Jin moved first.
His feet cut the floor clean with his step — Muramasa already glowing with that heatless, burning light. Across the field, Seo Jun-Ho shifted fluidly, like his entire body was water given shape. No tension. No resistance.
And yet—
Their clash wasn't delayed.
Metal kissed air. Gel met steel. A shockwave burst out from their collision like a rupture in the sky.
Jin didn't wait for an opening.
He created it.
"Sankai—Heaven's Maw."
Muramasa whipped in a crescent — three-pointed bursts of pressure followed, each one layered with sword aura that now shimmered in white-blue arcs.
The first slash passed through Seo's shoulder. No reaction.
The second? Through his gut. The wound closed before Jin even pivoted.
The third curved upward — slicing along his chest.
Still nothing.
No blood. No break.
Just that smile.
Seo tilted his head. "Pretty. But still useless."
