Campione! Vol 11 Chapter 7

Chapter 7 - King of Swords Part 1 "It's been a while, my beloved Andrea! I was so worried about you!" "Stop spewing nonsense! You are the worst of trash and the greatest of idiots, Salvatore Doni!" On a warm spring night, in a bar lounge of a high cla.s.s hotel in Milan. A heartwarming reunion between two young men who had been separated for a fortnight. Furthermore, Italian media had exploded yesterday with the headlines "Castello Sforzesco, Collapsed!" believed to be perpetrated by left-wing extremist criminal organizations. Obviously, this news was fabricated to conceal the truth. Even more obvious than that, one of the culprits was right here -- Salvatore Doni. "I never thought you would kidnap and imprison me for the sake of causing that kind of commotion..." Andrea Rivera thundered with anger. Popularly known as the "King's Butler," his duties included attending to and monitoring Doni who was out of touch with modern society. One to do things meticulously, Rivera had always dressed impeccably. But today, he was wearing neither a tie nor a jacket. This was way too early for Cool Biz though. [1] As things happened, only four hours had pa.s.sed since he was rescued from mysterious kidnappers. Liberated from the Genoa station, Rivera immediately contacted all parties to get up to date and hurried over to his master in Milan. Still dressed in the clothes he was wearing as a prisoner, he had not spent any time on making himself presentable. The exchange just now were their first words to each other. "You're mistaken, Andrea. I had no idea you were even kidnapped. I was even wondering why I haven't seen you lately." "Undoubtedly only you could have been responsible!" Unshaven stubble on his face, Rivera angrily accused his master. They were able to maintain this manner of speaking between equals only because they were already friends before Doni became [King]. As a side note, no other customers were present in the bar lounge apart from the two of them. The only bartender at the counter waited silently on standby. Since the business running the hotel was affiliated with the [Copper Black Cross], this place was automatically reserved for Doni every time he casually strolled into Milan. Taking a seat at the counter, Rivera ordered a drink. "A straight whiskey please. Any brand will do." "When did you suddenly let yourself go? Be careful not to drink too much." "Because I have to clean up your messes, I'll be G.o.dd.a.m.ned busy starting tomorrow! How could I not drink!" Maintaining his silence, the bartender swiftly prepared the drink. The amber-colored liquid filled the shot gla.s.s. Rivera spoke as he drank. "Getting a prestigious magic a.s.sociation involved, turning a famous Milan landmark into rubble, instigating trouble with the seventh Campione for no good reason. If news of all this gets out, who knows how many people in Europe will be shocked senseless. The spread of information must be contained at all costs..." "You're still the same old Andrea, always getting worked up over matters of mere appearance." "d.a.m.n you and your appearances! This is prudence and common sense! By the way, is it tomorrow? Or the day after?" Seeing Doni not ordering anything, Rivera questioned. The Campione of Swords was a man completely foreign to asceticism. Normally, he ate more than double a normal person's portion. However, he did not even drink a drop of water this night. "It's tomorrow. My courtship finally bore fruit." Doni waved Kusanagi G.o.dou's "Duel Invitation" as he muttered. Whenever he was about to face an important battle, he always abstained from food and drink. Scientifically speaking, such abstinence was neither efficient nor meaningful. Nevertheless, the sensation of thirst and hunger was able to make his "sword" sharper than usual- (On the other hand, given the counterexample of times when he greedily stuffed himself with food and drink to store energy like a bear before hibernation, perhaps it was simply a matter of mood. Ultimately, he was a man who could not be explained through science.) In any case, the Campione of Swords had entered a state of battle. "Enduring this hardship will be worth it. This time my opponent is also filled with fighting spirit. He never admits it out loud, but I'm pretty sure I'm always on his mind." "Well, because your opponent is also a Campione." As the butler who served a member of this race for four years, Rivera exclaimed as he was struck by a wave of emotions. "After all, since it has already come to this! After you die, I will take care of the aftermath in accordance with your will. Any objections?" "Ah, that thing you forced me to write down a while ago. Sure, as you wish." As expected of my friend. Doni grinned craftily. As the Devil King's butler, Rivera was fully informed of what kind of person the current enemy, Kusanagi G.o.dou, was. Completely unversed in martial arts and magic, a j.a.panese student with only limited battle experience. Based on logic, there did not exist a single element that would lead to Doni dying -- or even losing. Nevertheless, Rivera already planned ahead for the possibility. Despite their human appearances, Campiones were more akin to "beasts" in nature. Even if they knew nothing of swords and magic, or had zero experience in hunting or battle, they easily and naturally obtained power during combat. Probably because that was their nature, they were able to slay a G.o.d in the first place. Or perhaps through slaying a G.o.d, they obtained that sort of nature? Doni had no answer to this question. In any case, even if he and the rest of the G.o.d-slayers were all beasts, he was a mutant who dared to entrust his destiny to the sword. Other than fighting G.o.ds and G.o.d-slayers repeatedly, there was no other way to train sword skills that worked on them alike. Hence he must fight. Following this cheerful and simplistic line of thinking, Doni looked forward to the duel tomorrow. Salvatore Doni and Kusanagi G.o.dou. Spending the night separately, they welcome the arrival of the next day. Doni arranged a ride with the [Copper Black Cross] and had them transport him to the sh.o.r.e of Lake Garda. This trip from Milan took less than two hours. Meanwhile, Kusanagi G.o.dou was waiting at the building designated as their battle stage. On this late April weekend, the sun was setting in the west. The domination of darkness was arriving. This former monastery, abandoned villa, and example of Romanesque architecture was where the two Campiones met once again. They were currently located in a vast s.p.a.ce on the second floor that had been used as a dance hall. "I've eagerly and impatiently waited for this moment, G.o.dou. I'm currently so touched!" "I'm the opposite. In fact, I'm in a particularly foul mood right now." Doni exclaimed with joy as G.o.dou scowled. A night breeze blew in through the window. The spring constellations should be visible from outside. Clearly it was such a pleasant night, but Doni took out his sword from his cylindrical case. "Why don't you find something to wield? This doesn't feel too right." "Give me a break. I'm not going to violate any weapons and firearms regulations." Towards G.o.dou and his faithful adherence to the laws of his home country, Doni displayed a thoughtful expression as he muttered: "I see. Then it can't be helped. Even though it's slightly embarra.s.sing... Oh well, just slightly. Because Campiones are equal, there's no need to mind such things." "You, there should be limits to how much of a useless human you can be!" G.o.dou finally called this older opponent "you" in a derogatory manner. Italy and j.a.pan. The two countries were too far apart in distance. Nevertheless, the two of