"So, the final battle for the United General Knight's Cup Final!　Begin!

　At the same time as the moderator declares, me and Rowen's swords shimmer.
　The swords that surpassed the sword flashes and became the flashes themselves are swung out and crossed.

　The blue of the "Straight Sword of Crescent Pectrazuli" and the red of the "Magical Iron Sword (Mithril Sword)".
　The phosphorescence of the two types of ores make contact for a moment, and then move away before the sound is heard.

　And at the moment of separation, more glitter shines in the arena.

　The glitter reminded me of a starry night.
　I continue to follow only the trajectory of the sword in a terrifyingly condensed world of time.
　It could no longer be called another world.
　Another world of another world.
　It was like looking at stars moving at trillion times speed in the blackness of space (the sky).

　If you make even one wrong move, death awaits you.
　But no one can help you.
　The only thing I can trust is my sword.
　A very vast, very beautiful world of swords--.

　I sincerely wanted to watch it forever.

　But I know this world won't last long, because without sensitivity and magic, I won't be able to keep up with Rowen.
　I'm not going to be able to catch up with Rowen if I don't have sensitivity and magic.

　But I dare to challenge myself alone and look at this scene.

　The first time I fought Sera, I'll never forget the excitement I felt when I fought her for the first time.
　I was amazed at the beauty of the practiced swordsmanship.

　I'll never forget the awe I felt when I fought Rowen for the first time, even more so when I fought her for the first time.
　It took my breath away to see how divine a sword technique that had reached the ultimate level could be.

　I wanted to experience that emotion one last time (...).

　The longing for the sport was so strong that my heart was pounding in my chest.
　This is the world I used to dream about when I was a kid.

　However, my body alone is no match for Rowen's sword.
　Naturally, my sword is being pushed aside.
　Only my sword is pushed and flicked, forcing me to retreat.

　At last, my body is flung wide by Rowen, forcing me to keep my distance.

　However, Rowen doesn't chase after me.
　With a curious look on her face, she asks me.

''...... What's up, Kanami? If you only had a sword, I wouldn't lose, would I?　Come more seriously.

　I know.
　But I thought I was coming to terms with my reasoning, but my emotions were binding me to my actions.

　Perhaps when Rowen disappears, I will be the best swordsman in the world.
　No, not "will be", but "must be" is correct.

　In other words, once this battle is over, I'll be--

　You'll never see this scene again.
　It means I won't be able to be on the side that I admire.

'I knew it, but it doesn't stand up to me at all. ...... All right, Master. I'm not going to go easy on you.
No, why are you taking it easy on ....... It's usually us that does it, that .......

　Rowen laughs with a dumbfounded look on her face.

'Wouldn't it be more exciting if we followed the order like this?　It's Loewen's fault for not drawing more skills.
'Well, sure, I can't use magic. ...... So, is Kanami going to use dimensional magic again?
No, no--

　I step in.
　I use my strength.

　Now I'll never see that beautiful view from the outside again.
　That makes me sad.

　My forelock floats up, and I feel my sensory organs that are not bound by "reason" increase.
　The skill 'Sensitivity' has been activated.

"I'm going to use the Aleis style depth of skill, the skill of 'sensitivity'.

　I feel the air with my skin, not with magic power.

　I understand the knack of this power from my experience when I was under the control of The Bracelet.
　It's important to unite body and soul and acknowledge the entire world.
　This is not the world I know, but a world where magic and monsters exist and different laws rule - to truly acknowledge that I am in another world.

　At the end of that, I grasp a part of the "reason" of the other world.

''--Good (...)

　Rowen rejoices.
　'Like a child.

'A nice development (・・・・・), my dear apprentice. Well done, you've gotten there. Now me and Kanami are the same. We're the same!　Then we can talk the rest of the way through the sword!　Let's keep it real and do the best we can!　--That's why sword fights are so exciting!

　He was even more pleased than I was that I had arrived at the same level.
　The expression on his face was as if he had finally been freed from his loneliness as he moved through the very wide and black universe.

