Chapter 107: An Unsteady Blade.

Chapter 107: An Unsteady Blade.

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[Erza Scarlet. POV]

My boots pounded against the cold stone floor of the Tower as I dashed through the winding corridors, my heart pounding in my chest.

There was a desperate urgency in my movements, an understanding that every second counted, I didn't know what Jellal was planning, and what had happened to Adam, but I knew I had to stop this, once and for all.

Rushing through the motions, I continued pushing forward, until I was forced to halt in my tracks, when a pink-haired woman wearing a kimono, holding a katana appeared before me.

"Erza Scarlet, a pleasure to finally meet you. My name is Ikaruga," The mysterious woman introduced herself, a small, mysterious smile playing on her lips. "And I'm afraid your path ends here."

At this, my eyes immediately fell on the gleaming katana strapped to her waist, still within its sheath. And despite the fact that this was our first encounter, I quickly realized that this woman was not to be underestimated.

However.

I would not back down, not now, not ever.

"I suggest you step aside, or I'll be forced to go through you," I commanded, my tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Her response was a chilling smile, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement.

"Oh, how interesting," Ikaruga smiled, her voice low and taunting. "You think you can go through me?"

"If I must, I will," I retorted, my hand instinctively moving to my own weapon.

The air seemed to crackle with anticipation, the tension between us building to a fever pitch.

Ikaruga's smile broadened as she drew her katana from its sheath. The polished steel glinted ominously under the tower's dim lighting.

"Very well then," Ikaruga purred, leveling her blade at me. "Let's see what you're made of, Erza Scarlet."

And with those words, our battle began.

"Requip: Heaven's Wheel Armor!" I shouted, my magic enveloping me as I dashed toward her.

Ikaruga, seeing this, was quick on the attack, her katana slicing through the air with deadly precision. But I was ready, moving my blade to meet hers in a clash of steel.

My heart pounded in my chest as I studied the scene.

Which one was real? Which was the right target? The answer was a mystery hidden within a whirl of scarlet hair and gleaming armor.

Has she always been this fast?

Pushing through the shock, I gathered my strength, as I surged forward, my katana raised, ready to strike. If I couldn't follow her movements, the answer was simple.

I would simply strike in every direction!

However, just as my blade sliced through the air, a blinding flash of steel cut through the dim light of the tower. It was as if time stood still, the scene painted in harsh contrasts of shadow and light.

Erza's real form materialized before me, faster than I could have imagined. Her sword was a streak of deadly silver aimed straight at me.

A silent gasp escaped my lips, my body frozen in the realization of my miscalculation.

"I wasn't a worthy opponent." I chuckled. Not to her, not to him.

Since when have I been this weak?

Then, pain exploded through me, my body reacting even while my mind still tried to comprehend the reality of the situation.

I was falling, my grip on my katana slipping.

And as I hit the ground, the afterimages behind Erza's movements vanished, leaving only the real one standing tall and victorious above me.

"Where's Adam?" Erza asked, tilting her head slightly as she sheathed her sword.

"Jellal thinks he killed him, but between you and I, I sincerely doubt that," I replied through labored breaths, trying to push myself up from the ground, but failing.

How pathetic, to lose in such a manner.

But still, it wasn't that bad. To lose against someone of such level, it was almost an honor.

"Where's Jellal?" Erza asked after a moment of silence.

"In the top of the tower, licking his wounds," I answered with a pain filled smirk. "But I doubt he'll be there for long. He's not one to give up easily."

With that, Erza left, leaving me on the ground, staring at the ceiling, blood pooling around me, as I found myself lost in my thoughts.

How...

Kind.

Her blade was one without ill-intent.

She had avoided dealing any fatal blows with her last strike, even though she easily could have.

Unlike Adam's, whose blade felt as cold as the embrace of death.

Now that I think about it. They were two sides of the side coin, one of darkness and light.

It was almost poetic.