them felt strongly about each other, recognizing each other as the kin who left the strongest impression- Perhaps their strange bonds of fate truly began at this very moment. "I will pay you back for that slice, as well as what you owe for the hardship Erica and her faction endured... Let's settle things here, Salvatore Doni!" "Hohoho. You look like you have some sort of plan. As you wish, Kusanagi G.o.dou!" Doni responded sharply as he watched G.o.dou throw a glance out the open window. Nevertheless, he did not try to figure what his enemy was thinking. Trying to think would prevent him from fighting. Emptiness of mind was Salvatore Doni's true skill, the basis for the sword of nothingness in thought. I shall entrust everything to my body, my arm and my sword. His thoughts were not applied towards how the sword was controlled. The body and the sword moved naturally in accordance to the heart. On the other hand, Kusanagi G.o.dou did not have a skill to entrust destiny to an empty state of mind. Using his own power together with his comrade's in a flexible and adaptive manner, he faced battle head on. Kin and peers who contrasted with each other in various ways. A spectacular duel was about to begin. The rematch with Doni was imminent. The previous fight ended with G.o.dou fleeing from the scene of battle. Using a baseball comparison, the current setup was like a rookie pitcher forced to face a formidable star batter in a direct confrontation with no way out. Recalling traumatic memories of the previous overwhelming defeat would be very unsettling- Like pitching a high inner corner fastball aimed at the batter's hands, G.o.dou was going to emphasize he had progressed ma.s.sively from before. 'Hey Erica, am I allowed to use this ancient villa in this manner?' 'Of course, I'm fine with it... Seriously, you are not only a hypocritical pacifist but also surprisingly unscrupulous.' After telling his partner the plan he came up with, that was the kind of comment he received. In any case, he had the owner's permission. G.o.dou pitched a dangerous ball without hesitation. "Come forth! This time, I allow you to rampage as much as you want, so hurry here!" G.o.dou summoned Verethragna's fifth incarnation, the [Boar]. ROOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAARM Familiar roars resounded all over the place. From beneath -- directly below the villa, or in other words, from the ground. This overly extravagant abandoned house is my gift to you. In return, wreak as much destruction as possible for me! Responding to G.o.dou's thoughts, the black gigantic beast suddenly manifested. Like a missile being fired straight up from the ground, the [Boar] jumped vertically! It penetrated the villa's foundations, first and second floors as if they were made of paper. The black beast's head, snout and tusks only flashed before the two Devil Kings' eyes for an instant. Of course, the perpetrator G.o.dou had foreseen this already. Traversing through the window, he leaped into the air without hesitation. Outside the house, directly below, he had already prepared a mattress that dated back to the building's days as a villa in use. Given a Campione's st.u.r.dy body, this level of safety precaution was more than sufficient. --In the instant he jumped out the window, G.o.dou witnessed Doni striking downwards repeatedly with his sword. "Haha, what an unexpected move!" The King of Swords was happily laughing away, not even showing a single shred of fear in the face of this nonsensical preemptive strike. Calmly, he counterattacked with a slash. Needless to say, his right arm was shining with silver brilliance of course. In theory, the sword's blade should have hacked apart the head of the [Boar] that was jumping straight up. After all, in a contest of ridiculousness, this man deserved a gold medal- G.o.dou was utterly amazed. After all, that magic sword was able to slice the entire Castello Sforzesco into rubble. Splitting the 20m-long divine beast cleanly into two would not be out of reason. However. ROOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAARM Creating sonic waves, the [Boar] produced roars accompanied by ultrasound. "Waaaaaaaah!" Just as the sword was inches from striking the [Boar], the sonic waves blew Doni away forcefully. Immediately after that, the [Boar] cleanly penetrated the villa's second floor and roof, flying into the sky above Lake Garda. "I guess in terms of ridiculousness, the [Boar] does not lose to Doni..." Finally landing on the mattress, G.o.dou muttered in wonder. Even though he had crouched out of habit and his foot struck his bottom, he did not suffer anything more serious than slight pain on his foot and bottom. The majestic gigantic beast kept rising through the moonlit sky like a rocket. Already familiar with the summoning, G.o.dou realized with a surprise. What a convenient monster it was. Compared to the other incarnations, its ease of use was overwhelming. The beast that could only be summoned with the intent of destroying a ma.s.sive object. In other words, this was the only incarnation that could be used freely according to G.o.dou's will. The [White Stallion] provided the greatest firepower while the [Warrior] may be the most versatile, but if ease of use was factored into the equation, the [Boar] was truly the ultimate trump card. "Oh yeah...? Was my intuition mistaken?" G.o.dou suddenly noticed. Perhaps, this was actually not a beast that was summoned to fulfill the wish of destroying something. Instead, destroying an object was simply the condition for summoning the beast. Once manifested, the [Boar] was only guided by its goal of destruction, merely responding to G.o.dou's orders cursorily on whim. "...You think I wouldn't know?" Probably best to keep the latter possibility a secret. G.o.dou secretly grumbled to himself. "No matter what, calling that guy out always causes widespread destruction. I have to be careful." G.o.dou gave himself a self-reminder as he looked towards the villa. The [Boar] in the sky reached its maximum height and began to fall. Not only was it falling, but it was also crashing down rapidly. ROOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAR! ! The ferocious roar displayed the beast's fighting spirit. Treating the villa as its target of destruction, the [Boar] crashed down from above like a flying body press. It intended to smash the villa to smithereens using its monstrous gigantic body. However, G.o.dou saw it. Standing in a corner on the roof, a blond handsome man appeared with his sword. Doni. G.o.dou had no idea how he survived the [Boar]'s sonic waves, but he seemed lively and healthy! "O Sword that pierces enemies with but a single swing. For the sake of plundering all life from creation, shine with brilliance!" Doni called out spell words and launched his sword in the manner of throwing a javelin. Infused with authority of the magic blade, the sword flew through the air. Its target was the defenseless belly of the rapidly descending giant beast. The [Boar] proceeded to emit its usual roars. ROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAR!! The invisible sonic waves blew away Doni's thrown sword -- that was what one would reasonably expect. However, a liquid metal resembling mercury gushed out from the flying sword, taking on a ma.s.sive elongated shape. The liquid silver instantly solidified to become a giant "magic sword." An exceptionally large magic blade measuring seven or eight meters long. Even as an improvised creation, it surprisingly resembled a sword in form. ROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAR!! Were it a sword of ordinary size, the divine beast's sonic waves would probably blow it away easily. However, it did not work against a sword of such ridiculous dimensions. Completely unaffected by the sonic waves, the gigantic silver magic blade continued its flight, striking the [Boar]'s belly and completely piercing through. Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!! Painful howls on the verge of death. This sword had ended the [Boar]'s life. Nevertheless, the black divine beast displayed its formidable will at this time. Even skewered, it continued its swift descent towards the villa. Measuring 20m in body length, it probably weighed a couple hundred tons. With that kind of monster crashing down on its gigantic belly, no villa could have survived no matter how grand or vast its scale. Naturally, it was demolished. Whether the roof, the ceilings, structural beams, pillars, walls or floors, all were crushed and pulverized without exception. Immediately after that, the [Boar], skewered by the giant magic blade, vanished in a puff of black mist. However, its foe, Salvatore Doni should have been on the rooftop of the villa demolished by the divine beast, what happened to that guy -- ? Focusing his gaze, G.o.dou found a figure in the flying dust cloud amidst the debris. He nodded. What a piece of cake it would be if victory could be obtained like this. However, he did not believe that man could fall so easily. The battle had not ended yet. Part 2 "Good job, G.o.dou. So amazing! I've fought all kinds of enemies before but rarely have I ever been struck by such a powerful preemptive strike!" Yelling out with an utterly delighted expression, Doni was completely unharmed. Close to a hundred symbols resembling cuneiform appeared all around him as if protecting him. Based on the shapes, they were probably Norse runes. This was Doni's [Man of Steel] authority which conferred an invulnerable body. "If that's the case, I really should counterattack in a manner no less spectacular than yours." For some incomprehensible reason, the handsome blond was grumbling in a completely serious tone of voice. "But I don't have anything fancier than swordsmanship. My duels have nothing to do with glamor. On the other hand, the flashiness of your many varied skills and abilities are so nice..." "What you did just now was flashy enough already!" "Eh, really? Then let's continue." Retorted by G.o.dou, Doni bent over and picked something up. It was his giant magic blade from before that was buried in the rubble. Staring at it once again, G.o.dou could not help but feel astonishment at how ridiculous the sword looked. The blade itself measured almost 8m in length while the hilt was about 1m or so. Proportionate to its length, the blade was also wide and of a st.u.r.dy and heavy construction. Hiding a child-sized object behind the sword would be a most simple matter. Doni stood at 185cm tall or so. The length of the sword was essentially four times his height in scale. Wielding the long and ma.s.sive sword without losing balance, the silver-armed Campione swung it using one hand with the sound of slicing wind. The scene was utterly ridiculous. "...Before I offer my opinion for reference, let me ask something first. Is that thing lighter than it looks?" "I've never weighed it before, but it's probably more than 300kg? However, since it's made of the same substance as my arm, I can move it freely as if it were my own arm or leg." Smiling proudly, the silver-armed Campione replied. "Hohoho, the enemies of us Campiones are not limited to fellows in human form. There are times when we must fight freaking huge divine beasts or demonic deities. In order to chop them apart in frontal combat, I created this mystic sword!" "Making your own sword huge to fight gigantic enemies, that's such a dumb idea!" While he criticized, G.o.dou truly felt terror in his heart. Indeed there should be limits to foolish notions. However, what if it happened to be backed by logical reasons? If Doni was able to swing the weapon freely despite its ridiculous length and weight- "So, let's try something flashy." Doni finally entered a stance with the ma.s.sive magic blade. Holding the hilt with both hands, he pointed the 8m blade towards G.o.dou in a manner similar to spear-armed heavy infantry, completely different to his earlier posture just now. The two were separated by roughly 15m. But given the ma.s.sive magic blade, the distance could be easily crossed. Yesterday, G.o.dou had mentioned it would be best to stay out of reach from Doni's sword. Obviously, this did not count as particularly brilliant insight. But he never expected the sword to grow in length as well. Hoo. G.o.dou exhaled. Finally it was time for a decisive direct confrontation. Now was the time to counterattack his opponent, the higher ranking [King]. Thinking calmly, he counted the number of incarnations at his disposal. He confirmed three incarnations as being usable. Then he will go all out and pit them against his enemy! "Skills must carry power -- no matter how G.o.dly a skill, without matching "power," one would simply fail and be slaughtered in the end." Doni quietly uttered words that seemed to be some kind of key to swordsmanship. These too, were spell words. In order to pour magical energy into the giant silver magic blade, infusing it with greater deadly formidable power. Then Doni aimed a "thrust" at G.o.dou. He attacked as he took a giant step forward. The long silver blade sped straight towards G.o.dou like an arrow. "d.a.m.n, you really can use it normally!" Cursing away, G.o.dou jumped sideways and evaded the giant magic blade. Just barely. Had he been fractions of a second too slow, he would have been sliced into two by the ridiculous blade. The situation had become that terrifying. "I am the strongest, crushing all who stand in my way!" Chanting Verethragna's scripture, G.o.dou used the [Bull] incarnation which required an enemy possessing great strength beyond normal parameters. Against this quickly swinging ma.s.sive magic blade, the "strength" behind it was all it took to satisfy the condition. G.o.dou ran over the mountain of rubble created by the [Boar]. Nothing remained of the house's original shape. The various building materials comprising the ruins were open to view. Pillars, sculptures, walls, floors, ceilings... All sorts of debris. G.o.dou discovered a suitable weapon amongst this pile of debris. It was the seven or eight meter tall statue of Madonna and Child which used to be displayed in the first floor lobby! Yelling out, he used the [Bull]'s monstrous strength to lift the statue that had somehow miraculously survived intact. "Yaaaaaaaaah!" This thing offered reach rivaling that of the ma.s.sive magic blade. Swinging the statue like a laundry rod, G.o.dou struck at Doni. Rather than expecting it to hit, G.o.dou simply planned to hinder Doni's movements. However, Doni did not dodge the attack. With a loud crash, the statue of Madonna and Child struck him on the cheek. G.o.dou was amazed. In that very instant, runes floated all around Doni, glowing brightly. To G.o.dou's great surprise, the sensations transmitted through his hands felt as though he had struck a heavy block of iron. Smashing into Doni, the statue of Madonna and Child crumbled to pieces. The King of Swords, surrounded by runic symbols, was completely unharmed. So this was a body of steel!? "Alright alright, your engine must be getting all revved up!" This time, Doni went for an overhead downwards chop. A direct chop like the act of splitting firewood. G.o.dou jumped backwards slightly to evade. However, Doni's wave of offense did not end there. Easily lifting the lowered ma.s.sive magic blade with his arm strength, he chopped down upon G.o.dou's head again. "Wah!" G.o.dou rolled awkwardly to the right and