The Duel

A rite of passage
Waiting for us both.
Soon we will be men.
Soon, we will be SeeDs.

Before our graduation
I will show you
Once and for all -
I am better than you.

As we spar,
Can you sense it?
The reality between us -
Which is superior?

Blade clashes on blade,
You fall in my trap -
I mark you the lesser,
But you don't surrender.

Terrible agony,
Your counterstroke -
Nonetheless, we both
Know now who is best.