.
Kill or be
killed. That moment was about to arrive.
“You fools!”
The battle was
never going to be decided. And I can't let them settle it.
So, between the
two people who were about to clash, I jumped into the intersection where the
white blade and the kanabou collided without hesitation.
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