　The power of Rowen's 'sensitivity' increases.
　Even though the wind wasn't blowing, his red-copper-colored bangs swayed.

''Let's go, Master (Rowen)!
Come on, apprentice!

　Again, the distance between us is zero.
　I don't know which one of us ran first.
　The next thing I know, me and Rowen have crossed swords and swords.

　The sword flashes flicker, just like the earlier burning.
　But this time, it's not a one-sided development.

　Swords scraped, popped, and pushed each other.
　I was able to keep up with Rowen's movements.

　If you only think of it in terms of the distance the sword can reach, then the power of Chiansu is beyond the power of Dimension.
　It is different from understanding the forces (vectors) within the space with Dimension before responding, but with Kansei, you can skip the process and only get the results. The difference in their reactions (responses) is overwhelming. If Dimension is a sensing ability for wizards, then Kansei is truly a sensing ability for swordsmen.

　The sword fights continue.

　The flashes of swords that are too fast become thin lines that fly across the field of vision.
　Occasionally, it will fly out of your field of vision and attack you from a blind spot.
　But I flick it off with my sword without even seeing it.

　The same goes for Rowen.
　Rowen said that "sensitivity" is the ability to feel the "reason" and "flow" of the world.
　Just as he said, as long as it is within the reach of the sword, he will be able to understand everything in the world. I'm not going to be the only one.

　--I'm not going to be able to get it right.

　That sense of omnipotence is a sham.
　In fact, you can't win against a swordsman named Rowen who is within range of the sword.

　As I thought, "sensitivity" alone does not determine the outcome of a battle.
　What decides the game is the other factor, the "swordsmanship".

　We are fighting with the sword.
　This is a sword fight.
　That's what Rowen wants.

　In order to respond to that, I pull out all the knowledge about swords from my mind.
　Every swordsman I've ever met in another world, every sword I've ever handled.
　And then I dig up all the knowledge about swords that I gained in my former world.

　All of it mixed, honed, and spat out.
　I'm sorry master, but my 'swordsmanship' is not only Aleiss style.
　I have my own unique way of wielding the sword.

''Mm!

　Rowen's complexion changed.
　It's because I suddenly started using a different swordsmanship in what had been a battle of the Alais style of swordsmanship until now.

　Dia's poor swordsmanship, the knowledge of swordsmanship in other worlds that I learned in the tavern, the techniques I stole from the explorers of the labyrinth, and Tida's forceful, rigid sword - I attacked with a 'swordsmanship' that intertwines and sublimates all of the experience of the labyrinth, but Rowen completely defends against it.

　Sera's unique sword skills, Ragne's attacking methods, Hopes' defensive methods, Helvilleshain's fighting methods, and the brilliant techniques of the knights represented by Perciona - the 'swordsmanship' that intertwines and sublimates all of the knight's experience, Rowen will also They are treated with indifference.

　The theory of combat learned from Volzak and his Epic Seekers, the various swordsmanship techniques of Elmirad and the other contestants in the Dancing Tournament, Snow's brute force skills, and Rustyala's refined beauty - all intertwined with her experience in Lauravian. The 'swordsmanship' too, Rowen laughs and plays it.

　Finally - I'll try to add the knowledge of my original world to those other world experiences, and I'll also try to perform 'Sword Art', which intertwines and sublimates all of me, but as a matter of course, Rowen overcame that as well.

''Hah, hah, hah--!

　I give it everything I've got.
　But the tip of my sword didn't even snatch at Rowen.

　The drawer of my technique, which I thought was infinite, is at its lowest point.
　It is no longer possible to catch them by surprise.
　I will simply have no choice but to surpass my opponent in sword refinement.
　But the swordsman in front of me is probably the most difficult opponent ever to do so.

　And at sword-to-sword distance, my eyes meet with Rowen's.
　With a grin he laughs.

　It seems that Rowen thinks he can't attack us, and he's going to change his hand.

