Week 007: Nanashi vs. Lou Lang Final Duel [Sword of the Stranger]

Week 001: Dawn [Made in Abyss]

Week 002: Akagi [Midway (2019)]

Week 003: Izumi's DIY [Araburu Kisetsu no Otome-domo yo]

Week 004: StuCo Relay Race [Bloom Into You]

Week 005: Club Rampage [John Wick]

Week 006: Conversation with Being X [Youjo Senki]

Week 008: Tyrion's Closing Statement [Game of Thrones]

Week 009: Hibiki's First Transformation [Senki Zeshhou Symphogear]

Week 010: Docking [Interstellar]

Week 011: Crossing the Lake on Leaves [Violet Evergarden]

Week 012: My Little Shark Can't Be This Stupid [HoloLive EN]

Week 013: Substitute Teacher [Catch Me If You Can] 

Week 014: Darth Myne the Studious [Ascendance of a Bookworm]

&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;a href=&#x22;https://youtu.be/rR1cMPnMcaY?list=PLEa0apjBYCFGCI4sieBFMDaAEORKolOXd&#x22; rel=&#x22;noopener noreferrer&#x22; target=&#x22;_blank&#x22;&#x3E;Video Link&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;I calmly walked over to the fire created by a toppled sconce near the center pillar of the sacrificial altar. It was windy this high up and the snow did not help. Without breaking eye contact with the blond swordsman, I held my hands over the wavering light. As the heat soothed my fingers, the swordsman matched my movement, stepping over collapsed wooden struts and the tangled rope strewn about. He stopped on the lower platform in front of me. I adjusted my grip on the katana, grasping it with both hands.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;I stared into his serene, ice-blue eyes which masked a savage fire burning within.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;He charged and I followed suit. Our swords greeted each other with a chime of steel and a shower of sparks.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;He made two cuts. I blocked and disengaged, backing towards the edge of the platform.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;With a click of his tongue, he flourished his blade and pressed forward with a stab. His aggression forced me onto the defensive. I dodged and weaved through his ferocious swings, only able to swipe back occasionally.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;But the swordsman caught one of my poor counters and answered with a sword hilt to my chest and face. With a spinning windup, the final blow to my temple showered my vision with stars and knocked me back.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;Gritting my teeth, I charged him with a shout. We passed each other with a cascade of sparks as our swords rang.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;He chased after me, jumping onto the broken frames of the altar to gain a height advantage, forcing me to defend attacks from on high.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;As I joined him on the high ground, I slid through a blanket of snow. The powdery snow formed a cloud that obscured our vision. But even without sight, our steel sang as our swords clashed against each other. As the snow settled, the swordsman rolled back down to the main platform and made a horizontal cut at my feet.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;I leapt over the attack and landed behind him, but he pressed his advantage and chained together a series of smooth, twirling strikes. But I caught the final cut, and immediately countered with a strike tracing the entire length of his blade and ending at his temple.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;The swordsman leaned back to avoid the blow, leading into a series of somersaults to disengage. We found each other back in similar positions to the start of the duel, staring each other down. Our breaths were heavy and visible in the cold, night air, but not yet ragged. The blond swordsman nicked my shin, leaving a shallow, bleeding cut on my right leg. However, I returned the favor with a similar cut above his left cheek.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;Despite his minor injury, the swordman grinned with savage delight as he wiped away the blood.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;At that moment, the wind howled, stripping the platform of loose snow. It was cast into the air and separated us with another cloud. And he burst out from among the snow with a sadistic smile.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;Rather than meet his quick, spinning attacks head on, I parried with distance, forcing him into a chase. The swordsman still managed to dive in front of my path. We exchanged a flurry of blows as he pushes me towards the back wall of the altar.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;A stab buzzed by my face. The two follow-up swings fell short. But the third cut caught my shoulder and sprayed a gout of blood onto the back wall. The fourth left a gash in the wall as I ducked. The fifth slash was parried.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;He chased me off the central platform onto the wooden scaffolding around it. After a brief respite, I turned to meet him. His momentum carried him past me with a shower of sparks. With another flash of steel, we blew past each other again. Like ships in a whirlpool, we were drawn closer and closer until our blades locked together at the cross guards.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;The blond swordsman&#x2019;s eyes glinted with vicious ferocity. His grin was overflowing with wicked delight. I understood. He was &#x3C;em&#x3E;enjoying&#x3C;/em&#x3E; this duel to the death. After all, I wore the same expression.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;He was more muscular than I and bore down against my sword with all his might. I took a deep, strained breath through my gritted teeth, fogging up my blade. Then I relented. I swiveled to one side and let his own weight carry him past me.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;The swordsman tried to turn to meet me, but a single stroke left a deep, gash in his forehead, barely missing his eye. He dropped his blade in pain.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;I followed up with an overhead swing. But he caught the descending blade between his hands. Using the blade as leverage, he threw me, causing me to lose my grip on the katana as I rolled to the edge of the scaffolding.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;I picked myself up only to see the swordsman, his sword in hand, winding up for a throw. I threw my arms over my chest and face. The blade pierced my forearm, knocking me over the edge, through a roof, and onto a scaffold below.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;I gasped on all fours. While the fall broke the sword&#x2019;s tip, it also jostled the blade, making a deeper cut.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;Booming footsteps told me the swordsman was coming. He descended with a savage overhead swing using my own katana. With no other choice, I drew the blade lodged between my forearm and caught his attack. The chipped blades of our swords met once again. The katana, like the sword, lost its tip due to the impact.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;We both jumped back to disengaged and charged. We needed to kill each other. That was our goal. We missed, shooting past each other. And in a unison, we stopped, pivoted, and drove our blades into each other&#x2019;s sides.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;em&#x3E;Shhkkh! &#x3C;/em&#x3E;My broken blade slide through a gap in his armor and penetrated his abdomen. But I did not feel the same. The swordsman&#x27;s blade only nicked my side. He missed? No. A jade talisman, the one Kotaro gave me as payment for my services, fell out from the folds of my clothes and split in half on the ground.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;

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TEK Studios Adaptation Workshop Collection