narrowly evaded the giant magic blade's pursuit. Instead of hitting G.o.dou, the gigantic magic blade embedded itself into the debris of the ruins with a crash. In that instant, calamity struck. An explosion happened, centered where the ma.s.sive magic blade was buried, generating light, explosive wind and Shockwaves. "O Sword, shining bright, release flames!" "What!?" With brief spell words, Doni's sword made the ground explode. Scorching heat and Shockwaves were generated as if a buried landmine had exploded. It felt like a strengthened version of the explosion magic Bianchi used in Sardinia. Nevertheless, it was unable to overcome a Campione's unreasonable resistance to magic. Although engulfed by the white explosion, G.o.dou simply suffered minor burns and scratches. However, he could not avoid being blown away by the explosive wave of heat and shock. Not only could Doni slice things apart, but he was also able to imbue his attacks with this kind of additional effect- Stunned, G.o.dou was blown away by the force of the explosion. Crash! His brief flight was halted by the impact of his back and the back of his head against a stone wall. His entire body was hurting, but thanks to this the distance between him and Doni was increased. G.o.dou sighed lightly as he searched his surroundings for weapons. "At this distance, I definitely won't miss!" Saying that, G.o.dou picked up a piece of debris with one hand, roughly three times the size of a bowling ball. He threw it with the same technique as if he were picking off a fast runner on second base trying to steal third. Using the [Bull]'s monstrous strength, this attack would have the destructive power of a cannon ball. Throwing it forward, the target was naturally Doni who was wielding the ma.s.sive magic blade. The stone flew at roughly 160km/h. Pitched at close range, it was more like a "fast stone" than a fastball. Even the blond Campione should be unable to pierce this stone with ease. But once again, Doni held his ma.s.sive magic blade like a spear, simply shifting the gigantic blade pointing at G.o.dou slightly to pierce the rubble. Then, an explosion occurred- From the rubble came a blinding white flash and wave of heat and explosive wind. The explosion swallowed Doni. It was only natural for the perpetrator standing the closest to be engulfed when the sliced target exploded. Nevertheless, surrounded by runic symbols, Doni remained unharmed. A nonchalant expression on his face, he seemed completely unaffected by the explosive heat and force. G.o.dou threw his second pitch. Using both arms to pick up a piece of debris that was ten times larger than the previous one, he threw it with all his might. Furthermore, it flew just as fast as the previous one. This time it struck on target. That piece of stone, most likely weighing over a hundred kilograms, violently smashed into Doni's body with speed and weight that even the strongest batters from America's Major League would not be able to hit back, becoming a vicious dead ball. However, the stone noisily shattered into pieces. Doni did not even sway the slightest from the impact. "Seriously, can't you be a little more human!?" "I don't want to be criticized like that by you!" Objecting, Doni made a thrust. Within the tiniest of instants, the magic sword's blade already reached G.o.dou. --Using a normal sized sword, Doni had once exhibited magical slashing attacks that could not be felt coming. But because the giant magic blade was over ten times longer, G.o.dou was also much further away from Doni. Thanks to that distance, G.o.dou had slightly more time to see him perform his sword strikes. Presumably because of that, G.o.dou found it much easier to evade his slashes compared to the time at Castello Sforzesco. Once again, G.o.dou jumped at the last second to dodge the sword blade. The giant magic blade struck the wall behind G.o.dou instead, severing it into two. At the same time, it produced the usual white explosion, sending G.o.dou's body flying. Once again, G.o.dou landed on the debris laden ground, though his injuries were still minor. Pushing himself up, G.o.dou noticed the shattered Madonna and Child before his gaze. It was the statue he had used to strike Doni just now. Although the top half was smashed, the bottom was still intact. Let me hinder him by throwing this thing at him -- just as the thought crossed his mind. G.o.dou saw a silhouette like a magical bird's. Wielding the giant magic blade, Doni leaped effortlessly. Due to the destruction of the villa's ceiling, the moon was visible up in the sky. However, the figure of the silver blade and the magical swordsman completely blocked G.o.dou's view of the moonlight. It was a giant leap that almost instantly crossed the ten-odd meters that separated them. --G.o.dou recalled. This was a skill that Erica had also displayed in Sardinia. A movement technique that allowed a flesh-and-blood human being to obtain superhuman leaping ability and speed rivaling cars. Doni could also use it! Doni's landing spot was the lower half of Madonna and Child that G.o.dou was staring at. Stepped on by the handsome man's boots, the statue crumbled again. It failed to support Doni's weight, as if his ma.s.s was on the order of tons -- ! "Hoho. Using this allows me to increase my ma.s.s as much as I want as dictated by inclination of spirit. But if I carelessly trample and wreck places, people get angry... By the way, right now I weigh something like a bulldozer?" Doni declared boldly as runes glowed brightly all around him. The mysterious symbols which conferred his durability of steel. Apparently that was not the only effect! "Take a small car for example. I could step on it lightly if I wanted to, but then it wouldn't have much of an effect. It's quite annoying." "...I see, becoming st.u.r.dy would only defend against an enemy's attack, but without the ma.s.s of iron, one would be sent flying no matter how st.u.r.dy--!" G.o.dou recalled what happened when he smashed the statue of Madonna and Child against Doni. Not only was it hard, there was also a feeling like hitting something exceptionally heavy. If G.o.dou was not infused with the [Bull]'s monstrous strength, his arms would have been injured from the force of reaction. Struck by that, as well as other pieces of debris, Doni remained motionless. Against the King of Swords, those types of heavy attacks were completely insignificant. Given Doni in his current state, he could probably engage giant Melqart and his clubs Yagrush and Ayamur in closequarters combat as equals. He was different from the artfully sublime masters he had fought before. Depending on need, this man could transform himself into a heavyweight warrior who could pit his strength against gigantic G.o.ds. Crushing enemies by pure "strength" yet maintaining the movements of a lightweight body. What a complete monster. Pure "strength" alone was not enough to compete against this guy. G.o.dou made his decision. Even though he was unsure how effective it would be, he had no way of knowing unless he tried. Just now, he had confirmed that three incarnations were available. Abandoning the first, the [Bull], G.o.dou switched to the second, the [Warrior]. The night before, together with Erica, he had forged the blade of spell words- Not too long ago, G.o.dou had discovered that this weapon was also effective against the authorities of Campiones. As a safety precaution, the act the two of them underwent by joining their hearts as one, became the trump card at this critical juncture. Part 3 "Salvatore Doni. Silver-armed Nuadha, whom you defeated, was the king of the Tuatha De Danann worshiped by ancient Celts. This deity's majestic form, as befitted the king of the ancient