The night was quiet with the creatures of the forest doing nothing but watching the encounter unfold before them, the fight which would decide the fate of their world, Sparks flew as both swords collided with each other, the battle wasn't swaying in favour of either sides with both of them unable to get any advantage over the other.

*"It seems as if this will end in another draw"* Hateir said with a small smile visible on his face.

*"NEVER!, this ends now, Your life will end by my blade"*. The man opposite Hateir position said in anger, this man name was Simon, he was at least six two in height with black hair and pale blue eyes that looked like they brighted up the darkness of the forest.

Hateir grinned at this statement as held the hilts of his sword tight with the intention to end this battle clearly showing in the eyes of both men, he took a defensive stance with two of his knees bent and his sword pointing at his opponent.

"Don't you get tired of saying that already, a normal person would have stopped at the 3rd time but you have said that sixty one times now"

Simon did not reply, he had no intention of wanting to talk to Hateir, his goal was to finish this battle with his sword bathed in his blood and with him standing victorious Hateir corpse, Simon didn't waste time to attack him, he began to run towards Hateir and the distance between them was closed instantly, Without any wasted movement he swings his blade right towards Hateir neck but it simply blocked and parried away.

Hateir's expression looked like one of uninterest , No look of excitement or fear could be seen in his face.

*"How many times have I seen this scene before"*. He thought to himself while he stared at Simon who kept swinging his blade wildly at him like a child who was desperately begging for his toy.

Was this the fight he desired for so long, the fight which would push him to his utmost limit he thought to himself.

Hateir felt a slight cut on his chest, he had completely forgotten he was in a fight entirely, A quick kick to the gut by Simon sent him flying through the forest smashing into several trees.

*"Underestimating me will do you no good Hateir, Fight me with everything you have so I can show you how far I've surpassed you"*

Hateir stared at Simon speechless, He didn't know what to say, this man Still had the will to fight even after all that had happened, They had fought 61 times and it ended in 61 draws, What was the point of fighting if they could never win the other, It was meaningless Hateir thought to himself.

*"Are you still underestimating me, if so get ready to lose your head"*

Hateir got up from the ground, Still not showing any will to fight, a brief silence existed for the moment before immediately then being broken by Simon.

*"I hate you Hateir but I won't kill an unarmed man so pick up your weapon and fight, What has been your reason for fighting all this year's, what has been your reason for holding that blade"*

After hearing those words, various thoughts began to race through his mind with the only question trying to be figured out, what was his reason for holding a blade.

He constantly kept fighting but his reason for holding this blade he had completely forgotten, He had been fighting for so long but he didn't remember the reason he wanted to win.

Was he reason for fighting to save this world, No that wasn't it, He didn't have any slight memory of why he wanted to win, But a thought finally stroke him like a blade to the back, Did someone need a reason to win, wanting to win was already a good enough reason, he wanted to beat Simon that was his reason.

He didn't need to have any Noble quest or any Complicated ambition, he just wanted to win and that reason was good enough of a reason for him to fight with his all .

a bright orange light surrounded his sword as it flew into his arms, a wide grin could be seen on Hateir face, his face expression seemed more lively than before with the color of his eyes changing to a bright orange.

*"My friend, It seems my long awaited win has finally arrived"* he began slowly walking towards Simon, His mood seemingly changed completely from before.

"Tenebria" Simon whispered softly into the open air, instantly his entire blade was surrounded with a dark aura, the atmosphere around them had completely changed whatever this thing was, it terrifying presence left an unforgettable impression on Hateri.

It quickly vanished, though faint traces of it's magic could still be felt, Simon blade had taken on a new appearance,It was now a long sharp scythe.

Simon swiftly launched an attack not wanting to delay time while Hateri was still not focusing on the fight, Simon swinged his scythe to Hateri side trying to, split him in half but with no delay, he leaps into the air avoiding getting cut in two, He stares at Simon for a moment while he was still in midair and uttered this words.* "Aeris Inferno"*.