　This time it wasn't a simple slashing match.
　A myriad of feints that were uncanny were mixed in with the 'swordsmanship'.
　I can tell by 'sensitivity' that they are trying to strike at my emptiness.

　I can see it, but--because I can see it so badly, my body goes rigid.

　The number of those feints is just too many.

　Rowen's gaze is directed at my throat. I can sense from the sharpness of her eyes that she's about to poke my throat. This is a feint. In the first place, Rowen can fight without sight. I don't need to focus on the point of the cut. I'm not deceived, and I don't lose my stance.

　Next, Rowen tipped her hands slightly to the left. If it's as set in stone, the next slash will be swept from left to right. In order to match that, I move my stance a little bit.

　Seeing this, Rowen shifted her center of gravity back slightly. You may find that you will be defended, and you may intend to take your distance and reconfigure. Closing the distance to an opponent who is going to fall back is going to be my favorite - but I'm not going to close the distance. If it was a battle between two ordinary people, they would not be able to grasp every detail of their opponent's center of gravity. However, me and Rowen can see that. So I know that even that will be a feint.

　Rowen doesn't move backwards.
　After all, the center of gravity shift now was a trap to make me close the distance.

　When Rowen sensed that I wasn't moving, she shifted her center of gravity further. He moves it erratically to the right and left, breaking my stance little by little.

　-- sometimes along the way, without thinking, a sudden and terrifyingly fast flash is released.

　All of this was no joke, as it was all condensed in a split second that didn't even allow for a blink of an eye.
　It became a feint battle, and the crossing of swords decreased as we watched.
　This one is engaged in countless tactics in between moments, but from the side, it might just look like they're playing around.

　Me and Rowen continue to take steps in the center of the arena, like a tap dance.
　The phosphorescence of the sword colors the dance, and the occasional sparks turn into bright showlights.

　I have heard that the sword's form is similar to that of a dance.
　That's exactly what our battle is now.

　The clash of the world's best techniques was transformed into a divine dance.
　The audience, which had been so excited, gradually lost their words. I was mesmerized by the sacred battle that no one could enter, and I could only gasp for breath.

　I could see that everyone in the audience was feeling the emotions I had once felt.
　That made me a little happy.

　Festivals are good, after all.
　We can share our feelings with each other.

　That alone is enough to make my heart throb like this!

'Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah--!

　Out of breath, I think.
　This is me.
　That's Rowen.

　I wanted to scream out loud right now and brag about it.

　And the exchange of feints, which seemed to go on forever, finally comes to an end.
　Rowen's swordsmanship was better than mine. But when it came to deception and tactics, I seemed to be better than Rowen.

　Since I'm not going to be able to feint for any length of time, frustrated, Rowen takes the distance to talk to me.

''--Okay, there's no way to pack it in!　It looks like I'm not as good at reading as you are!　But it's better!　That's what I'm talking about, Kanami!　Then let's do this next!

　With those words, the battle rises to the next stage.

　The tip of Rowen's sword - extends (...).

　I dodged it with a single layer of skin, but blood dripped from my cheek.
　Due to the 『Magic Power Materialization』, the length of Rowen's sword had become long enough to reach the edge of the arena.
　However, in the next moment, the sword of magic power had disappeared.

　Lowen's magic power was low.
　It seems to only extend it momentarily with an eye on the long term battle.

　This was the moment when the concept of pause, which was important for swordplay, was lost.

　No matter where he was standing in the arena, it was always a must-kill pause.
　I can no longer keep my distance and take a breath.

　I'm going to respond too.
　The master-disciple confrontation isn't over yet.
　I'm going to activate the "Magical Materialization" - or more accurately, "Magical Freezing".

　My ice magic sword is a pale blue color, while Rowen's magic sword is as transparent as crystal.
　Our magic swords reach the edge of the arena, the edge of the wards.

　In a field where advancing and retreating have lost their meaning, we begin to fight to the fullest extent of the space.