world, survives to this day." Light appeared in response to G.o.dou's whispers. Shining brilliantly golden, spheres of light. Roughly the size of baseb.a.l.l.s. "As the king of the Tuatha De Danann, Nuadha was also a war G.o.d who wielded the sword of victory. At the time, he was not yet silver-armed. However, while commanding his subordinates in the conquest of Ireland, he was injured in a battle against local deities, thereby losing his right arm." In the blink of an eye, the number of light spheres shining brightly in G.o.dou's surroundings increased in number. Compared to the scattered few in the beginning, it multiplied to dozens and then to over a hundred. "Due to this injury, Nuadha was forced to give up his position as king. Hence, the G.o.d of physicians forged a new arm of silver for the one-armed former king. Nevertheless, the silver-armed G.o.d Nuadha did not regain his throne at this point. He was only restored to power after he was perfectly restored with an arm of flesh and blood." Every time spell words were composed, new spheres of light were born, increasing the brilliance illuminating the surroundings. This brightness was G.o.dou's weapon as the [Warrior] -- the [Sword] of spell words. "The king must be a warrior. Powerful, formidable, and physically perfect. This was a common tradition in the ancient world. So long as Nuadha remained the 'one-armed G.o.d,' he was ineligible to be restored to power!" The numerous lights from the [Sword] were shining radiantly like the brilliant mult.i.tude of stars in the Milky Way. Seeing these shining lights, Doni smiled. "Hohoho... I know." Instead of his usual cheerful and foolish grin, this was a smile filled with the joy of battle as befitted the prodigious talent of the incomparable King of Swords. "This is a [Sword] eh? A sword not forged and polished from iron but carved and formed out of spell words. A sword of wizardry. G.o.dou, you too are a sword-wielding G.o.d-slayer! How interesting!" Bearing the magic blade, Doni yelled loudly. "Facing me who is served by a sword of steel, you oppose me with a sword constructed from spell words... Salvatore Doni and Kusanagi G.o.dou's styles share no commonality at all. Hoho, but that's who we are, after all!" Doni's eyes were flashing with a strange sense of kinship and compet.i.tive spirit. "Yes. Conflicts between us Campiones are always undertaken as battles of obstinate wills, to prove whose manner of doing things is superior! You seem to have finally understood that promise. I am so happy!" Doni made a thrust with the giant magic blade again. However, G.o.dou no longer dodged. Instead, he chanted spell words. "Glorious victory in my hands, evildoers shall never triumph over me!" G.o.dou caused the dozens of flashing [Swords] around him to accelerate. Doni's makeshift giant magic blade crashed towards them as they flew in the air like shooting stars. Flash, flash, flash, flash -- flashing nonstop, the [Sword]'s lights crossed paths with the extra large silver magic blade for an instant. In less than a tenth of second before the magic blade was going to slice G.o.dou apart... The giant magic blade which should have cleanly split G.o.dou apart straight down from his head, shattered noisily as if it were made of gla.s.s. Carrying the ability to sever silver-armed Nuadha, the [Sword] destroyed the giant magic blade. However, Salvatore Doni's right arm remained in its silver state. His hand still held the base of the giant magic blade, the completely ordinary sword. Doni's authority, the [Ripping Arm of Silver], was still intact. "Not completely severed eh..." "I think you've already done superbly. Excluding the G.o.ds, I don't think there's more than four people who could actually fight back against my sword strikes." Nuadha's authority was deeply rooted in the very being of Salvatore Doni's soul. Realizing that this core component had not been severed, he offered praise to G.o.dou along the lines of "ranking amongst one of four warriors in the world." But you just watch, I'm going to sever it next -- As G.o.dou intended to chant spell words again. "How befitting of a [Sword] of spell words. Well, isn't it great to have something so convenient? But now that I understand what kind of weapon it is, I will commit myself accordingly." As Doni smiled, the protective runes surrounding him vanished. "I... I forbid the existence of things I cannot cut." The glow of the silver arm increased. The same glow was also added to the sword held in Doni's hand. "G.o.dou, your [Sword] seems to be a weapon meant for slicing apart my 'magic sword.' But I hereby swear, I shall sever your [Sword] in turn. Putting my full strength on the line!" The Campione of Swords' declaration of intent was also composed of spell words. Salvatore Doni went as far as to a.s.sert he would slice apart Verethragna's [Sword] that stood as Nuadha's natural predator, getting all fired up with magical power. For this purpose, he deactivated the [Man of Steel]. Pouring forth all the magical power he could muster into the "magic sword." G.o.dou received quite a fright, probably due to the [Warrior] incarnation. Knowing his enemy's origins with deep understanding, it felt like these traits of the [Warrior] allowed him to read his enemy's intentions. This ability was warning him, that Doni's oath could possibly -- could actually be realized. Doni's authority specialized in "slicing attacks." As a result of this simplicity, the silver "magic sword" was infused with divine might allowing it to cut through even its own natural predator! "So... I will sever it before you succeed!" Just as G.o.dou steeled his determination, Doni approached suddenly. But rather than shortening the distance instantly, he was walking at a casual pace. In fact, he was taking carefree steps as if visiting the home of a friend or a relative. From the way he walked, one would not have been able to tell a duel was in progress. Nevertheless, by the time G.o.dou noticed, Doni had already "swiftly" appeared before him. He was within the range at which he could capture G.o.dou with his sword! Faster than the eye could follow, G.o.dou was within striking distance of Doni's sword by the time he realized. G.o.dou had witnessed at Castello Sforzesco the same inscrutable movement technique that made Doni resemble a heavenly being riding upon clouds. "Defeating thousands with the strength of hundreds, vanquishing tens of thousands with the attack of thousands!" Terrified by Doni's G.o.dly technique, G.o.dou chanted spell words once more. He instantly summoned a hundred [Swords] to form a protective shield before him, while Doni struck at the densely gathered golden lights resembling a galaxy, his sword moving as if propelled by burning flames. At that very moment, [Sword] and "magic sword" clashed openly. Blocked by the golden light, the silver magic sword's motion halted. Clearly only 50cm away from reaching G.o.dou's body, it could not advance any further. The silver-white light enveloping the sword, flickered intensely like the flames of a dying candle. This was the result of the golden stars blocking the sword's path, which still carried the effect of sealing the silver-armed authority. Doni's "magic sword" and the power to "slice through all existence" were gradually being chipped away and progressively weakening. However, the one whose face was distorted by anxiety was G.o.dou. And the one grinning nonchalantly was Doni instead. "I've heard from those people at Palermo who observed your fight against Melqart. You seem to have usurped from Verethragna the ability to sever a 'divinity' itself. Using this ability really would allow you to fight to great effect against all sorts of deities." Doni pushed his magic sword of light further slightly. 