Chapter Forty-Two: Rivals Spar: Part Two

From his vantage point atop a rocky outcrop, Kova watched the battle unfold beneath the waterfall, his arms folded across his chest, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. The mist from the cascading water swirled around him, but his sharp eyes never left Yozora and Sirius as they clashed in the clearing below.

The air crackled with energy, a heady mixture of tension and exhilaration that only comes from two masters locked in combat. To most, the scene might have seemed chaotic—flashes of silver and steel cutting through the mist, the sharp clang of katana meeting spear echoing across the cliffs—but to Kova, it was like witnessing a beautifully orchestrated dance. Every move was deliberate, every strike part of an unspoken conversation only these two warriors could understand.

Yozora and Sirius were polar opposites, yet their styles complemented each other perfectly. Yozora was a strategist—his movements fluid, his strikes precise and calculated. His newly forged katana seemed to hum with life, an extension of his will, and every swing, every parry, was executed with grace and purpose. It was as though Yozora wasn’t just wielding a weapon—he was composing music, each strike a note in a larger symphony.

Sirius, by contrast, was a whirlwind of raw power and instinct. His spear spun in his hands like a force of nature, fast and ferocious, but always controlled. Where Yozora was deliberate, Sirius was daring, pushing boundaries with reckless confidence. He fought with bold, unorthodox moves that kept Yozora on edge, always one step ahead, always unpredictable.

"Yozora, try multi-forging!" Sirius yelled mid-battle, his voice cutting through the roar of the waterfall.

Without a word, Yozora nodded and dashed forward, his katana slicing through the mist toward Sirius. But Sirius was quick to counter, deflecting the blow with a swift slash of his spear. Using the momentum from his movement, Sirius spun, locking his spear under his arm and thrusting it forward in a reverse strike aimed at Yozora’s chest.

Yozora, reacting in the blink of an eye, forged another weapon mid-motion, blocking the attack. Sirius grinned. "I knew it," he said with a grimace. "Let’s see how far you’ve come."

Yozora barely had time to catch his breath before Sirius was on him again, moving faster than Yozora could track. Before Yozora could forge another defense, Sirius slammed a powerful kick into his side, sending him crashing through a massive boulder. The rock shattered on impact, debris scattering in every direction. But instead of feeling pain, Yozora stood up almost immediately, dusting himself off with a calm expression.

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"That was close," Yozora muttered, more to himself than to Sirius. "But I feel... fine. Even after that hit." He took a deep breath, feeling the familiar power coursing through his veins. "Alright, let’s see what I can really do."

Sirius’ grin widened. "Oh, now we’re talking!" he said, excitement boiling in his voice. "Let’s turn it up, hermano!"

Yozora’s eyes darkened with focus. He realized that he couldn’t rely on forging weapons fast enough to match Sirius’ relentless speed. His solution? Use his body.

Sirius noticed the change in Yozora’s demeanor, instantly recognizing the shift in strategy. With a playful smirk, he tossed his spear aside. "Hand-to-hand it is, then."

The two warriors dashed toward each other simultaneously, breaking the sound barrier as they collided. The ground beneath them trembled violently, sending cracks spiraling outwards, boulders lifting from the force of their movements. Even the clouds in the sky seemed to shake, scattering in all directions.

"Zaichi Fumi: Reverse Flow Form Eight—Trigram Fist!" Yozora shouted, his fists glowing with power.

"Zaichi Fumi: Flux Art Form Eight—Tiger’s Ascension!" Sirius roared in response, his body radiating raw energy.

Their fists collided in a thunderous clash, sending shockwaves rippling through the air. The force of the impact cleared the clouds from the sky, creating a vast, open space above them. The direct area where their fists met looked as if it had been struck by a massive bomb, the sheer power of their clash leaving a crater in the earth.

Kova watched from a distance, shaking his head in awe. "Boys will be boys," he muttered, amused by the sheer spectacle unfolding before him.

As the dust settled, Sirius and Yozora looked around at the destruction they had caused, both grinning like madmen. Sirius groaned, "Dammit, they’re gonna fine me out the ass for this!" He looked at Yozora and laughed, his body still vibrating with adrenaline.

Yozora, still catching his breath, chuckled in return. "It feels good to be back. You forgot what this guy can do."

Without hesitation, Yozora placed his hands on the ground. The earth beneath them began to shift and tremble as the damage they had caused started to repair itself. The crater filled in, the shattered boulders reformed, and the landscape was restored to its former state. It was as if their battle had never happened.

Sirius’ eyes widened in amazement as he watched the scene unfold. "I totally forgot how broken your crafting ability is," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "It’s ridiculous what you can do. Doesn’t even make sense."

Yozora shrugged, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I guess, since I fixed everything, we can keep going. Wanna spar some more?"

Sirius’ face lit up with excitement, his grin widening. "Oh hell yeah," he said, already picking up his spear. "This is gonna be fun!"