To celebrate the survival of a knight, the blue team decided to host a spar. The king said Genesis could sit it out, but he really wanted to test the tenacity he had developed over his days here. He also wanted to test his skills he had developed.
Genesis tried not to let cockiness overflow him, but he was most definitely the strongest person there and the most skills. He had killed three organs soon to be 4 when he took the life of the Grey Soul of the White Room.
He gritted his teeth but then smiled at the opportunity to defeat the one he hated the most out of all the humans in the White Room. Allus.
He denied the king's request to stand down and decided to spar. Genesis's spar would have to wait because the first battle was a rematch between Hana and Lautaro. Their swords were ready. Their stances are strong. Their eyes were sharp and their minds were strong and especially their will, their will was the strongest out of all of their attributes.
They stood in silence, the countdown started and when the number hit 0, they started. Lautaro lunged at Hana, but she skillfully deflected. Hana then went on the offensive and struck at Lautaro multiple times. Some struck true while others were effortlessly blocked and parried.
Hana went for an overhead swing, but Lautaro parried, knocking her sword away from her comfort zone. Lautaro then delivered a strike to her armor so devastating it made cracks in it, his swordsmanship style stayed the same, strike hard and strike faster than your opponent.
Each one of his styles was chaos after chaos. No rhyme or reason was put into them. No harmony was in his movements. They were rough, imprecise and rigid. One could confuse him for a zombie. Yet there was a sense of beauty in them, when Genesis first saw that he had not evolved in the way of the sword, he thought that his friend was just too lazy to even care about he struck the sword, he thought that Lautaro was just swinging a sword because it was stronger than his fists. Yet strike after strike, metal against metal, Genesis saw a gleam in his eyes and a smile on his face, he saw the beauty in the way he swung a sword around, he saw beauty in the very essence of havoc.
Lautaro was pushing Hana back until her back was almost up against the wall. Yet Hana's eyes were unrelenting, unyielding and somewhat familiar. It was familiar in the sense that Genesis had been that way once. In fact, he had been that way numerous times, uncountable times. Genesis had his back against the wall in every trial he had faced. Like the world had neglected him as a product of itself, yet somehow he managed to survive even the very essence of luck was against him he would not crumble away and die miserably.
When Hana's back reached the wall, she turned into some sort of battle goddess. Her sword was true. Her eyes were on fire and her movements were calculated. Hana fought back against the artist of chaos and became the artist of harmony, with her strokes on the canvas igniting a fire in her soul.
Lautaro kept smiling as he and Hana had fought like this once before, in the exact same manner, but now it was time to see to would prevail. Hana started to implement many materials into her craft, such as feints and quick steps. Her feet were not even attached to the ground, but Lautaro changed in the manner of a wraith.
Lautaro went for slow starts and fast finishes, his sword would be approaching you from a side slowly but as you fell for the magical trap, it would almost be over, when you blocked his sword would materialise on the other side you blocked, Genesis thought he had eaten some tentacles or Agents like he did but this was all a product of evolution.
Their sword were swift, slicing the air with precision and always hitting their target, Hana's legs were phantoms, moving quickly and in an almost invisible manner. Lautaro movements were still and stale. They were basic but carried so much power that one would cower. These forces of indomitable might clashed against each other in a song of havoc and harmony. Each of them getting more tense as the battle went on they did not want to tie again they wanted to win to prove to themselves that they are worthy of being one the survivors, no they wanted to prove that they were worthy of victory.
The two forces were like a song of power and a discord of destruction. One could feel the aura in their swords and the power in their steps. They were two forces of nature, both of them attempting to overcome each other to be the primordial force to gain all the glory, as sweat spilled on the ground, their movements only became better.
Lautaro strength looked to be prevailing but only for a fraction of a second as Hana took the lead but only for a single note. As each of them stood the test of time, their sword got closer to achieving victory.
It was one of Lautaro magical strikes that sealed fate. It was one of Hana's calculations that sealed the deal. They each gave off one final swing carrying their hopes and dreams of them winning with them. Their sword stopped at their necks at the exact same time. It was a draw, again. Both of the supreme forces of combat had worm each other out until they had nothing left to give.
They panted as they fell down, but they stabbed their swords into the ground, kneeling. Their poses were almost symbolic, two absolute beasts of battle kneeling as they had both defeated each other in combat.