　Rowen's magic sword splits the ground, causing dust to rise up, and the tips of it scratch the warding.
　I dodge it with a huge leap to the side and unleash a flurry of side-legs. It cuts through the dust and leaves a single letter slash in the distant wards.

　Rowen's magic sword dissipates the crystal dust and my magic sword dissipates the ice crystal dust, leaving it in the air.
　And in the next moment, a new magic sword is constructed. But it too would dissipate in the blink of an eye.

　After the repetition of this process, crystals and ice crystals danced within the wards, filling them up.

　The inside of the venue turned into a kind of kaleidoscope.
　The crystals and ice crystals reflect the sunlight diffusely and shine in rainbow colors.
　Geometric patterns are drawn on the wards, and they become tinted with fantastic, multi-colored colors.

　The inside of the arena is transformed into a different world by the magical power of Rowen and I.
　Without pausing even once, Rowen and I continue to unleash our best flashes.

　Lines are carved into the wards in countless ways at an unnoticeable speed.
　The proof that we are fighting will remain in "Vualhura".

　I can see that the wizards who are managing the wards outside are in a hurry.
　I don't intend to destroy it, so please forgive me for now.

　In the blink of an eye, dozens of marks were left behind.
　In the space of a breath, hundreds of afterglow flickered.
　In the space of a single step, thousands of tracks were carved.

　--but there was no resolution.

　Perhaps I wouldn't have been able to fight Rowen so well before the match.
　Rowen has been trying to make the sword fight more exciting -- no, for me (・・・・・), and she's been getting a little more serious about it.

　I, who specialize in learning and becoming stronger due to the nature of dimensional wizards, have been able to reach this point thanks to that.

　I don't have time to 'display' my status.
　However, I can see the value of my skills increasing at a frightening rate.

　I'm sure Rowen has gained a good adversary in me, and even though she's reached the ultimate goal, she's still moving forward.
　And I'm following suit.

　Once, Rowen went down that road alone.
　But she stopped because no one else could follow her.

　But not today.
　I'm here.

　No matter how strong I get, I'm not alone.
　Just that much was enough to make Rowen happy and unbearable.

　That feeling of joy, Rowen shouted.

''Ah!　--All out!　Now I'm fighting with everything I've got!　Thanks to the fact that Kanami is with me!　Look, everyone!　That's me, Rowen!　Don't forget the fight for Rowen Alais!

　He screams his true intentions, unadorned and unadorned.
　Loewen's dialogue is so innocent and childlike that it makes you think so.

''--Kanami sees everything about me with her eyes, responds with swordplay, and remembers me!　And that makes me more than happy!　I'm so happy for you!

　The crystals and ice crystals that failed to dissipate were flying through the air and piling up on the ground.
　The sandy ground had turned white before he knew it.

　Stepping on it, Rowen takes a large distance and stops his hand.
　I stop my hand too.
　Apparently, there's something I want to talk to you about.

'But I don't think we're going to get anywhere at this point. We could go on like this until morning, but that would be a bit redundant. It's not a fitting end to the dance. ...... And besides, if we continue to fight with magic involved, I'll be the first to catch my breath.
'That's what I'm going for, though. Emptying Rowen's magic would give me a slight advantage.
'We won't let that happen, Kanami. Let's get this settled first.

　And Rowen holds her sword in the distance.
　It's different from his previous careless form.
　His first formal stance.

　A form that specializes only in extending the sword in his right hand deep into his left hip and swinging it out to the side.
　However, it is not sheathed or sunk into the body as much as it should be.

'Kanami, let me inscribe here the boundary that the foolish man has reached: ....... This is the final technique.

　Using 『Sensitivity』 and 『Magic Materialization』, there should be no more drawers for Rowen.
　However, the size of the danger signal that comes from that stance is one of the best in my life.

　I exerted my 'sensitivity' to the max and prepared myself to not miss everything that was about to happen.

　Then Rowen 'chants (...)' (...).

- 'I'm leaving the world (you) behind'

　The world is distorted.