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- Facing the mage, she closes her eyes and nods in understanding. “Now
- I know,” she says sofly. “I don’t really want to kill you. It’s just that I can’
- stand the thought of you existng.” Her last thoughts for Tomoe’s killer.
- The scent of murder is high in the air, and both Alaya and Shiki smel
- it, letng it pass over their entrety in one sweet instant. In the next, the
- invisible signal for batle is given, and the duel begins.
- A fash, then Shiki’s eyes open.
- Alaya channels his mana into his outstretched hand, his motvatng force
- n this fght not the confdence which infused him in previous conficts, but
- nstead the rare, almost foreign emoton that gripped him since he saw
- Shiki walking the lobby: the emoton of dread. Which is why he feels he
- must kill her here, now.
- “SHUKU!” he roars angrily, clenching his hand into a fst, defning a
- space around Shiki that he would crush. The lag between the lorica and
- he weaving of the spell is so small as to be nonexistent, and one castng of
- t should be enough to dispose of the girl.
- But Shiki is fast, antcipatng his spell. In a fash the sword is raised high
- above her head, the speed blindingly fast. With the swifness with which
- she raised her sword, she lets it fy downward in a vicious slash. The spell
- manifests only for a moment, but Shiki kills it, just as surely as the ringing
- sound of her blade cutng air seems to cancel out Alaya’s booming voice.
- The mage atempts to repeat the spell. He need only open his palm
- again, and then close it. But it is too slow for him to react properly. He
- hasn’t even spoken, hasn’t even entered the spell’s weaving in his mind,
- when Shiki displaces from her positon. She shifs the sword to her side at
- waist level—a side stance that allows for wide swings—and sprints to her
- arget. Before the fght, Alaya considered the loss of one ward to be accept-
- able, thinking to take Shiki with the second. But now her blinding advance
- eliminates two of the wards in quick succession; two steps forward and
- wo slashes swung gracefully from both fanks. And stll she advances. She
- has just closed the previously six meter gap into zero. One more step, one
- more breath, tmed with one more strike to end the game.
- The sword comes from Alaya’s right fank, and he sees the blade fow in a
- diagonal cut. Her speed almost seems to make tme fow in discrete events
- ather than arbitrary measurements of seconds. The atack is similar to her
- previous two blows, and its telegraphed nature allows Alaya to dodge it by
- umping back deeper into the hallway, widening the distance between the
- wo. A brief pause as the mage studies his opponent with a glance.
- From Shiki’s lips, a single, straight line of fresh blood runs from mouth
- o chin. But Alaya knows she has taken no blow yet. Then it must be yester-
- day’s wound. The broken ribs, the internal organ damage. Stll in their frag-
- le healing state, they must have been reopened, and even walking forces
- blood from her throat. She is clearly injured, and yet she dances with such
- single-mindedness. Alaya lets the right arm rest at his side.
- That is, untl he realizes there is no more arm. From the top of his shoul-
- der all the way to his right chest, the clear traces of a clean strike can be
- seen, and on the foor lies his missing arm. His manipulaton of space made
- the backstep he performed faster than any normal human, yet Shiki was
- stll able to cut him with a strike so perfect that even the owner of the arm
- never notced it untl afer the fact.
- “What manner of creature—” Alaya leaves the queston unfnished.
- Unmindful of the injury, he focuses on his enemy. The strike could have
- been fatal. If his third ward had not been present, the slash would have
- dealt him a blow that would no doubt cut him in two. But it had instead
- slowed down Shiki’s strike enough to save him. But Alaya is instead simul-
- taneously fascinated by Shiki’s complete diference from the night of their
- frst duel. Is it anger from what he did to Enjō? No, surely not. He narrows
- his gaze at the girl in the white kimono.
- Suddenly, she straightens herself and recovers a hand from the grip of
- the sword, releasing her tensed stance, suddenly turning back into the girl
- of last night. The recovered hand cups her mouth, and she coughs twice.
- The hand drips regurgitated blood. If she did not have to fght such severe
- wounds, Alaya ponders, she would give me no respite.
- “You change with the weapon you hold,” the black-coated mage
- observes in astonishment. It is the reason she seems so diferent. Her
- extensive training in the dance of the sword changes her, forcing her into an
- almost trance-like state. Her mind compartmentalizes much like, as Alaya
- suspects, the past warriors did by training their mind to shape their bodies
- as a weapon. The fght was killing and survival, outside it was normalcy.
- “Hmph. A form of autohypnosis, as mages do when working the Art,” he
- muters, his voice struggling to hold back the pain from his right arm.
- Shiki shrugs. “Whatever you wanna call it, I guess.”