One could even make this one of the many wonders of the world. The titans were able to gather their energy they shook each other's hands and they both swore that it would not end up this way once again. They exited the field and the next battle was between Allus and Genesis.
Genesis let off a crazed smile as it was time. He giddily skipped onto the field and let his golden sword shine. The light was so bright that bystanders had to shield their eyes from the excitement of Genesis's soul.
A long awaited revenge was due and approaching and Genesis would be the one to serve it. It would taste so good the taste of victory and revenge, Genesis knew he was to win because after all Allus didn't fight the bladder, escape the strongest soul and defeat both lungs, now did he?
Genesis watched as his opponent came into a field with a stoic expression, Genesis was so excited that he took some of the bandages off his skin and threw them to the ground and stepped on them. Allus readied his spear , iming it at Genesis. Genesis did the same and the battle commenced.
Allus charged at Genesis , erforming a fake strike before casting his true attack. Genesis's eyes were trained and he did so much as to not flinch when the feint was performed and the attack was simply and effortlessly parried.
Allus looked in shock as he knew that Genesis was not the same skinny 18 year old kid. He was a Survivor. Allus then tried a different approach. An approach of countless attacks. Strike after strike, Genesis withstood, them blocking them and even catching the spear with his hands.
Genesis took Allus's weapon and threw it a few inches from his face. As Allus could only see one eye with his spear and one eye Genesis, a monster that survived the greatest salvation of heaven.
Genesis's vice rang loud.
"Pick it up!"
The crowd was filled with many mixed reactions, most of them thought Genesis was too bold and brave. Those people were the wrongest they had ever been in life. Genesis started his offence overpowering Allus in every strike, in every parry and countering ever counter. Genesis was a lot of steps ahead of Allus and Allus himself knew that he was.
Genesis eyes radiated some sort of craze, some form of just for revenge. Allus then tried to defeat Genesis by giving his all, he implemented many different attacks pattern and even used his own body as a weapon despite the risk, Allus thought he was overpowering Genesis but for only less than a second because all of Allus's attacks were now futile.
Genesis stared at Allus with a blank expression and then decided to go on the offensive in one of Genesis's many parries, he countered. Genesis struck hard and fast, defeating all the confidence in the man that goes by the name, Allus.
Allus tried his best but Genesis's soul was too overwhelming, Genesis thought it had just been a slight boost, but now he forgot he had only faced beasts before, against humans his soul was truly divine. His soul only grew stronger the more emotion was put in it and as a result his sword gre sharper and his body grew better.
Genesis was not really one to feel emotion. Before he used to die without stimulation, that part of him was gone now, devoured by the depths of his infinite mind. Allus kept going unyielding. Genesis would probably acknowledge Allus's attempts, but he didn't because he did not like Allus.
Genesis's power became more as his soul felt more emotion and the emotions were Greed, Lust and Power. The Greed to ruin Allus's image and to take all glory for only himself. The Lust to absolutely defeat Allus and gain revenge for his previous loss and also revenge for the child he threw a spear at. The Power he felt and gained when all of Allus's attempts just failed and buried him in a hole he could not escape from.
Allus felt pathetic as if all of the effort he had put into learning more about the spear was all useless. A young boy was completely dominant in their spar. He felt as if he was too weak but a lingering thought in his head told him that the young boy was a boy no longer the boy that once stood infront of him was gone now there was only pure rage and malice.
Allus opened his legs to balance himself more and Genesis thought the fight was getting boring so he threw his sword into the air and Allus saw him charging towards him, he thought that he wanted to fight with just fists and completely ignored the sword in the air. Instead, Genesis rolled through his open legs, held the sword with Greed and put the sword to the neck of Allus granting him a small cut.
The "battle" was now over. Genesis stuck his hand out to congratulate the spearman who was in dismay even though he did not want to. The spearman sucked up his pride and shook Genesis's cold, bandaged and injured hands.
The thought hit Allus like a speeding train. The boy had been gravely injured during the entire fight and yet he still had the audacity to call it a fight when he was facing a cripple.
Allus almost screamed out in rage, how could a fatally wounded person, who was on the brink of death, many more times than one defeat him and in such a stylish manner, it was as if Genesis was not taking the fight seriously. It was an act of mercy and Allus hated every bit of it.
However Genesis was ecstatic, he had just beaten his number one most hated person, now all that was left was to kill the Grey Soul of the White Room and his Greed would come to an end, he would feel satisfied.