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"The words written upon this blade." He stated with a grin. "Is your name. Kabuki. I know that because of the same reason Iknow you work the four elements that are now embued upon this blade. Because I have passed my ability to talk to spiris onto my grandson Damian. I too may do this...and I have already spoken to yours." He said with a grin. "I will not take no for an answer when it comes to this blade, it is a great disrespect to not accept a gift given in this culture. I as the elder know the true value of a given gift as well. The reason, which you are wondering, why the last gift given must be my own...is because I beleive a gift should never need to be payed for...for it is only a gift. I gave you a gift, you tryed to pay me, I refused your money and gave it back. You gave me a statue worthy of a king, obviously using the help of your earth element right? So...I had to give a gift in return, to equal it to what it began with. It isn't even a have to....it is now a want to." He said with a grin as he held the sword out still.

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Laying on the ground...Feeling weak and feeble...Feeling useless and forgotton...I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't just let myself die in this desert; to just become another statistic. I needed to get going. I needed to move on. I needed to see the one I loved...I needed Runa...

Agonizingly, I began to unsteadily rise to my feet, shaking tremendously with every inch I rose. Letting out grunts of extrutiating pain, I slowly staggered to and fro as I approached the city with every little step.

"Runa...I will not...stay here...and die...I refuse...to degrade...myself...in such...a manor..."

((Going to Ako City))

He laughed and shook his head. "I never said that you were trying to hide your other side." He said with a grin and shook his head, his attention now completely and totally zoomed in on the action infront of him. The air around was still amazingly electric as everyone waited for the first strike that would start this out.

Urika was right, Damian had things hiudden within him that had not yet quite come forth from his body in an actual fight...but this might be one of those exceptions. Where everyone would see his and his grandfather's special ability. He grinned as he heard the word: "begin" and that was what he did. He sprung forwards from his side of this risen square of land and he grinned as his father made the first move. His sword cut through the air skillfully, slightly angled downwards towards Damian's head.

It was not hard to block such an attack and Damian's blade mety his with incredible speed and power for someone with such young years as himself. Steel clashed sttel and at that moment everyone seemed to sit back a little more, the anticipation of the first strike now gone they watched comfortably and excitedly. Urika pressed harder, adding wait down on the sword and towards his son. Damian only smiled as he let the pressure on his end go and he roled backwards. This sent his father stumbling forwards and with thatduring his roll backwards he propped up upo nhis back and sent his feet right into his face.

Urika toppled backwardsfrom the kick to the face and when he got back up his nose was profusely bleeding and very possibly broken. He had a look of fury in his eyes, and if the spectators looked close enough, they would realize that the only reason Damian could overcome him so easily was because he was completely calm and peacful. He did not strike towards his father, only retaliated. He did not insult, he only replied to insults. He was completely at peace, this was his spiritual unity. He was completely with his spirit at the moemnt, and he knew his grandfather would be able to feel it. If his father continued to fight foolishly...he would fall faster then an anvil from an airplane.

His father glared him donw and he slowly advanced towards him, he had a wicked grin on his face and he shook his head. "You will soon see whyI have become the master swordsman of this village...of this clan." He said with a grin. There was no reaction from Damian, unles you were really looking for it...a smile slowly curled at the side of his lips. Urika quickly rushed forwards, sword behind him in a traditional charging stance, in the last seconds he unleashed the sword, slicing upwardsand diagonaly towards Damian's midsection. Again, in Damian's state this was no problem that he needed to deal with. His spiritual unity fuelinghis power as he shook his head. He sidestepped faster then his grandfather ahd shot his hand out towards Kabuki's face before to give him the seeds. The sword whizzed through the air infront of his face and his father had to take a couple of steps to slow down. In the first step past Damian his sword had been brought down upon his back.

There was a very loud crack, the people thought it was all over, but it was only the flat of the blade. Urika yelled out in pain as he arched his back, a rad mark under his shirt rapidly appearing. He turned around, his eyes burning with hatred. "Alright then....it's time that we gotr serious." He growled as he ripped the sleeves off his shirt, taking the vest off so it was now only the shirt that had been beneath with the now ripped sleeves. Damian smirked and the father now strategicly circled his son. He seemed like a different person now as he was more accurately attacking Damian. A slice went diagonally upwards and then circled dow nand went horizontally across. Damian was all of a sudden shocked by the speed of the attacks. The sword dug through his shirt going diagonally up and cutting through his chest and then the attack that came horizontally his sword came down to block it but not quick or strong enoguh. Damian's blade was knocked aside and the cut when right across the other slice he had received. Making a slanted plus sign. The elder looked on with wide eyes, hoping that Damian would stop underestimating his father.