1cm, followed by another 1cm. The sword's blade gradually approached G.o.dou. "In any case, it could target only a specific portion of the authorities held by a deity, right? Well, that's not enough to overwhelm the enemy like some kind of miraculous panacea -- that was my conclusion as soon as I heard the report. It's just as I thought!" Completely correct, it was exactly as Doni described. G.o.dou nodded in acknowledgement. The golden [Sword] originally could sever the silver sword with ease. However, an excessively simple power like "slicing through all existence" combined with the fact that Doni poured forth his entire power to strengthen it, that sort of over optimistic personality was a recipe for disaster. It made what should have been severable inseverable. Furthermore, Doni's "magic sword" was slowly pressing forward even as it weakened. G.o.dou glared intensely at Salvatore Doni. This handsome man was undoubtedly a great idiot. And very obviously, he had many flaws. Nevertheless, he displayed unusual cunning where it mattered. Also, he had mastered many ultimate techniques. Erica called this man a genius of the sword. But having fought him in actual combat, G.o.dou now realized that the description was completely insufficient. Being inexperienced, G.o.dou could not tell or imagine how much hardship Doni had endured throughout his training. Nevertheless, he could believe it was the result of efforts acc.u.mulated day after day, immersed in a domain of crazed obsession- Obsessively ignoring sleep and food, avoiding all mundane tasks, focusing entirely on honing a single art. No everyday life, no ordinary happiness. Only thoughts focused on upgrading one's skill, repeating every day by trial and error without end. It could only be something like that. Like playing an RPG where the acc.u.mulation of experience points did not rely on artistry. Never indulging oneself, never compromising, always pushing one's body and mind to the limits of exhaustion, striving towards "that particular direction" with foolish obsession. Ultimately, Doni achieved a level that ent.i.tled him to be called a "sword demon" or a "sword G.o.d." "...Against this kind of opponent, victory cannot be seized without sufficient determination--" G.o.dou secretly grumbled to himself. The protective shield formed by the golden [Sword] barely managed to block Doni's sword. However, only 20cm remained before the blade would reach G.o.dou's body. G.o.dou was not confident if he could sever Doni's "magic sword" before that. Nevertheless, he still had an ace up his sleeve -- Entirely the result of being in the form of the [Warrior], he could inexplicably experience his enemy's greatness. As much as he wished to deny it, he felt compelled to offer utmost praise to his opponent. Precisely because of that, G.o.dou very naturally resolved himself to use his trump card. "In that case, I'll show you my spirit and determination!" G.o.dou recalled all the [Swords] which were not being used as part of the protective shield. Numerous golden spheres of light were attracted to G.o.dou's body, gathering together, shining with spectacular brilliance. As if enveloped by a galaxy of stars, G.o.dou immediately took action. At the same time, this gave Salvatore Doni an opening to exploit. "What!?" G.o.dou dispelled the protective shield standing between him and Doni. Due to the barrier's disappearance, the sword enveloped in silver-white light headed straight towards G.o.dou. This resulted in a diagonal slash from the left lower flank across to the right shoulder. G.o.dou's body, enveloped in golden light, was viciously sliced. A great volume of blood gushed out. It was as if a "/" symbol had been carved on his upper torso. This was the first time G.o.dou experienced such an injury. Not only his skin and muscle, but even all the bones and internal organs between his left flank and right shoulder were sliced through. Rather than pain, the sensation was more accurately described as burning. G.o.dou's body swayed and he nearly fell on his knees. He was only able to endure thanks to a Campione's resilient body and an athlete's unrelenting spirit. Salvatore Doni was truly terrifying. Without using anything more than a sword of ordinary sharpness, he had sliced through bones that were harder than iron. Furthermore, he had not relied on his authority- "Ha, hahahaha, I see I see. You actually had this up your sleeve." On the other hand, Doni was laughing so hard his shoulders were shaking. His silver-white arm had returned to flesh. Covered with blood, the sword had also lost its silver glow. "I get it now. Given that I was slicing at your body, if you preemptively positioned your [Sword] there, it wouldn't be difficult to intercept my 'magic sword.' However, you had to resolve yourself to be sliced!" As he laughed, his eyes stared at G.o.dou with exceptional pa.s.sion. Just as Doni described, the trump card Kusanagi G.o.dou employed was his own "body." Using his body to bait the "magic sword," the price he paid was the suffering of a vicious slash. Only by neutralizing Nuadha's authority at the very last moment, G.o.dou escaped bifurcation. Although the price he paid was extremely heavy, his plan went off smoothly as intended... Most likely, the [Sword] could only seal Nuadha's authority temporarily. That was what he speculated from the feeling. However, it should be more than ample for the duration of the duel. "This is really great! For you to come up with this creative idea in a situation like this, and have the decisiveness to put it into action. G.o.dou, you're really foolish enough for an idiot!" "1-1 don't want to be called an idiot by an idiot!" "Hey hey, I was praising you there." While G.o.dou protested as he panted from the intense pain, Doni spoke with an air of nonchalance. "Originally I looked forward to a duel simply because you are a Campione. But now, I understand things differently. Kusanagi G.o.dou -- you are a man I approve as worthy to be my 'friend.' I clearly realize that now." Casually stated by the young man possessing the divine arm and a sword demon's martial arts. "F-Friend...?" "Ah yes. Not simply familiar opponents. We will probably cross swords a good many times in the future and develop a relationship where we communicate through exchanges of the fist. Sometimes fighting each other, sometimes fighting as comrades, but ultimately we will seek each other out for a decisive duel -- that's what I see for our future." "That... That's not what friends do. That's more like rivals or compet.i.tors!" In response to G.o.dou's objections voiced through pain endurance, Doni nodded with a nonchalant expression. "Indeed. Written 'mortal enemy' but p.r.o.nounced 'friend.' Isn't that a wonderful relationship?" "How is that wonderful in any way?!" Why did he have to retort so desperately? G.o.dou muttered as he activated the [Camel] incarnation. Now that his friend -- no, enemy had lost Nuadha's arm, the [Warrior] was no longer needed. Due to the severe injury he had just suffered, it became usable. As the numerous golden spheres of light vanished, replacing them was the infusion of ferocious beast-like combat ability into his body. Amongst Verethragna's abilities, this was probably the strongest incarnation in terms of close-quarters combat. This incarnation could very well back Doni into a corner. G.o.dou realized the battle had finally reached the endgame. Part 4 Last night, having completed the [Sword] for slicing Nuadha. Erica Blandelli suddenly changed her att.i.tude towards Kusanagi G.o.dou. Since she had already expressed her love in no uncertain terms, plus the fact that the two of them had already