The Moonlight Swordsman



"Have you decided?"

"Yes," Aizel replied.

"Very well,"

Aizel approached Shoka with deliberate steps, leaned closer to him, and whispered his choice. 

"Alright. Everyone, the young war god has decided his ideal battleground. Without wasting any time, let's start the battleeeee......

"YEAH!!!...

"YEAH!!!...

"YEAH!!!...

"YEAH!!!...

Shoka clicked his finger, and suddenly a barrier engulfed Aizel and the remaining 100 Mages.

Before their eyes, the stage changed into a captivating sight: a small island surrounded by vast oceans.

Mountains and forests adorned the landscape, creating a picturesque scene that captured everyone's attention. 

The spectators and mages watched in anticipation, their eyes carefully observing every detail. 

The barrier that encased the island concealed its true nature from those outside, leaving them curious about what lay within. 

To satisfy their curiosity, large screens appeared, hovering in the air all around the Colosseum. 

These screens were a way for the audience to get into the hidden dimension and see the upcoming battle for themselves.

"Why does he choose an island? Wouldn't choosing something related to his element have brought him some advantage?" Zareena asked.

"Sparring Partner might have strategy involved here," Soren replied.

"Or what if he is just an idiot like you?" Edumont asked.

"That's why you will always stay beneath me," Soren replied.

"Don't argue among ourselves, guys," Raven said.

In the midst of the unfolding spectacle, Daisy and Hazel clutched each other's hands tightly, their faces filled with tension and worry.

"Softie will win... Softie will win...

Inside the barrier dimension...

Aizel was standing alone on the sandy shore of the island, his surroundings scattered with the presence of a hundred mages.

They were spread out over a large part of the island, their figures dotting the landscape like stars in the night sky. 

Aizel's gaze swept across the diverse assembly, taking in the sight of their varied robes, distinct symbols, and determined expressions. 

"Sekki,"

[Master]

"Let's show that other me, why are we worthy of our power."

[Yes Master, I am ready]

Aizel checked all the storage rings on all of his fingers, and with a satisfying nod, he started to walk toward the mages. 

The crowd in the Colosseum watches in excitement as the battle is finally going to start.

"IRFRIT,"

As if responding to some hidden command, the black bracelet encircling Aizel's wrist began to morph and shift, transforming into a liquid substance that swirled and coalesced around his body. 

A shroud of darkness enveloped him, gradually taking form and solidifying into a formidable suit of black armor. 

*PSSSSSSSS*  *PSSS* *PSSS* 

*VROOOOMMMMMMMMMM*

The armor emitted a resonant hum, akin to the roar of an engine.

Its intricately crafted fan blades began to spin with mesmerizing grace, drawing the gaze of everyone in the vicinity.

As the crowd waited eagerly for the show to start, they held their breath and grew more and more excited.

Even the Kings and Queens, who watched from their grand balconies with the other mages, were both curious and interested. 

"Magic Artifact!!"

"Did you provide him that Aquarian?" Xavier Valtor asked.

"This is the first time ever I have seen that," He replied.

"Maybe the War Goddess has given him that," Raigun Redmont said.

"The armor looks interesting," The King said.

Meanwhile, the Sword Emperor gazes intently at the armor, trying to figure something out.

Aizel summoned Sekki in his hand as he walked towards the mages.

Taking a deep breath, he yelled, "COME YOU FUCKING BUGS!, LET ME SQUASH YOU ALL TODAY!!!!"

Aizel's footsteps echoed across the ground as he broke into a sprint. 

In a seamless transformation, Sekki metamorphosed into a pair of blazing blades, their fiery essence illuminating the surrounding area. 

The hilt of each blade bore intricately designed chains, poised to unleash their power. 

Aizel charged forward with unwavering focus as a group of powerful Grade III mages ran toward him, their purpose clear from the looks on their faces.

"Kid how dare you call me bug...

"I will beat you to death today....

Soaring through the air, Aizel propelled himself upward, his body defying gravity for a fleeting moment. 

As he reached the highest point of his jump, he let out a whirlwind of blows. The flaming blades were spinning and slicing through the air with the assistance of the chains.

*BOOOOM*

The collision of blades created a thunderous boom as Aizel landed gracefully on the ground.

In a blaze of fiery brightness, the blades exploded into a spectacular explosion that engulfed the immediate area and sent all the nearby mages flying backward.

IRFRIT....

*PSSSSSSSSSSS*

From the tiny holes in Aizel's armor, wisps of smoke blew out into the air, shrouding the area in a mysterious haze.

The charging mages hesitated as they got close to the smokescreen, their initial fervor having been tempered by caution. 

One of the mage started shooting fireballs after fireballs, while another used wind to clear the smoke.

Smoke that had been thin and wispy turned into a thick cloud of deep red and black colors.

It clung to the air with an almost tangible presence, defying any attempt to disperse it with magic.

The area around them was covered in a thick veil that blocked their view and made them feel uneasy.

"Cowards, move back. I will handle him alone." One of the mage walks forward among the group. 

With a powerful physique and a complexion akin to midnight, he charged boldly into the ominous haze.

"Hmm... what is *Cough* I can't sense him."

"You get out *Cough* I am the great HU..

Without finishing anything, his head falls to the ground with his eyes wide open. 

[1 Down]

Sekki underwent another transformation, morphing into a magnificent bow adorned with countless arrows.

Aizel quickly put small containers on the tips of each arrow as he carefully planned his next move.

He shot the arrows with steady aim, and their paths spread out in all directions like a hypnotic dance.

The whistling arrows soared through the air with uncanny precision, finding their mark.

Seven mages, unable to evade the oncoming onslaught, were hit by the piercing arrows, their bodies jolting from the impact. 

But a few quick-thinking mages were able to quickly dodge the dangerous projectiles and barely escape their reach.

"I thought I would die.. but this is only a normal arrow," One of the mages said, after taking out the arrow that was stuck in his shoulder.

"Hmm.. what is this container?" 

*BUP*

Suddenly the container burst, and a small red flower bloomed that released a red poisonous gas, quickly engulfing the mage's face.

Without even being able to react, he dropped dead on the ground along with six other mages.

[8 down, 92 more to go]