- Alaya curses his own dismissal of her sudden shif in demeanor. When
- she opened her eyes; that’s when it must have occurred. To think the Ryōgi
- dynasty would stll teach such vulgar disciplines. He knew too that Shiki
- bridging the space between them in what almost seemed like one step
- was no coincidence. Her movement, the sway of her sword, her atenton,
- all focused and refned to make her a deadly living weapon, and she was
- the only one who knew about it. He had thought her tools to be only the
- Arcane Eyes of Death Percepton and her knife, but in truth, her skill with
- the sword is far greater.
- “You have fooled me, Shiki Ryōgi. I had thought you had revealed all you
- could about your skill in combat when you danced with Fujino Asagami.
- But I see you have this one last trick.” Shiki shakes her head slowly in reply.
- Whether it is an afrmatve or a disparaging negatve, Alaya can’t say. “And
- so we meet properly at last,” he shouts as he pressed down on the gaping
- wound of his former right arm.
- The girl in the white kimono reveals a smile, the frst truly gentle smile
- she has performed; a smile that signals the end. Returning to her original
- hard posture, she runs toward Alaya like a loosed arrow. He knows that
- Shiki can read him now, knows what to expect, and so he won’t be able to
- dodge this next strike. But he won’t allow her to press the advantage so
- easily, not here in his sanctum. He gambles his chances on meetng Shiki’s
- advance. He steps forward, and shouts.
- “DakatsU!” In tme with this, Alaya raises his lef arm in an atempt
- to block Shiki’s atack. He hopes that the sarira—the sacred remains of
- devout masters—embedded within, will ward away most of the damage
- the slash will infict. Even she will not easily be able to see the lines of
- entropy. Shiki’s sword impacts his arm, and in an instant, Alaya can see that
- the blow has been checked.
- As soon as he realizes this, he wastes no tme in his next move. He
- animates his severed arm with an improvised working of the Art, making
- the arm move toward Shiki with unnatural speed. It slithers along the foor
- untl, when it nears Shiki, it springs up and grabs her by the throat, pressing
- hard and choking her.
- Shiki drops her guard at the move she couldn’t antcipate, and Alaya
- presses the advantage he has momentarily gained. He retreats one step to
- pull back the lef arm that warded of Shiki’s previous atack, and extends
- it again with open palm right in front of Shiki.
- “Shuku!” He clenches his fst, and tghtens space yet again. Shiki feels
- her body crumpling with a compelling force seeming to come from all
- places at once, and an audible grunt of pain fnally escapes her lips. The
- leather jacket is torn away, and she is forced away from where she stood,
- Alaya having manipulated the space to compress to a size far smaller than
- it appeared to be.
- At frst, Shiki actually looks like she will fall hard to the foor from the
- atack, but she catches her footng just in tme. Quickly, she redoubles her
- atack, the corridor funneling her into a singular path directly toward Alaya
- again and again. For a moment, she seems to disappear from Alaya’s sight,
- but she has only bent low and run fast toward him, getng under his guard
- more quickly than he can react. The sword moves in a blur, and it instantly
- strikes Alaya right in his center of mass.
- The mage can feel his accumulated life ebbing away for only a feetng
- instant. “Fool!” shouts Alaya as he atempts to deliver a kick towards Shiki’s
- midsecton to ward her away. It’s an move easy to see, and so Shiki handily
- dodges it by jumping widely to the side, but the blade slides out of its shal-
- low cut as she moves.
- Alaya now understands. If I want to stop her, the structure will have to
- go with it! The mage opens his lef hand to crush space for the third tme.
- Having gained some distance from the jump, Shiki easily sees the spell
- coming. A quick but violent slash prevents it from manifestng any further
- around her. But afer the slash, she stands stock stll.
- Alaya has completely vanished, black greatcoat and all.
- Nothing I can do about whatever magic he uses to move around, thinks
- Shiki. If he wants to run, I’ll let him run. She runs to the edge of the hallway,
- with the view of the outside, and puts a hand on the railing as she casts her
- eyes below to fnd her target.
- But he’s not gonna get away this tme. Without hesitaton, Shiki leaps
- over the edge.
- Away from Shiki, Alaya begins to crush the building itself. It might
- damage Shiki’s body, the same body he planned on using, but as long as
- he can stll restore it to some semblance of a human functon, then let its
- shape be damned. Even if the skull is shatered and the gray mater scat-
- tered, it can be replaced. What maters to him is that the body not expire
- completely untl he works upon it, so that he can tap the soul connected to
- the spiral of origin.
