My "Silver Spirit Sword" and Kufirio's "Red Sounding Sword" clash. The silvery blade and the reddish blade clash and sparks fly. My magic power has already run out, and Kufilio has probably used up all of his magic power through the "memory reading" he just did.
In the 《Sword Battle Realm》, a space where we were allowed to fight only with our own bodies and weapons, Kufirio and I swung our swords.

"Hahaha!　This reminds me of you, Raoul Isaruf!　Every time I take a hit from your sword, I remember that fight!

　Kufilio laughed. His mind is now fused with the memories of Rikt. He speaks almost like Rikt, but there is no doubt that he is Kufirio himself.
　Kufirio, who was unable to prevent my swordsmanship just a moment ago, is steadfastly defending against my attacks. His tone of voice is rough and his sword swinging movements seem to be messy, but this is exactly the swordsmanship of the man who was called the "War King. If I rush in, I'll probably get cut myself.
　If you're not careful, you'll end up getting cut. He flicks my sword, then raises it high and swings it down - I dodge it with a slight deflection.
　This time, with the same momentum I had been hit with, he strikes again. Kufilio swung his sword in response, and the exchange of blows began.

I know your sword better than most. ...... You won't get cut again.
I don't normally stand in front of the Sword Saint twice. You may be the first in that sense.

　In the midst of this, they continued their conversation as if they were reminiscing about the past.
　In the past, when we fought each other, we never exchanged a word.
　I was the one who won after a life-destroying battle.

Then I'm having a wonderful experience. "Then I'm having a wonderful experience. My memories are just a sham, but the elation I feel now is real. ......!
"Don't get excited, War King. Don't get excited, War King. You'll mess up your swordplay.
"Ha, that's me!　It's this elation that will raise me up. ....... The blow to cut you is there!

　With the words, Kufilio unleashes a powerful blow.
　When I was slightly pushed back, Kufilio didn't miss it and took another step forward to launch an onslaught.
　Five blows in quick succession. Each powerful blow aimed at me with a dull thud. The third blow is blocked, but the fourth just misses my shoulder.
　The fifth blow - I swing my sword at that moment. Richto Wirter has a habit of hitting with his sword. When he strikes a horizontal blow, he stomps the ground hard, and his behavior shifts slightly.
　I never miss that moment. Because that was the blow that killed Rikt.
　Seeing my movement, Kufirio smiles at me. I immediately realize that this move is an invitation.

I immediately kick the ground.

　I kicked the ground as quickly as I could and stepped backwards.
　In his left hand, Kufilio was holding a dagger from his pocket. A drop of fresh blood dripped from the tip of the blade. It was a blow to my right wrist.

"Kuku...... Hahahaha!　I told you not to get cut twice!

　You can find a lot of things that you can do to make your life easier. There's nothing wrong with holding the sword, but the more I swing, the more I'm at a disadvantage.

A little deeper and it would have been a 'mortal wound'.

　If it had been a little deeper, it would have been a 'mortal wound'." What Kufilio meant by a mortal wound was that he would lose his grip on the sword. I chuckled when I heard him say that.

I chuckled when I heard him say that. "Haha, you're probably right.
"Is there anything funny about ......?
No, you don't think you can do it and I can't, do you? I also have two swords.

I hold the Silver Spirit Sword in my left hand and the Blue Armor Sword in my right. I have two swords in my right hand, one as Raoul Isaruf and one as Alta Schweiz. When Kufilio saw me, his eyes widened.

"Oh!　That must be it!　You and I must fight with all our might to the death, that is the meaning of our battle!

　Kufilio also moves, sword and dagger at the ready. We both paused for a moment and then launched another sword strike. His dagger can't reach me - it's already there for defense now.
　My right hand, on the other hand, is bleeding. If I swing too hard, I'll reach my limit first. ......, but that limit will never come.
　Sparks flying and fresh blood. You will find a lot of things that you can do to make your life easier. The smile on Kufilio's face disappears.

"......!
"Don't be surprised, War King.
What are you ......!
I'm the same either way. There is no one who can surpass me in the art of swordsmanship with either hand, right or left. You have a dagger, but ...... it's nothing more than a Kufirio assassination technique. You can't kill me with that.

　I flicked Kufilio's dagger and let go of the Blue Armor Sword. Kufilio relied on the memory of a man named Rikt to fight me. He also relied on his skills as a man named Kufirio, even though he was only a memory. In the end, that is the reason for his defeat.


　Rikuto, who specializes in swordsmanship, and Kufirio, who specializes in assassination - if they only rely on their physical abilities, but with their improvised skills, they are far from my realm.
　Kicking the ground, he grasped his sword in both hands. Kufilio takes a defensive stance.

"I said I'd fight as the Sage of Swords. Now that I've called myself that, I can't be defeated.

　The sound of metal clashing against metal echoed, and then there was a loud squeak. He also cut the blade of the Red Sounding Sword in half, sending the blow right through Kufilio's body. The broken blade flew through the air, and Kufirio fell to his knees.
　I pointed the tip of my sword at Kufirio. The silvery blade shines with a stronger glow. By releasing the magical power it has absorbed, the Silver Spirit Sword can unleash a powerful blow of magical power.
　You don't need to do that to kill the current Kufirio--but I promised. I promised to free Aria from her spell.
　If there's technology in this room, I'll make it disappear as well. That's all I can do.

You're only relying on the ghosts of the past. And that's what you are.
"I'm the same ......?

I'm not sure if the breakage of the Red Sounding Sword had any effect on the magic, but Kufilio's tone returned to normal. I nodded and raised my sword.

"You've lived too long. You've lived too long. You shouldn't be trying to survive on the life of a child.
"Ha, ha. ...... You and I are a lot alike after all. If you are a sword saint, then you are also a ghost of the past, right?
I'm going to take care of it.

　As if to blow up the whole room, he unleashes the magic power inside the Silver Spirit Sword. A silvery glow enveloped the room and eventually shook the entire basement.