kissed pa.s.sionately, there was no point in behaving conservatively anymore. Her first change was the sense of distance she kept with G.o.dou. She was now always within arm's reach, or even so close that she could kiss him any time simply by drawing her face nearer. This was the sort of extremely close distance she maintained. As a result, she discovered how amusing and cute it was to see G.o.dou clearly losing his composure. Struck with mischievous thoughts, she would caress G.o.dou for no apparent reason, sometimes kissing him lightly on his lips or cheeks all of a sudden. "Hey G.o.dou... We really should sleep in the same room tonight, right?" Late at night, that was what she whispered softly into G.o.dou's ear. Desperately objecting to her proposal, G.o.dou locked himself in another room. --In terms of lacking in dating experience, Erica and G.o.dou were actually about equal. However, compared to Erica who had plenty of opportunities to observe open displays of affectionate couples in public, G.o.dou had always maintained an att.i.tude of avoidance. This exemplified their differences in culture and personality. Determined to accommodate their differences and enjoy her relationship with him, Erica brought along the youth she loved when she went out that morning. Walking on foot for about twenty minutes, they came to a lakeside cafe. Whether during the walk or inside the cafe, Erica naturally stuck to G.o.dou virtually all the time. Up until yesterday, bystanders would probably conclude they were simply "very close friends." But now, having witnessed their behavior this morning, most people would probably speculate they were "a loving couple." Erica happily accepted such views. On the other hand, G.o.dou was bored senseless trying to shrink himself from sight. Finally, Erica returned to her usual att.i.tude. It was after they had finished their espresso and croissant breakfast at a waterfront table. Erica had casually mentioned the duel, thus bringing up the most important subject of the day. "Starting from just now, I don't know why, but I keep thinking about this idea." G.o.dou finally recovered some life in his eyes. However, it also felt embarra.s.sing to gaze into Erica's eyes, so he immediately looked away whenever their gazes met. Hence, his view had settled somewhere over on the lake. "The designated battleground for the duel, could also be chosen there." "There... G.o.dou, you don't mean that, do you? Why?" Her beloved youth's gaze was focused on a certain object ahead. Noticing the object bobbing slowly on the surface of the clear lakewater, Erica questioned. "Look, the villa that was once a monastery, you said it was fine to destroy it, right? But if we do it here instead, I was thinking if we could sink that b.a.s.t.a.r.d Doni to the bottom of the lake. --Wait a minute, it's probably not gonna work. I don't think sending that idiot into the water is enough to end the fight." G.o.dou muttered repeatedly with uncertainty. "Actually, it's probably to your disadvantage if the fight ends up in the water, G.o.dou. Sir Salvatore can apparently survive thousands of meters deep in the ocean." Normally suppressed by common sense, G.o.dou's tendency towards drastic action seemed to be subtly expressing itself. It must be due to the approaching duel. Observing with great amus.e.m.e.nt, Erica spoke: "Sir Salvatore's authority of invulnerability is not limited to making his body durable. Reportedly, there was one time when he was fighting a sea G.o.d somewhere, the ship that carried him there was sunk into the Puerto Rico Trench. But a week later, he returned safe and sound. A legend that sounds like some kind of joke." "Is that guy some kind of deepwater creature..." "It would not be surprising if he rivals a tardigrade's ability to survive." As a side note, the tardigrade was a microorganism roughly a millimeter in body length. It was the kind of resilient existence that could enter a state of suspended animation, allowing it to survive extreme environments such as high temperatures, low temperatures and vacuums.^ "G.o.dou, if you really have that intention, I could help you obtain that thing to ride. Yes, there's the spell I mentioned yesterday. At my current level, even moving that size of metal is no problem at all." "l-ldiot. It was just a thought. Don't treat it seriously." The suggestion was tentatively rejected by G.o.dou. Very likely, this idea was proposed with roughly 52% seriousness -- although that was what Erica suspected, she did not voice it out. This was a knight's compa.s.sion. --In any case, the night of the duel finally arrived. Erica Blandelli did not partic.i.p.ate. Like the battle against Melqart, she waited on standby in case of changes in the situation. She kept a fair distance away from the two Devil Kings. Also, regarding Erica's partic.i.p.ation: "Since this is clearly meant to be a one on one duel, wouldn't this be unfair?" "No problem. When G.o.dou summoned the [Boar], didn't Melqart call forth his servants? Having divine beasts or familiars to a.s.sist in fights is actually fundamental to the battles of your ilk." Despite G.o.dou's objections, she replied nonchalantly. And now, under Erica's careful watch, G.o.dou had sealed the "magic sword" by using his own body as bait. Though heavily injured, he was now able to use the [Camel] to face off against the Campione of Swords. "Now, let's start concluding things officially." As Doni muttered, the runes of [Steel] spread all around him. On the other hand, G.o.dou seemed to be frowning from the pain of the sword injury. However, the bleeding had already stopped. Apparently, his healing powers were even stronger than usual. This was probably one of the abilities of the [Camel], in addition to conferring beast-like combat ability and exceptional kicking power. His body also seemed lighter and more agile. Using speed that no track athlete could hope to match, G.o.dou suddenly broke into a run. Nevertheless, Salvatore Doni pursued with a knight's [Leap] magic. This was the physical technique known as qinggong to Chinese martial artists whose use conferred exceptional running and jumping ability. Wherever Doni ran, deep footprints were left behind conspicuously on the ground. It was reminiscent of the tracks left behind by the treads of heavy machinery. Just as Doni described, his weight must have multiplied to a frightening degree. However, Doni continued to run with his usual speed and posture. "Sir Salvatore's [Man of Steel]... Turns out to be even more ridiculous than imagined." Murmuring to herself, Erica also began to run. She too, was capable of [Leap] magic so there was no worry she would be left behind. In mere minutes, G.o.dou raced down the mountain path that had taken him thirty minutes to climb yesterday. Doni took slightly longer followed by Erica who had been hiding. G.o.dou's destination was the pier on the lakeside. This was where many private yachts were moored. Lake Garda, as Italy's largest lake, was a place that allowed the enjoyment of marine leisure activities. G.o.dou ran there with the blond Campione in pursuit. His target was very likely — Erica observed the direction he was running towards. She could tell immediately. Before her eyes were the ships used for touring Lake Garda. Since it was night time, all these ships were moored in preparation for setting sail the next day. "I was really so surprised to hear you describing yourself as a pacifist and someone with common sense. Clearly whenever you come across something advantageous in battle, you almost never hesitate to make use of it." Surprisingly, he went beyond a simple lack of scruples. Erica murmured to herself. "Probably, you'd use anything unscrupulously so long as it wasn't overtly cowardly or villainous. And with great momentary decisiveness!" Erica could imagine what G.o.dou was about to do. Born sharp and intelligent, and having spent brief but intense days with the youth, she naturally figured out what he almost suggested. She saw G.o.dou jump with great agility, leaping onto the deck of the tour ship. Chasing after him, Doni also jumped onto the ship. The instant he landed, the ship rocked violently, presumably due to the blond handsome man's excessive weight. Prepared for the situation, Erica chanted spell words as she came before the ship. "In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my G.o.d: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears. Then the earth shook and trembled; the foundations also of the hills moved and were shaken... Because he was wroth!"