MASSHIAHSAGA - THE POWER OF TWO KINGS

THE BATTLE BETWEEN SHINOBI

Havard challenged Sinhalese's stern gaze as the snow-white-haired man entered the hall. His pair of silver eyes squinted for a moment. The two cross paths and Sinhala speaks.

"We'll meet in the game.I'll make sure." he said in a low, flat but intimidating voice.

"I'm also looking forward to it." Havard replied in the same tone.

Sinhalese grunted softly and then stepped away from Havard. While Do Quo appears carrying a food box. He passed but there was no conversation between them.

Do Quo found Havard standing at the door of the hall. "Hey, here I bring a food ration from the committee" he said showing two boxes of food in a plastic bag.

Havard looked at Do Quo. "It seems that Sinhalese abilities should be wary of." Havard said. Do Quo looked at the door that Sinhalese entered.

"Yes, I think so too." said Do Quo. "I was able to watch the match in the next room through the television screen. I didn't expect it. The speed of his movements was so amazing." the man then smiled. "But I will remain determined to face it in the arena. I'm really curious." she said with passion.

Havard did not respond but stepped back into the halls and sat there. Do Quo put the food box on the side of Havard. Just as he was about to sit down suddenly a cry sounded from the arena.

"Yes, ladies and gentlemen!!! We have seen a fascinating match between the two fighters. For the fallen Leonidas, the committee will give ten thousand dinars in compensation..."

Do Quo looked at Havard for a moment then looked again towards the arena. The voice of the host was heard again.

"We arrive at the second match! Here goes! We welcome Havard from Las Mecca and Takeru Tachibana from Katsukabei!!!!"

"Your turn, man!!!" exclaim Do Quo patting Havard on the shoulder. "Be careful..."

Havard got up and stepped out of the arena. There was waiting for a man who was also dressed somewhat similar to the type of clothes he was wearing. Only their colors were different and the man wore a hood.

Both facing. The gaze of the hooded man looks squinting causing both eyes to narrow even more.

Havard stood idly grasping his sword sheath. But his thumb had pushed a little part of the sword protection ring to be easily pulled when he was about to unsheathe sword.

"You imitate the appearance of our people." said Takeru in a denouncing tone.

"It's just an outfit.it's nothing more than a body cover to avoid being naked." Havard said.

"I will not tolerate this!" exclaimed Takeru who suddenly threw something towards Havard.

SWINGGGS.... TRANG-TRANG-TRANG....

Fortunately, Havard was quick to draw a sword while swinging it in a horizontal style. Three things bounced and fell scattered on the floor. Havard stared at the three shuriken pieces on the floor and then looked again at Takeru.

Takeru again threw some shuriken towards Havard. Havard swiftly twirled and swung his curved sword shielding himself from the threat of the poisonous secret weapon that Takeru threw.

TRANG-TRANG-TRANG-TRANG-TRANG...

Takeru wasted no time, darting away while drawing out his sword that looked to be longer than his size. Takeru swung his sword.

Havard crossed his sword over his head.

TRANGGGG....

The two sharp blades of the weapon hit each other causing a loud noise. Havard pushed the opponent's sword up and then advanced and swung his sword again.

Takeru quickly threw his body back and stood up in a waki no gamae manner. Havard himself stood with the attitude of hasso.

The audience screamed hysterically at the show. Selena involuntarily exclaimed in spirit. "Come Havard! Defeat him!!!"

Nagini only smiled faintly at those calls. While Havard lowered his sword and changed his style. This time he crossed the Norimitsu tachi horizontally while his right foot advanced a step forward.

Takeru smiled cynically. "Hm. sword by Norimitsu Osafune." said the man guessed the sword used by Havard.

"Do you think your sword can defeat my sword?" havard provoked his opponent.

"We prove it.." said Takeru. "Obviously my sword is Nagamitsu's finest work by Bisen..."

"Are you just praising the maker? Victory is determined by how great your competence is and how good your weapons are." Havard said.

"The fruit! Let's prove it!" takeru shouted back forward swinging his sword. Havard also advanced to defend his opponent's attack.

TRANG-TRANG-TRANG

The sound of swords clashing against each other sounded in rhythm with the low boisterous voice of the audience who were stunned and excited. Suddenly Takeru jumped in the air and threw again some shuriken towards Havard.

Havard growled and twirled his sword fending off all the shurikens that shot towards him.

TRANG-TRANG-TRANG

TRANG-TRANG-TRANG

The shuriken-shuriken bounced here and there. Takeru swooped his sword aiming at Havard's shoulder.

Havard swung his curved sword upwards.

TRANG!!!!

The man caught up with him with a second slash from the bottom up. The sword managed to graze Takeru's hood until it was torn. The man surnamed Tachibana quickly pulled his face back so that he would no longer be dragged by the opponent's sword.

Havard leaped into the air and urged Takeru with seven slashes of six directions. Takeru's true perplexity fended off all of his opponent's sword swings. The two landed again on the floor using the same attitude, Waki no gamae but with wider leg horses.

"Where did you learn the Fire of Heaven?!" takeru. "As far as I know.only Seishiro Kano inherited the flow from Nitsu Katsunoshin.." the man's narrowed eyes widened. "You... his student???" hisses.

"Unofficially, according to the common terms of your country, I'm just shugyosha, not gakushin." Havard confessed.

Takeru smiled. "I guess Mr. Seishiro would be proud to hear you take part in this competition..."

"Thank you.." Havard's response.

"But going home as a corpse!!!" takeru exclaimed forward attacking and changing his sword swing, incongruous from top to bottom.

Havard darted forward, jumping while practicing the style of a storm pickaxe. He swung his sword often from the bottom up.

TRANGGGS...

Both swords collide. Takeru's Nagamitsu Sword bounced backwards. Not yet had he prepared his attack, Havard twisted his body once more and swung the sword again from the bottom up.

CRASSSS....

The weapon slashed Takeru's neck and the man's head was thrown and fell on the floor, followed by his body which then fell to the ground outside the arena. Takeru's face was startled. Blood filled the floor around that head.

Havard landed softly on the floor and sheathed his curved sword then bowed respectfully to the head and then turned to walk away from the arena towards the hall accompanied by the boisterous sound of cheering spectators. []