Luiid's secret technique, "Aspita Silguera (Crimson Incarnation)", fills his entire body with a density of magic power greater than when I fought him.
Even the slightest mistake in manipulation could break his body.
But that's fine. The opponent I'm facing is not someone I can defeat without taking such risks.
In the sensation that feels like the tip of the bastard sword has become my own hand, I hold the sword loosely at my waist while being half-conscious.
The "Nanashiki Renkanken (Seven-Colored Linked Swords)" inherited from my master is originally a series of seven connected forms.
For example, when I calls for a storm, lightning is produced, and when the dark clouds pass, the moon burns blue.
Each form is connected to "Mikatia (Storm Sword)", "Gilv (Thunder Sword)", "Cres (Moon Blade)", and "Froga (Flame Blade)" in a continuous sequence.
Originally, it continues with connecting shining stars and bringing forth the swirling rain of the dragon's seat, eventually turning into a storm.
The seven forms, likened to the stimulation of emotions, are completed as the "Nanashiki Renkanken" only when they are all connected. However, it is difficult for me to use it now. It is originally an unparalleled school that only my master could use in Centraris.
Mastering all these forms and ultimately creating my own "Ankarnam (Ultimate Sword)" is still incomplete at the moment.
It is not easy to restore my rusty arm.
But even in this situation, I can't afford to complain. Lisha is still trapped ahead.
Gathering strength in my knees, my feet firmly gripping the ground.
"'Let's go.'"
Shaking the earth, I stepped into Larkan. With my body enhanced by magic power, I closed in on the lord at lightning speed.
A horizontal flash that beheads. The speed surpasses anything before, giving the illusion of a skipped frame.
But Larkan easily countered it. He enveloped his halberd with blue magic power and delivered sharp slashes. The intense impact running through the blade tried to blow me away.
At that moment, I was reminded of yesterday.
A battle where I confronted a powerful enemy with just one swing of my sword without using magic power.
Yes, remember. Even if I activate "My True Name", I didn't always rely on brute force in the past.
I rotated my body without going against the flow, and further kicked the ground to circle around Larkan.
But as if seeing through my movements, the axe pursued me. I deflected it instead of taking it head-on.
Continuing to move, dodging the opponent's attacks while circling around blind spots.
The sound of cutting through the wind pierced right next to my ear, and I even had a vision of death reaching out to grab my body.
Avoiding all of that by a hair's breadth, I continued to rotate my magic power. My arm spiraled with emerald, and the crimson mantle fluttered violently.
Larkan couldn't miss that buildup.
"I remember that."
While muttering in the gap of my sword strikes, he swung his halberd around his body.
His legs traced an arc on the ground, delivering a powerful swing with centrifugal force.
He must have come to crush me before my magic could activate, but it was within my expectations.
I raised my sword to receive it just as the axe's trajectory was read.
"Bend..."
A terrifying phenomenon occurred.
The halberd that had approached me bent its trajectory as if it were still in motion. It was not a logical ambush brought about by a straightforward spear technique like before.
Physically impossible angles, the trajectory of the slash twisted.
Those who participated in the previous great war would know. Larkan Mines' magic, "Anrosto (Distortion to Truth)".
Any event or object can be twisted by this absurd spell, and the simplicity of the technique strongly reflects the skill of the user.
If used as a weapon, it can even create trajectories beyond the norm like this.
I put the sword back just in time and tried to block the halberd.
No matter how it bends, its power doesn't diminish. If I directly block the attack with momentum, my posture will undoubtedly be disrupted. If that happens, I'll be at their mercy.
But it won't happen, never.
"'I remember too.'"
Larkan's movements are still as expected.
I can't help but think back to the battles I had with him. The regret and fear from that time can't be erased with just one victory. That's why his techniques are deeply ingrained in my mind.
The sword and axe didn't clash, and there was no explosion of sparks.
"Oh?"
The halberd was caught by the silver blade with a cool sound.
The name of the technique used to receive the attack is "Muon (Zero Sword)."
Larkan's strike undoubtedly had tremendous destructive power. However, thanks to the rain domain I created, its power was completely nullified.
In the black rain that obscures my vision, not even sound can reach.
The area around the bastard sword is covered in the flow of subtle magic power. The descent of vast and delicate magic power, different from receiving or deflecting, completely weakens the momentum.
That is the "Muon (Zero Sword)."
It requires magic power control and precise timing that is incomparable to other sword techniques. To be honest, a few days ago, I would have failed.
The battles I've had here several times have undoubtedly sharpened my senses.
Before Larkan could retract the halberd, I moved on to the next move. The flow of magic power continues without stagnation, changing and connecting the techniques.
The magic power, like a sudden rain, flowing through the blade accelerates violently and traces a spiral once again.
The rain is stirred by the wind and transforms into a sideways storm.
'Mikatia (Storm Sword).'
The tornado-like slash that was raised up swallowed Larkan.
The schoolyard cracked and flew away in the emerald impact, only to be torn apart in the next moment, turning into a cloud of dust.
Like a dragon rising to the night sky, Mikatia (Storm Sword) carves through the atmosphere, spreading shockwaves. If it were Tarim of "Senai," it would be over with this...
But the blue circle cut through the belly of the storm.
The uncontrollable power burst and struck the night.
Larkan, who should have been in the midst of that vortex, landed lightly on the ground without a scratch. His blue eyes looked at me.
"What's next?"
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