War Grounds 69 AL GENTRIX & OSHO KAGASHI

"What's your name in real life?" Dreaming Blade's demonic purple face seemed to be at peace as he swatted the arrow that came from Macca's bow at a point-blank distance with his hand.

'What speed-!' Macca gritted his teeth; he immediately knew that the person before him was more troublesome than the one he had just killed - Battousai.

"Why do you ask?" Macca quickly distanced himself from the Demon Samurai. He was in a tight spot as all his skills were in cooldown.

"I keep a record of the people that I've killed in the game. My real name is Ebner Ichibana. Nice to kill you!" Dreaming Blade's grin was wicked as he started to shoot arrows non-stop.

Tsuk! Tsuk! Tsuk!

All attacks connected despite Macca's constant shuffling, hitting the white goblin's shoulders and knees.

Macca could only endure the pain as he fought with his own arrows too. However, in a contest of speed, he was miles behind before his opponent.

"Have you not wondered why I prefer the bow over the katanas?" Dreaming Blade taunted as he slowly walked towards Macca while firing arrows.

"W-why?" Macca's rhythm was messed up. In every arrow he fired, he received four more from Dreaming Blade.

"Because the opponent quickly dies if I wield the blades." Dreaming Blade's figure suddenly disappeared after he gave his answer.

"It's over." Osho's expression was grim as he gave his final judgment of the match before it actually ended.

Dreaming Blade suddenly appeared behind the white goblin; the neck of Macca was already in between the sharp blades of his katanas.

"Crei Ichibana. That's the real name of Battousai, my little brother that you had just killed. Now, now, now. What's the name of the pair of weaklings, that I'm about to destroy? And do you have any last words?" Any unnecessary movement between the two immediately stopped as Dreaming Blade asked; the life of Macca was in his blades.

"Haha. I hate it when things don't go as planned. I'm Jack McHeart, and my buddy's name is Harvy Giddy. Remember that! We'll be your worse nightmares in the future." Macca lowered his bow. He had already acknowledged his grim future.

"Good. I'm looking forward to that, Jack." Dreaming Blade wickedly grinned as he pressed his katanas inwardly, slicing through the soft meat of a goblin.

Slice!

Macca's lifeless white head viciously rolled on the ground, painting the cobblestone with black blood. Meanwhile, Dreaming Blade bowed towards the audience as if nothing gore happened. He was acknowledging the final opponent as Battousai's body resurrected behind him.

"Udil! Come down!" Dreaming Blade shouted with a playful tone.

SwitchFoot and Macca's bodies simultaneously appeared in the bleachers; they've quickly resurrected.

"I'm sorry." Macca immediately apologized to his teammates. He really hates it when things went awry. It was his weakness; he's terrible when it comes to on-the-spot adjustments. This was why he handed the position of a team captain to Al Gentrix.

"You did well, Jack. It was a genius discovery about the assassin's stealth. We'll explore more of that after we beat these Wandering Samurais. You too, Harvy. Great job in pinning Battousai." Al grinned with an approving look.

SwitchFoot and Macca cusped their hands as thanks to Al's kind words.

"Big Boss! Kick their assess. Will you?" The blue-skinned orc's eyes were hopeful as he asked his team captain.

"Yeah. I'll kick them one more time." Al grinned as he responded to Papa Bear's request. "How about you, Osho? Won't this be an overkill if you still join?"

"Hey, dude! Let me pop that hot air in your head! These two are the real deal opponents! Have you not heard of the famous Ichibanas? They're flaunting their bloodline to us! Crei and Ebner Ichibana are the only sons of my teacher, Sakuretso." Osho shook his head as he stood up from his seat.

"Oh? It's a small world, after all. What happened?" Al was a bit surprised.

"I'm not really sure. But from what I've heard, these two joined the rival of their father - Sultan Kudarat, whose Way of the Sword goes against the Tradition of Samurais. Let's beat them first. There's no better storytellers than a bunch of losers, after all. Come! When was the last time that I've carried you again?" Osho teased as he disappeared in a blur from the bleachers.

"Damn! I want to learn that technique too!" Udil followed. He was just about to show-off by jumping over the stonework-railings when he suddenly saw the extent of his fall should he choose to proceed.

'Yikes! It's so high-!' Al Gentrix has a fear of heights.
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"Go, captain! Beat them!" Macca cheered.

"Smash Battousai's skull for me, Big Boss!" Papa Bear added.

"Hehe. Thanks. Thanks!" Al was a bit embarrassed as he finally resorted to enter the arena through the stairs instead.

Meanwhile, Osho was already facing the two Demon Samurais.

Due to his death, Battousai's cocky aura mellowed. It was Dreaming Blade who took the helm instead.

"I'm sure that by now, you're already aware of our identities. You're a student of my stupid dad, right?" Dreaming Blade asked.

Shing!

Osho immediately drew his katana. "You don't speak ill of my master. All the more of your father!"

"Woah. Standdown. You're already Level 40, dude. Aren't you ashamed? Haha. Why don't you adjust your strength to our standards so that we can have a good fight?" Dreaming Blade raised his hands, gesturing a 'calm down.'

Osho returned his katana to his 'saya' as he adjusted his level to five.

"Haha! Are you really sure about that?" Dreaming Blade chuckled as Osho picked a level that was lower than theirs.

"If I pick 'level one,' wouldn't that be more insulting? Come. I'll show you that those who disgraced the Way must pay it with their lives." Osho changed his stance as he gestured a 'test me' with his right hand.

"Haha! I really like beating the students of Papa, Big Brother." Battousai finally made some noise as he came forward, the pair of katanas in his hand gleamed as it hungered for blood.

"Hey! Wait up!" Udil finally entered the stage. He no longer asked for SARS' help at this time; he's got someone that had stood the test of time with him since time immemorial - his best friend, Osho Kagashi!

Chapter end