Damian smiled as he looked down at his shirt,the weird + sign seemed to mock his abilities as it bled down on his shirt. He smirked and shook his head, it was indeed time to stop mocking this man. He would takethe rest of this fight seriously. Urika was stuck on winning this fight though, whatever it took, he would not be beaten by a mere 10 year old. He narrowed his eyes, standing there and glaring towards Damian. His blade was like lightning, one blow could change the flow of any fight, and this was one of them.

As he sent a fake attack toward's Damian's right side, Damain backflipped to avoid the attack, but it was only a fake and the blade easily diverted, like his father intended and it struck right on target, the blade slid through the ligaments on the back of Damian's right knee. There was an intense scream of pain as he landed and he fell backwards, saving himself from looking further foolish he saved himself with a back roll when he landed and stood propped up with his left leg. He had no more use of the right leg and he would be at a great disadvantage now.

The elder's eyes widened as he watche. "Nooo!!!" He growled, seeing the strike and the blood pouring from Damian's right leg. He shook his head and covered his face with his hands. "Oh no..." He whispered. But to everyone's complete shock Damian had his head lowered and his back shook with laughter. "What's wrong with his kid!?" A man growled. "He's freakin nuts!" He stated as Damain looked up and he had a grin upon his face. He used his sword to get up and his right leg hung on the ground limp because it's ligaments were gone he could not move it at all, it was just a dead leg now, it was useless and only wouldhang there for the remainder of the fight.

Urika's eyes widened. "Ahhh...so it's time for the world to know the power of the true phoenix?" He asked with a smile. As Damian looked through the crowd for his grandfather, his eyes had actual flames within them, it was not just an illision, or his entire eye either, only the colored part of his eye had become flames within, the pupil and whites still there. He nodded appologeticly when he had found him and the elder nodded back, knowing it had to be done. "Let's hope that you have enough strength left to use this..." He whispered to himself...it would be a miicle if he can pull it off....keeping balancewith the leg he had not practiced with and having no use of his right leg either. A test...." The elder whispered, watching closely.

((lol, I am a semi-talented writer I suppose. Thank you very much))

The elder looked over to him and gave a nod as if he knew exactly what thought had jus tgone through his head. Without a word he turned back to the fight, extremely worried about Damian's condition, the blood slill leaking terribly from his torn ligaments and on the arena floor was where it rested. He still smiled though,the flames in his eyes burning like the fires of the phoenix in which his clan had symbolized. Only he and his grandfather had prefected the true power of it.

Urika laughed as he saw his son's demise coming oh so closer and closer. "I left you on those mountains because I thought you posed a threat to me Damian...but I do not see why anymore." He spat, laughing at the son's futile efforts. But surprisingly Damian suddenly stood erect upon his left leg, letting his right leg hang still, he leaned forwards and his arms stuck out to each side as he stood there and hisface stayed right towards Urika. It looked like the fire bird in flight(with a limp leg of coarse). Urika smiled and shook his head as he dropped low and he stayed low, staring at him with angry eyes. He grinned as he pounced forwards, charging like a cat, Damian stayed motionless as the father aproached, but then Urika lept forwards and sent a lightining fast jab with his sword towards Damian's heart.

It happened all in less then a split second. If the people had looked close enough for that tiny amount of time, they would have noticed the flame's dissapear, and his left leg wobbled, throwing Damian off balance. The sword penetrated, goign right through the center of his chest, not hitting his heart because of the small movement, what had just happened. The sword was sunk through to the hilt and showing through the back of Damian's shirt. Blood poured form both sides and the small boy's body collapsed to the floor.

The elder's eyes widened immediatly and he stood up as fast as he could. "NOOO!!!" He screamed out, his voice like thunger echoing across barren plains. Everythign went absolutely silent and the thud of the body upon the floor was very audible. The leder's hand was outstretched, as if to touch the boy's face one last time. Was it truely the end of his grandson...to the hand of his own father...what had happened? Could he still be saved? "The grandfather collapsed into his seat, wheezing in shock. "Damian..." He whispered.

((er...not to givew anything away....but keep your charector seated...lol. at least the suspence built up till you read this. But you still have to think what exactly IS going to happen. razz ))