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He still wishes to fight...? Kaitou thought to himself, astonished by his opponent's will. The novice charged towards him, rushing his blade from the ground. A storm had already begun developing. A heavy cloud blocked off the sun overhead, casting a gloomy shadow across the landscape. Symbols shone on the novice's blade, radiating brightly through the dimmed atmosphere.
Holding his sword with both his hands, Kaitou held it up and gripped it tightly. He poured more energy into the blade and tensed his muscles, ready to counter his opponent. As the novice's blade drew near, Kaitou swung his sword against it, attempting to dislodge his attack and open up for a swift thrust...
The blades collided, sendind a fury of sparks from the impact. Kaitou's sword slid across the edge of the novice's, grinding across the edge of his sword. His opponent's sword didn't budge, proceding straight at him and towards his body. The sword struck straight through his stomach, his sword flying off the hilt of the novice's.
Rain began falling from the heavens. Kaitou's sword hit the ground as raindrops pounded onto its steel blade. Kaitou dropped his right arm and held the novice's blade with his left. He looked up at the novice, his eyes half covered by his drenched hair. Kaitou gave a small smile, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, "I told you you had potential...too bad you didn't see it sooner."
His body began to fade away, disappearing into spheres of energy that drifted into the sky. The rain passed through him, washing away the blood that had collected on the novice's blade. Kaitou looked up and closed his eyes as if to let the rain wash his face. As the last hint of his existance disappeared, the rain ceased. The clouds began to thin and rays of sunlight broke through...
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