"My My…Impressive young man…" He leapt backward, his sandals skidding across the checkered floor. Cracking flowed out around certain sections while other places of the Black and White floor stayed intact.
"It's a rare feat for a man to make such Manifestations of their will. Especially so young. Tell me…What did you do…" He Squinted his yes with suspicion
"A lot of Meditation. I call it…Gontoryu;Shiva!" He readied each of the solid limbs, the glowing haze of aura on his eye acting and speeding up his reaction time.
"Quite creative. But Lets see how you handle it!" He shifted his feet before exploding forward! His arms were readied in a loose aim as Jager was pulled to the side and swung into Kales left!
"Hmph!' He quickly maneuvered and changed his footing to block the Impact with all four swords blocking the Blackened blade. Clash! Then another! Kale leapt into the air and sliced with all four to create a gust of pressure!
"Hakai Gontoryu: Ni Hyaku Ju Roku Vata Pannava!" Two torrents of wind collided together and rushed forward in a drill to crush into the Ancient Knight!
"Hrah!" A Grit of Concentration was now on Beowulfs face. Clearly requiring more effort now that this new form that increased Kale to four fold his power, reaching his max strength
'He's speeding up…He's learnt to apply it very quickly. And has become adequate enough…' his eyes focused on the sweat beating from Kales head. 'But he hasn't the Stamina to keep it up for long. As to be expected from his level'
"Zweihändiger! Anmutiger Schrecklicher Schlaganfall!" Beowulfs feet skid across the tile, two hands suddenly gripping the hilt of the blade with audible creaking of muscle that was rotted and rigor mortised…
The Swing was Powerful. Incredibly so! That by the time Kale had attempted to bring his swords up to block, the force caused an Explosion to be shot behind him!
"Grah!" He sputtered as he braced himself
"You still stand? That strike if I were alive would've feeled half an Island…" 'Either I'm far weaker than I predicted…Or he's…Yes.'
"Both are True." He said. Causing Kale to look at him with Confusion "An…Island?!"
"Nevermind that now. A Feat as that is not important as that you are still standing here. I can sense your fatigue. You've been fighting for hours and yet you still the strength to contest me equally." His words were so old fashioned. Skipping certain verbs. It truly showed the mans age
"Yeah what about it!" Tham! Kale forced Beowulf back! Causing him to somersault through the air and land on his feet and scrape across the ground
"You don't usually use just two swords. Do you? Your mouth is left agape and your muscles contract as if you are missing another limb. I knew once of a Samurai who used three swords…One that I defeated on my Journey to the strongest…"
"Miyamoto. The Master of Five Ring Principles." Kales eyes widened. The same Five Ring Book? The one that taught one lessons on swordsmanship and tying them to Elements? Ground, Water, Fire, Air, and The Void.
"So he's garnered a name even in this age I see? Good for him. He was never the same after his defeat so i'm glad his life didn't end Miserable and Unhonorable"
"I say all this, because I think that you are worthy. Worthy of Carrying on living. And Worthy of being the one to return me to Death…"
"What?" The Swordsman asked, eyes narrowing. "These loud spectators annoy me. And I have felt more fulfilled in this fight than I have in Decades. Regardless of the pitiful year I've been reborn undead." He slowly sheathed his sword.
He then began to walk to Kale. But he saw no ill will, allowing the First Mate to lower his guard and sheath his own blades. Shiva dispersing.
As he walked, Beowulf unclasped the small buckle on his waist and handed it and the sheath that held it to Kale. "Take this. It is the Masterful Blade Jager. It Means Hunter."
"It is unique in that it is Cursed. Only those worthy to wield it as I've deemed fit may use it effectively. You should find that when you use it you have more power due to its weight."
"Lets see if you can understand its true power."
"You have proved yourself, Masamune Kale" He repeated the name that he had overheard "Stand proud." He said as he came to a stop and turned around.
"Now, honor me in giving me a death at the hands of one such yourself." He spread his arms in a taunt
Kale thought it over. Was this truly the most honorable way to put him back to rest? He determined that yes, it was. This is how he wished to be done in, and that he felt it the most honorable way after proving in a test of skill and strength.
Looking at the sword he felt how heavy it was. Even if it was only about 15 lbs. Even when being able to uncountable tons, when swinging something heavier than what one is used to, it produces more force.
He clasped the strap around his waist, letting it rest above his main belt. Slowly, and with reverence, he pulled the sword from it's covering
There was this…strength. Almost like a throbbing in the blade that wasn't really there. LIke a vibration after hitting a wall with a bat.
All within a few moments he was able to understand this when he was hit with the final understanding
"That's what you do…" A grin game over his face.
His eyes shifted up. Looking onto Beowulf as the man stood their, eyes locked on him. He breathed. 4 seconds had passed.
The Sword began to heat up, like holding a warm ceramic plate. Then with sudden strength in his legs he exploded forward, sword in his right hand reeled back! Zooming through the air the blackened blade erupted in bright hot orange yellow flame with quick hazes of darker color
"Shuirotori!" The moment he was with in a foot of Beowulf he swung the blade from behind him to whip around horizontally and slice into The Knight!
'Finally…Death. I come to meet you once more…forgive me for leaving your embrace.' His eyes didn't close as he accepted his return to rest. He took the moment to relieve the moments of his Home, Athenia. The Marble Pillars, the Tiled roofs, the cobbled buildings and stone roads. Smell of Salmon and Rice, Fried Bread.
Fwoosh! Fire exploded from the wound in a burst of color! By the time the slice was done, Beowulf was gone. Returned to bone and fabric. Clattering to the ground…