Academy War God: Unrivalled Magic

"This sword... is not for victory."

"It is for the one who has never completed his journey."

- Kagurain Kurenha [Tōun Academy - Dragonfang Arena] At dawn, Kagurain Kurenha, vice captain of the Swordsmanship Club, stood on the dueling platform.

He carried two swords across his back, one as slender as a willow branch, the other as heavy as a battle axe. Though both remained scabbards, wind and thunder already coiled around his body.

In front of him stood the third-ranked fighter of the Aozora Academy, Reirin Saki.

Dressed in a military-style azure robe, his expression was icy as he held a blade as fine as mist and smoke. He spoke only one sentence:

"This ends in thirty seconds."

[Act One: Flash Blade Style × Kurenha Still] Even before the battle drums sounded, Reirin blurred into motion - his body splitting into afterimages as he danced around Kurenha, forming an intricate web of slashes.

-Residual Flow: Blade Sealing Step Formation!

A masterpiece of speed-type swordplay, designed to suppress before contact.

But Kurenha didn't move.

He didn't even draw his blades.

Eyes closed, he simply placed one hand on his sword scabbard.

Startled, Reirin struck from behind, straight at Kurenha's heart.

His blade stopped - just inches from the target - when an invisible force blasted it back.

The crowd broke into whispers.

[Act Two: Crimson Break Style × Twin Blades Unsealed] "You used speed to test me... but you forgot the sword's true purpose."

Kurenha opened his eyes. A solemn red light glimmered inside.

"The trial that Senior Shirakawa left behind... I have inherited it."

Two deep reverberations came from the sword-case.

With a push of the mechanism, the case released - two blades slid smoothly into his hands.

Main Blade: "Moonbreaker" - specialized in shattering illusions with blinding blows.

Sub Blade: "Crimson Abyss" - a weighty sword that seals airflow and stops movement.

Kurenha stepped forward - silently, seamlessly - and instantly appeared on Reirin's flank.

-Twin Blade Style: Form Two - Scarlet Seal: Split the Wind Realm!

The slash was neither fast nor heavy. But it trapped Reirin's entire stance.

Suddenly, the world shifted. Reirin felt her spatial awareness collapse, her movements restricted as if the air itself had been frozen.

-This wasn't a strike to kill. It was a blow to sever space itself.

In the next moment, all of Reirin's afterimages shattered, and he was thrown back three meters by a crossing slash.

[Act Three: Blade's End × Oath of the Divine Sword] Reirin fell to his knees, his sword snapping as it hit the ground.

His eyes were empty. He muttered:

"I... was faster than you... by far..."

Kurenha sheathed both blades with a deep clang, his voice solemn.

"But your sword lacked conviction."

Turning away, he looked up at the grandstand - locked eyes with Yami Mikasa and the other club leaders.

"I inherited Senior Shirakawa's sword. Now-" "In the name of the Swordsmanship Club, I accept your agreement. If the Magic Club needs a blade... I, Kurenha, will draw mine."

[Tendō Kyōichi's Hospital Room] In the recovery wing, Tendō Kyōichi silently watched the drifting clouds outside.

When a nurse changed his bandages, he whispered to himself:

"So... Kurenha passed the test, huh..."

"Good. Then maybe I can finally... rest a little."

The camera panned to his trembling hand, blood seeping through the bandage.

"Too bad... the sword inside me... may never be drawn again."