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Kijin's eyes blazed as Kurikura rose up to the challenge, and slashed viciously at him. The blue-haired shikigami easily dodged the older one and they took the battle up into the skies, where the former had the advantage. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed, and the boy's heart was strong, steady. Unlike his father, he had never seen any reason to let such a menace go on living.
"Good one, boy. You fight well for one not yet grown," Kurikura remarked as he nimbly sidestepped a vehement swing from the dragon lord, a stroke that would have hit most of his opponents.
"Get this right. I am not my father, and sweet-talking me will not save you from the clutches of death! Can't you see it warmly beckoning to you?" Kijin hurled a thunderbolt at him, and it was through retreating rather hastily – and in an unrefined manner – that Kurikura could save his own skin.
With swordplay, Kijin was definitely no match for the RyuOu, and only by his own wit did he manage to level the score. Yet he did all in his power to stop Kurikura. The two opponents flew all over the sky, swords clashing, lightning flashing, fire blazing, and it did not take those below watching to realize that the two were almost evenly matched. "Certainly, Kijin-sama lives up to his name as being one of the twelve most powerful shikigami! He will surely surpass his father!"
SouRyu, upon hearing the news about the ongoing battle and his son's strength, smiled. Kijin-chan, it's in your power to stop him, and perhaps destroy him! You can do so only if you know the strength of your heart. I believe you will do me proud. Go, my son!
It was then did Tenkou suddenly come walking in, carrying Touda, Tsuzuki and Hisoka. Kouchin gaped in astonishment, the servants face-faulted, and SouRyu stared, but the little girl carried on walking, as though it was the most natural thing to do, and laid them gently on the floor. Her father stammered, "Ten… Tenkou-chan… nani wo shimashita ka?"
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Almost one whole day had passed, and Kijin was weary to the bone. His energy was running out, and he was wounded, but his will kept him going. He wielded his sword loosely now, and the lightning struck not quite as often as it did. Still, he kept up the chase, battling with Kurikura over land and sea, and in the air, over the trees in the forest, or high up in the clouds.
I mustn't let him go! Not so easily! I have to fight on…
Kurikura, too, was tired and badly wounded, but he did not show it quite as evidently as the younger shikigami. As sword met sword, and power clashed with power, he knew that he had met his match. Suddenly, he gave a quick, sharp stab, and it hit Kijin in the stomach! The boy gasped, and his eyes widened as he felt blood pour out of the wound, and his life ebbing away, slowly, steadily. Soon, he found himself falling, and the last thing he thought before his vision clouded and the world went black was, Tou-sama… gomen. I've failed you, failed this land… Gomen… gomen…
With a loud splash, the boy fell into the water, and sank deep down. Kurikura peered down into the sea, and saw nothing but a dark trail of blood, and knew he had won the battle. He laughed.
"Greenhorn."
~Chapter Three: The Battle Owaru~
Author's note: Aww… *cries* What's gonna happen to Kijin now? I guess the next chapter will be the finale to this story… Please R&R, people, so I can improve. ^.^