Beatrix reacts instantly by taking a half step back to dodge Shadow’s strike.

Then, she counters. Her deadly thrust bears down on Shadow.

Beneath his mask, Shadow grins.

He evades the attack by leaning to the side, then swings his sword as he pulls back upright.

But she recovers quickly, too.

As she retracts her longsword, she stoops low to avoid Shadow’s blow.

Then, she counters once more.

The only thing either of them hits is the rain.

Slashes fly through the air, each rending a path through the downpour.

The droplets spread in little splashes as they’re sliced aside, casting beautiful streaks as the lightning illuminates them.

Everyone in the stands holds their breath as they watch the battle unfold.

It’s like watching a dance.

The rain and the lightning leave etchings in the sky of a battle that no normal eyes can follow.

It’s a beautiful sword dance.

It’s plain to see that the two combatants stand at the apex of swordsmanship.


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Volume 2, Final Chapter