by Mura Kensho 3rd May 2017, 6:57 am
After that the younger swordsman approached the spectators’ lines, he was called by one of the competitors. The white-haired man wanted to have a talk while they watched the next match that was between the two duelists, Naga and Minamoto. It was going to be fun to watch, but the stranger was insistent. Approaching him, Mura greeted: “Hajimemashita.”
Naga and Minamoto made the crowds go wild like dogs as D’gerik spoke. He seemed fascinated by his performance earlier, but when he mentioned Niten, Mura was surprised to hear it from another practitioner of Kyuken’s swordstyle. Could it be that he was… it must’ve been. Mura had knowledge about the Musashi clan back in Midi, and they were most likely the only ones other than himself capable of practicing Kyuken’s Double Heavens Sword Style. “So you’re from the Musashi Clan? Awesome…” he replied to D’gerik, “That means that you’re a descendant of Musashi-“ He was about to reveal Kyuken’s connection to the entire clan, but the ghost caught this mouth and mumbled: “S-Shouldn’t you get ready for the next battle? It seems that Minamoto won…”
Back at the battlefield, Naga was on the ground, fainted, while Minamoto’s breath heated up the air before him. It had been such an intense battle that people had lost their breaths at the very end, so it took them a quick moment to inhale, before letting out a cheer. “And-and-and-and-and Naga is down in the second duel! Minamoto Tametomo takes off with the victory and moves onto the semifinals!!!” After Kirimoto had announced the news and regulated the results of the heated, furious, ultimate battle, he then continued with the words: “The next batch of battles is between the descendent of the Musashi clan, D’gerik Blackheart, versus the officially fastest swordsman in all of Fiore! It’s none other than Raymond The Blitz of Shirotsume, ladies and gentlemen!!!” The blonde-haired speedy stepped out in a flash, and because of the regulations, it was revealed to be his regular, base level speed. No magic was involved, but damn, wasn’t he fast as hell. His sword was a rapier, a long, thin blade that was more fit for moving around swiftly rather than digging into the meat. He smiled off to the crowds, while Mura spoke: “W-Well, good luck out there! I heard that he's no joke with that rapier, so you should watch out...”