Editing Kaze no Stigma:Volume6 Chapter 1 (section)

=== Part 3 ===




Facing the man frivolously smiling, with a cigarette in his mouth, the boy unleashed Kokusen without holding back at all. 

The high speed blow surging out approached Kazuma, leaving behind only the sound of cutting wind. 

"-----Huh."

But Kazuma avoided it by jumping aside. 

He felt the certain kill blade brushing against his cheek but his smile didn't fade. 

"Hey, Speedy! Are you only going to run after having such a big mouth?"

"No, why, I have no problem with you praising my magnificent skills in running away."

"Don't fool around!"

The boy attacked, Kazuma avoided. Their battle repeated just like that. 

Kazuma was neglecting the boy's attack, without even warding it off with wind, he was just avoiding it as much as possible. 

Was that the best he could do, was his composed smile only a bluff -

"Don't get cocky, small fry!"

"It's not over yet!"

While dodging the certain kill strike, Kazuma bragged in a smiling voice. 

After repeating that many times over, Ayano finally arrived to the battle ground. 

Looking at the state of the battle, the first thing she said was:

"Aah, you're still alive."

"............Is that what you say after pushing your own battle to others?" Replied Kazuma, looking over his shoulder with half-opened eyes. 

Pretending not to recognize it, Ayano turned away.

And then, at that time, the boy chuckled at the exquisite arrangement. 

By chance the three were arranged in a line. 

If Kazuma were to evade like always from that location, the wind blade will attack Ayano standing behind him.

Without being able to defend, it would be his overwhelming victory.

He cannot evade a blow at full power - the boy concluded so. 

''"It's my win!"''

Convinced of certain victory, the boy dropped his back in a grand scale. 

That firm posture that not even a bull could pull was a quiet, instantaneous movement. 

"-----!"

Together with a soundless yell, the spear became blurry. 

While breathing once he unleashed nine attacks. Of course, they were all to kill - 

To offset one of the the boy's attack Kazuma needed to attack five times, so no matter whether he was a contractor or not, it wasn't possible to fire forty five attacks in the space of a moment. 

"........."

In front of the imminent nine ''deaths'' Kazuma showed a cold, dry smile. And then, slowly, he pushed out his left hand in front. 

As if squeezed out by the hand, nine wind blades were produced. 

While dancing like playful fairies, they sweetly, tenderly, softly entwined the wind blade. 

The wind influenced by the strong spear was torn off, scattered and run through straight by the coiling wind. 

And then, without altering its aim it soundly seized Kazuma's body, blowing through his clothes and hair, making them rustle. 

"Wha---?"

"You showed me too much, idiot," Kazuma coldly said over his shoulder to the shocked boy. 

"No matter how strong your attack is, if you show it many times over, I will think of one or two countermeasures. What humans can manipulate is not all mighty or absolute. Without even realizing that, you thought yourself invincible just because a somewhat convenient tool happened to fall in your hands, so you lose."

"Kuu......" Murmured the boy in regret. 

But Kazuma's points were the truth and had no place for objection. 

Since he couldn't make a satisfactory counter attack, he thoughtlessly despised his opponent. 

Without thinking of tactics or anything else, he planned on continuing attacking with nothing but brute force but - 

Everything was seen through. 

He knew what happened. 

Kazuma coiled wind like a screw around the spear's wind fired in a straight line and slowly but steadily reduced its power and finally changed it into a gust of wind without any offensive ability. 

It seemed easy in theory but putting it into practice was beyond miracle. 

To seize them in the space of a moment - he had no other way but to intercept them.

For that purpose not only that transcendent technique that had the touch of divine work was required but the flawless reading of the orbit of his own attack and it's timing, meaning that as a Jutsushi he was completely ahead of him.

There's already nothing he can do against him - he understood that was the definite truth. 

Like he was convinced of victory, he cannot pursue Kazuma who was casually stepping up to him so the boy took a step back. 

While he was without reservation shortening the distance, Kazuma thought.

''"Good grief, how troublesome......."''

He didn't have the same amount of strong feelings regarding the boy. 

To begin with, he wasn't the kind of opponent he had to fight hard against since the beginning. Not even when taking Kokusen into account. 

Even the technique the boy was admiring, for Kazuma it wasn't something he was particularly proud of. 

For a Jutsushi it was natural to prepare ten or twenty Jutsu when facing someone who had a stronger hand than you. 

The idiots who were under the impression of ''I am the strongest'', cannot live long enough in this world. 

Without any feeling, Kazuma was simply looking at the boy's bloodless face. 

He was thirteen or fourteen. Just a spoiled child. 

Even if he's the direct descendant of the Fuan Family, his body is immature, his training ten years at most, even the power he can use doesn't amount to much.

Nevertheless, the reason the brat looked down on all other Fujutsushi and was so conceited to pick a fight with the Kannagi's direct descendant, what's more, the successor of Enraiha, could be only one. 

''"Certainly, this is a <<handy tool>>,"'' thought Kazuma, looking at the spear the boy held in his hand. 

By all rights, it was impossible for him to take so much time against a Fujutsu opponent. 

Kazuma was the <<Contractor>> that contracted the Spirit Lord of the Wind which means that all Wind Spirits obey him unconditionally. 

But, that spear, Kokusen, as expected of a sacred treasure, seemed to give the proprietor this much ability as if he was a semi-contractor. 

That's why, besides removing the seal and completely displaying his contractor power, with Kazuma's power right now, he couldn't steal the boy's control over wind spirits. 

''"Getting stuck fighting that kind of Fujutsushi, huh? It splendidly wounded my pride -"''

While grumbling inside his heart, Kazuma stepped forward in silence. 

But, the boy started attacking a second time.

It seems that somehow or another he didn't want to admit defeat but no matter how strong the attack, if it can be seen through, it won't become a threat. 

This time it was a counter from the side. He slightly altered the trajectory of the straight going wind spear. 

But, that was enough. 

All the attacks he continued firing, were avoided as if it were natural, missing their target by a paper thin difference. 

Without even making evasive moves, Kazuma walked straight on. 

The face of the boy setting up the spear in the front, white and stiff was clear. 

In comparison to that, his attack became monotonous and he couldn't handle it anymore. 

The last step. He rushed into the space with the physical spear but the pushed out Kokusen was dodged. Simultaneously that handle was casually grasped. 

"-------Tch!"

"--------"

The power of the boy and Kazuma, one trying to draw back the other to snatch away, competed for a moment. 

But because Kazuma quickly surpassed him the boy staggered and lost his balance.

"Kuh, let- let-go!"

As he immediately tried to reorganize, with the spear he seized, Kazuma manipulated the boy's center of gravity, not giving him the time to do so.

But even so, the boy doesn't let go of Kokusen - in the end, that was the conclusive cause of defeat. 

If he would have let go of the spear he may have reorganized his crumbling balance but because he couldn't do that, he quickly crossed over the limit and fell down.

Of course, Kazuma couldn't overlook that. 

"Gaah!"

He beat him to the ground with the boy's own weapon after he plundered the right of control from him, screaming like all air was evacuating his lungs. 

"Humph."

And then, even more mercilessly, he trampled on the fallen boy's chest. 

That force, enough to smash his heart, made his ribs jar with a thick sound. 

"------Aah?"

Suddenly Kazuma closed his eyes partly, and revealed a suspicious voice. 

But a moment after he regained his serenity and stepped on the boy, struggling feebly, ruthlessly. 

While grinning, he asked perfectly serious. 

"Well, how about this - die at once, huh?"


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