'He's fast!..', thought Ite as he saw Seijurou dodge even his blindsided body kick in the middle of their clinch. He then followed through with a slice using his machete, but again he hit nothing. 'I've already seen a glimpse of this boy's moves earlier.. but he seems even faster now.'
Without wasting any moment, the rogue huntsman carried on with his relentlessly acrobatic assault of blades, only to be met by Seijurou's showcase of stubbornly continuous arm-guard parries.
Every blow seemed to have reverberated through the battlegrounds, but the two combatants themselves did not even flinch, carefully controlling their stances as they engaged in a ruthless dance of blades and defensive maneuvers.
"Had I decided to fight that boy back in Kansai, I would've been dead..", commented Chief Brog as he watched in awe from the side. "What we've seen back in his trial in the arena was nothing compared to what we're seeing now.."
