Abnormality In Type-Moon: Madness Of Animeverse

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The battle rang out like the toll of a bell, sounding simultaneously without warning.

Scathach's Disciple, with his signature blue hair, was the first to charge forward. In an unexpected move, he spun his wand, wielding it like a spear, thrusting it with precision.

In the blink of an eye, the air tore apart, leaving ripples of smoke drifting across the space. The tip of the wand, sharp as thorns, aimed directly at Okita Souji.

Okita was surprised at how out of character this spear-like combat style was for a Caster. But she wasn't caught off guard—her hands moved swiftly, deflecting the wand with her katana and seizing the chance to close in on him.

However, Scathach's Disciple gave her no opening. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he twisted his wrist. The moment she deflected the first thrust, the wand snapped back for a second, then a third strike, all in quick succession.

In an instant, the flurry of attacks dazzled Okita's senses, the wand tip darting like a swirl of petals in a storm.

Despite her sharp instincts, Okita couldn't find a gap to exploit.

Her expression turned grim.

Before the fight, her Master had shared Scathach's Disciple's true identity and deduced his likely combat style. As the clash unfolded, the information proved spot-on—though a Caster, he was wielding his spear technique with terrifying precision.

That a Caster, with inherently low physical stats, could suppress her attacks so thoroughly only highlighted his skill. If this man had arrived in the Lancer class instead, she might have been in real danger.

"But as things stand now, I won't lose!"

A fierce glint flashed in Okita's eyes, and the air around her grew calm and steady.

Her figure blurred—she closed the distance between them in a single step, reappearing right before Scathach's Disciple.

Flash Step!

Okita's B-Rank Flash Step had been honed to perfection, elevating her movement technique to an art form. She had polished every detail—breath control, blind spots, mental focus—until it resembled an almost magical form of teleportation.

The only technique beyond this level would be dimensional travel, a feat beyond ordinary human limits.

When it came to movement skills achievable by mortals, Okita Souji stood unrivaled.

Scathach's Disciple's expression momentarily froze, startled by her sudden advance. But his reflexes were sharp—he retreated instantly, pulling back his wand to parry the near-fatal strike.

Blocked again?!

Frustration flickered across Okita's face.

"Don't underestimate me, girl! If I couldn't get past trials like this, the Queen of the Otherworld would train me to death!" he laughed heartily, his face free of any malice. With a flick of his wrist, the wand swung like a massive hammer toward her.

Okita had no choice but to step back, waiting for another opening.

"Ha! Try this one on for size!"

During her retreat, Scathach's Disciple swiftly sketched a rune in the air.

In an instant, primordial flames surged forth like a tidal wave, surging toward Okita.

But then, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Hm?"

The sea of fire abruptly vanished, as though swallowed by a vacuum, leaving only a single suspended rune hanging in mid-air, inert and powerless. Worse, it continued draining his magical energy.

He severed his connection to the rune immediately. His sharp gaze shifted beyond Okita, falling on Roy, who stood not far behind her.

The sight of Roy's eyes—mystically marked with swirling patterns—made him grin in delight.

Just then, a chilling gust sliced through the air. Before the blade even touched him, a cold sense of impending death crawled up his spine, raising the hairs on the back of his neck.

Startled, he crouched low.

In that fleeting moment when his attention wavered, Okita seized the opportunity, her form ghostlike as she slipped behind him. The edge of her katana flashed, aiming directly for the back of his neck!

Blue strands of his short hair scattered into the wind like fragments.

"Close call, close call!" he laughed, rubbing the spot where his hair had been sliced. Relief washed over his face, grateful to have escaped with only a minor loss.

Okita clicked her tongue in frustration. Even with a sneak attack, this slippery opponent had evaded her blade. His battle instincts were razor-sharp, and his experience ran deep.

"Still, I managed to cut your wand," Okita taunted, her expression sly. She knew better than to expect a quick victory against a half-divine warrior, but she couldn't resist a little jab.

"Ah!" he yelped, realizing the truth of her words.

In his scramble to avoid her strike, he had accidentally left his wand exposed. Now it lay on the ground, snapped clean in half.

"No wonder—it's useless without the rune's protection!" He grimaced, visibly annoyed.

"A spearman without a spear—how do you plan to fight now?" Okita crouched low, preparing another Flash Step. With a sharp thrust, she drove her katana straight toward his heart.

Clang!

Her blade came to an abrupt halt, suspended mid-air.

Okita's eyes narrowed.

A rune-inscribed barrier had materialized in front of him, blocking her attack without leaving a scratch on him.

"I'm a Caster, after all. Of course I fight with magic!" he grinned confidently.

"Honestly, I was a little concerned about your Master. Those eyes of his seem dangerous—he even defeated my own Master once. But now? I'm not worried anymore."

Okita's eyes widened in realization.

Of course! As a seasoned warrior trained by Scathach, how could he make such a careless mistake in battle?

That earlier fire rune—was it all just a ploy to test Roy's mystic eyes?

And now, having confirmed their abilities, he wouldn't be caught off-guard again.

Boom!

A thunderous crash, like a bell tolling at dawn, echoed across the battlefield.

Okita turned sharply toward the source of the sound.

On the other side of the field—

Bazett had charged at Roy without runes on her arms, aiming a bare-fisted blow at him.

A barrier, identical to the one Scathach's Disciple used, materialized in front of Roy, absorbing the force of her punch with a deep thud.

"So that's how it is," Roy murmured calmly from behind the shield. His runes were modern recreations, inferior to the ancient ones wielded by Scathach's Disciple.

Roy locked eyes with him, and his mystic gaze dissected the runic barrier with ease.

His opponent's face tightened, and he immediately severed his connection to the barrier, retreating without delay. He gave no further openings—now that his curiosity about Roy's abilities was satisfied, he wouldn't repeat such a blunder.

"As expected of a druid—sharp and cunning," Roy praised with a nod.

Few people who understood the true power of his mystic eyes lived to tell the tale. Bazett was one of the rare exceptions.

It was likely that she had already discussed strategy with Scathach's Disciple before the battle, using him to probe Roy's abilities. Only after confirming the truth did she make her move.

"Saber, don't worry about me—focus all your efforts on defeating Caster!" Roy commanded.

"Yes!"

With a burst of speed, Okita launched herself forward, leaving afterimages in her wake.

She unleashed the full extent of her agility—her katana danced wildly, each slash swift and relentless, like a downpour of rain threatening to drown Scathach's Disciple.

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