^ Choosing a ship as the stage for the duel and having the [Boar] destroy it. That was the plan suggested earlier in the morning. However, even if they did that, Salvatore Doni would probably survive miraculously. Regardless, the [Boar] was temporarily unusable for now. In that case, G.o.dou's goal should not be that. Most likely, he intended to take advantage of his enemy's "invulnerability"...! Starting from the ruins of the monastery, a long distance run took place for six minutes or so. Switching locations to the deck of a tour ship, the final round of the battle began. A diagonal straight sword cut across his upper torso, G.o.dou faced off against Doni. "Finally the foot race has ended... This can't be your hobby. I was beginning to think you were trying to use some kind of long range weapon." Bearing a sword and the runes of [Steel], Doni smiled fearlessly. Compared to before, his current expression displayed less foolishness and more acuity. G.o.dou knew that he looked more like a proper lady-killer when his face was like that. His beautiful voice whispering softly, expressed complete manliness despite the sweetness in tone. "If I could still use the silver arm, I'd simply slice the ground to pieces to bury you." "Gee thanks, I'm really relieved that you can't do something so lacking in common sense." Retorting with sarcasm, G.o.dou was currently using the [Camel] incarnation. The straight slashing wound was not too painful but only felt a little hot. This was probably the [Camel]'s effect. "Fufufu. Ignoring your own issues, that's really quite a flaw of yours." Doni "swiftly" approached as he remarked rudely. At the same time, he sliced with his sword like a flame haze. Even without Nuadha's authority, Salvatore Doni was still a person who could use the magic sword on some level. The [Camel]'s combat sense managed to see through that magical swordsmanship. As G.o.dou dodged by the slimmest of margins, Doni watched with a nonchalant expression. "This time, you're using an ability that enables you to engage me in close-quarter combat. Your authority appears to allow you to switch between warlord Verethragna's ten incarnations." "You are right." "I knew it. Given that the ten incarnations have the quality of switching, it feels like there should be all sorts of usage conditions. Once you master your authority, things will be really interesting." Doni dangled his sword vertically by his side, resuming his usual stance. "However, all that would be meaningless if you were to fall here!" As soon as he finished his merciless declaration, he slashed. A horizontal slash! G.o.dou focused his vision to watch Doni's sword clearly. Comparing Erica's sword swings with Doni's, G.o.dou finally understood that the latter's trajectories were far more compact. Using shorter, smaller trajectories, he was able to swing his sword much faster! Furthermore, his swings carried greater impact, delivering intense power with his sword! All these factors combined to produce those "flame haze"-like sword strikes that were difficult to evade. Very likely, Doni was capable of slicing at maximum force even when limited to short distances of 30cm. Truly, his was a magic sword transcending common logic. "And that's why this guy is a master!" Expressing admiration and annoyance simultaneously, G.o.dou did not retreat from this attack. A sure-kill horizontal slice to the torso. Impossible to evade. There were no avenues for retreat backwards or to the side. This was what the [Camel]'s instincts sensed. The only way to survive was -- forward! G.o.dou's body moved on its own. Stepping ahead of where Doni's swing was heading, he jumped lightly, sending a sudden knee towards the face of the Campione who possessed the weight and hardness of steel. Doni blocked G.o.dou's knee with his left palm. The impact felt like kicking an iron plate, but G.o.dou's kneecap did not fracture. After all, the [Camel]'s kicks had the power to shatter concrete and break iron plates. Although Doni's left palm was completely unharmed, that did not matter. Thanks to running forward, as long as G.o.dou avoided the sword's blade, as long as it was only Doni's right arm that struck him, his body could still endure. "Eh." Grunting, Doni stepped on G.o.dou's instep. It felt like a heavy block of iron had been dropped on it. While G.o.dou was distracted by the pain from his left foot... Doni used his unarmed left hand to push G.o.dou's chest. This seemed like a light shove, but was actually a terrifying palm strike. With a great thud, G.o.dou felt like the core of his body was struck by a crushing impact, sending him toppling backwards. The sensation was like being rolled over by a fully accelerated dump truck. To think the [Man of Steel]'s weight could be used to attack in this manner! Furthermore, while performing these actions, Doni turned the sword in his right hand at the same time. He was aiming for a straight thrust for piercing G.o.dou's throat. In order to evade, G.o.dou arched himself and leaned backwards. As Doni's sword missed, G.o.dou aimed a kick at his right fist which held the sword. However, the st.u.r.dy and heavy arm did not even budge from the impact. "Still not giving up, G.o.dou? But how much further can you endure?" Doni swung his sword at G.o.dou's horizontal posture, slicing at his abdomen. This attack caused G.o.dou to roll on the ground to evade. Though his posture was most unbecoming, there was no other choice given the circ.u.mstances. In order to survive, G.o.dou took desperate measures. His enemy was an expert in close-quarter combat, and a super heavyweight as well. Furthermore, G.o.dou's left foot was now injured by the stomping, rendering his agility useless. Standing up, G.o.dou found the night breeze blowing across his face rather chilly. "No, there's no need to endure any further. I'm so relieved." Cornered to this extent, indeed there was no point in seeking victory through close-quarter combat. However, G.o.dou began to smile. He could feel his lips twisting grotesquely. Because he knew the opportunity for counterattacking had finally arrived, his fighting spirit was roused intensely. "Something I possess, but you don't, has given me a final chance. If this doesn't work, then I have no hope of winning -- so I will give it a try!" "Hoho. What naive words." G.o.dou conversed with Doni as he thanked Erica in his heart. Even though he did not have the leisure to confer with her, his "partner" had already read his intentions perfectly. While the two G.o.d-slayers were fighting on the deck, the ship had started moving at some point in time. Using the "magic for making metal move" that she mentioned yesterday and this morning, Erica made the ship set sail. The night breeze blowing across the lake was extremely cold. Having left the sh.o.r.e, the ferry had sailed quite far into the lake. The water in this area should be d