- The loss of his arm and the stab on his chest are nothing compared to the
- ultmate goal, the ars magna to which he has struggled toward these many
- years. As long as he reaches the spiral of origin, where everything begins
- and ends, all is well. What he must do remains the same, only delayed now.
- This seems to be the only opton now to prevent a stalemate between us,
- Alaya thinks. Had I only killed her outright, it would not have come to this.
- Stll, it has come, and I must close this chapter of her life.
- Weaving the Art and relocatng him through space, Alaya has placed
- himself in the garden outside the building, which as far as he is concerned,
- feels like stepping out of his own body. He sees the greenery that surrounds
- the building ofen, but it has been so long since he has set foot in it. Though
- a part of the grounds, the dominatng will of his subjectve reality that
- strengthened him so much inside has litle efect here. Afer he emerg-
- es from his relocaton, he wastes no tme. He looks up and extends his
- remaining arm skyward to point to the very top of the cylindrical structure,
- opening his palm.
- The next thing he knows, a vicious cut goes straight down and through
- his lef shoulder.
- The next thing he knew, a vicious cut went straight down and through
- his lef shoulder.
- “Shiki…Ryōgi,” he manages to gurgle out with difculty as he looks up
- at the night sky. “You damned…fool of a woman.” He coughs, and blood
- emerges red and blooming from his mouth. Not given a chance to land on
- either himself or Shiki, the droplets of blood are carried away on the wind
- only a few feet away, but now a distance he can no longer traverse. “All
- this…impossible.”
- Alaya had emerged in the grounds outside the building, looked up at
- the structure to work his spell, only to meet the feetng sight of Shiki Ryōgi
- falling rapidly from the tenth foor. Which means there was litle interval
- between the mage’s weaving of his relocaton spell, and the girl’s thought-
- less descent from the highest foor of the building. What confdence
- possessed her at that moment, he will never know. He suspects he would
- never be able to know. How could Shiki have known that he would appear
- in the grounds outside? And even given this, who would even think to jump
- of and think they would land safely? To aim and hit a lone man from that
- height at that nearly uncontrolled fall is an act that has gone well past
- recklessness and into the realm of some miraculous foresight. As if she’d
- known.
- And yet she did it. Without Alaya not having even completed the spell,
- having not even manifested in the garden yet, she jumped and did it. And
- at almost the exact same tme as he appeared, he was struck by Shiki’s
- blow. The arm that he had extended upward very quickly became an
- improvised shield, but it was not enough to stop the slash from landing
- in his lef shoulder, reaching all the way to his abdomen. Even the arcane
- shield that the sarira in his arm had aforded him was not enough to stop
- the sheer force of it.
- As for Shiki, she is unconscious and stll, standing but leaning on the
- blade inside Alaya’s body. Ironically, for all the defenses Alaya put up—his
- arm, the protecton of the sarira, and the last ward that he had managed to
- erect at the last moment—Shiki broke through all of them and they served
- only to cushion her fall. Without them, the fall would have been fatal at
- worst, or aggravated her internal damage and killed her eventually at best.
- Another miracle.
- Her grip on the sword is tght as rigor morts. Alaya’s brow clouds his
- already anguished face as he looks upon the unconscious Shiki. “You were
- prepared to risk it all on one gamble to kill me. No, if not through this, than
- through another way, surely. You could kill me. Perhaps it was no risk at all.
- It is a poor sight to see Sōren Alaya defeated by a neophyte such as you.”
- His words this tme fnally ring without his previous posturing.
- Alaya’s lef arm is virtually severed, and the right is long gone. The
- mage, stll standing, kicks the unconscious Shiki away, striking her chest.
- Her body fies away from him and a few feet deeper into the grounds. But
- Shiki contnues to cling tghtly to the sword hilt, even as it is stll embed-
- ded in the mage’s body. So the blade, having also been weakened by the
- impact of the fall, is now forced into two: one half remaining embedded in
- Alaya’s body, and the other half in Shiki’s possession. And with that, the
- four hundred years of its history come to an end.
- Shiki, now collapsed on the garden soil, remains unmoving. Looking at
- her with displeasure, he muters. “You lie there fnally wearing the look of
- a girl your age.” The mage, too, is unmoving as his face grows dark. The last
- bit of his energy has been expended in kicking Shiki away, and now he can’t
- do anything. For he feels that the slash has struck more than just the body:
- one of his lines of death must have been cut. “Through that appearance, I
- know we will never do batle again.”
- The mage dispels the ward that is already fading fast, and whispers to
- himself in a sort of prayer. “My origin is known to me. It is quiescence.
- Those whose origin is awakened returns soon to the spiral.”
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