Seijirou moved first, he was a blur of motion so fast it tore the air.
The soles of his shoes scraped against the concrete as he lunged forward, twin iron bars whistling in a perfect diagonal arc.
The first strike aimed for Ryuhei's temple, the second sweeping low for his ribs.
Ryuhei barely managed to raise his forearms in time, sparks flashing where iron met hardened flesh.
The impact sent a vibration up his arms, numbing them for an instant.
'He's faster than before.' Ryuhei's thoughts raced. 'No… he's more agile. He's not just swinging, he's reading my every moves!'
Seijirou pressed the assault without a pause, his strikes flowing like water.
Each swing was precise, controlled, but vicious, meant not to kill but to overwhelm and disable.
He twisted his wrists mid-motion, changing the direction of his attacks faster than Ryuhei's eyes could adjust.
