"If you don't understand what I said, then just think of it as my instincts. My gut feeling a telling me that you will surprise me. So I want to spar with you."
Suii—
"Now," after saying what he had to say, Yato summoned a katana from the pocket space of his dimensional ring. "Ready your sword, Lucas."
I hesitated for a moment, glancing at the katana in his hand. Yato seemed unfazed, his eyes filled with anticipation. Without further delay, I unsheathed my sword and took a combat stance.
As the tension in the air escalated, Yato made the first move. In an instant, he closed the distance between us, katana poised for a strike. His movements were fluid, precise, and executed with an almost unnatural grace.
Reacting on instinct, I parried his attack, the clash of our weapons echoing in the training ground. Yato's strength was evident, and I could feel the force behind each of his strikes.
The spar unfolded with a series of exchanges, each movement calculated and deliberate. Yato's skill was undeniable, and I found myself pushing the limits of my abilities to keep up with his relentless assault.
Despite the intensity of the spar, Yato maintained a composed demeanour, his movements calculated and efficient. It was as if he could predict my actions before I made them.
"You're holding back," Yato observed, his voice calm amidst the clash of blades. "Let go of your reservations, Lucas. Show me your true strength."
His words resonated, urging me to delve deeper into my capabilities.
Tak—
Closing the distance, Lucas unleashed a barrage of sword strikes at Yato with fierce determination.
Cling, Cling, Cling—!!
With swift precision, Yato skillfully parried each of Lucas' thrusts, his katana serving as an impenetrable barrier against the onslaught.
The metallic clashes of their weapons filled the air, and sparks erupted from the intense clashes.
'Damn it,' Lucas thought in his mind, knowing that blindly attacking Yato like this would get him nowhere.
Thwoo—
Hopping back a few steps, Lucas created some distance between himself and Yato, providing a brief respite to gather his thoughts.
Aware that a different approach was necessary, Lucas began to brainstorm alternative strategies, searching for a way to engage Yato more effectively in their battle.
"You think too much," Yato suddenly spoke and channelled mana into his legs.
For Yato, this is just child's play he only wants to see how far will Lucas be able to endure it.
'Let's see Lucas, will you break here or not?' Yato thought as he glanced at Lucas who trying to get some air in his lungs.
"What? Is that all you can do? I'm disappointed in you. I thought you would be better than others but I think I was wrong." Yato mocked with a cocky smirk as he placed his katana on his shoulders.
"Huff...Huff...Shut...Up...You...Huuf Fuck can't breathe... Properly."
"Is this the end Lucas?"
"Huff... Who decided that this...is..end for me.?"
Saying that Lucas focused on his movement art and sword art.
In an instant, a surge of mana emanated from Lucas's body, flowing outward in a brilliant azure hue.
"[Celestial Parry] sword art-->[Starry Deflection]."
"[Stellar Stride] movement art--> [Astral Dash]
Lucas yelled, his voice resolute.
Lucas disappeared from Yato's eyesight within a second.
In a sudden burst of speed, Lucas appeared right before Yato in the blink of an eye, his sword raised in the air as he used [Starry Deflection].
"So you got some fighting left in you," Yato remarked, his eyebrows arching in genuine admiration.
As soon as he said that, Yato swiftly raised his sword, intercepting Lucas's sword art before he could be delivered to Yato.
With a deft manoeuvre, he skillfully altered the direction of the sword, forcing it to veer to the left.
Thruck—!!
As Lucas' sword struck the ground, Yato was effectively able to disarm Lucas
At that moment, a hint of disappointment tinged Yato's voice as he capitalised on the opening.
"But charging in blindly against me was a bad decision. I expected better from you," he remarked, his tone laced with a touch of taunting.