Author's Reincarnation in a Fantasy Setting

"Huff…huff…haa, just you wait. I'll beat the shit out of you!" Seiren blustered at Nsiria as she stared at her with her angry-looking eyes.

She was tired, indeed, and she didn't want to fight this match anymore, it was a pain for her. But that doesn't mean she won't want to win though, losing was a thing she absolutely hated.

That's why even if she had to push herself to the limits she was not willing to let Nsiria win at any cost.

Nsiria didn't respond to her threat and only raised her sword in Seiren's direction; she was also tired and was sweating and breathing heavily. But she doesn't want to lose either; she had her own reasons to beat Seiren.

"HAAAAAA!" Seiren shouted as she ran toward Nsiria.

-Clank!

-Clank!

-Clank!

They both clashed their blades multiple times and caused the metal scrapping to resound in the arena. Since both of them still had their magiken activated, each time their swords hit against the other's swords, a small blast of air was created at the point of collision.

Seiren and Nsiria didn't have their own sword art style—nor were they trying to develop one. That's why the two girls had similar fighting styles—the basic ones taught by their respective teachers.

Having similar fighting styles caused them to start predicting the other's moves after a certain amount of time. Both of them were able to block the other's attack but their attacks were also getting blocked.

There was no progress at all; if this went on like this then the match won't end until one of the two girls fell from exhaustion.

"Just give it up already, you won't be winning this," said Seiren.

"Neither will you," Nsiria replied.

Seiren passed her an irritated smile and then back off to take a breath; Nsiria didn't chase after her since she wanted a break too.

"Huff…Huff," Seiren breathed as she planted her sword on the ground and stood on its support; she did not take her eyes off of Nsiria though.

Nsiria was the same; she was trying to control her breathing and remain calm but her focus was fully on Seiren. After all, if they let her guard down even for a moment then there is no telling when the other person might attack.

Nsiria carefully observed Seiren, this person, this girl…she had to win against her. It was something she decided as soon as the pair was announced. For some reason she hated her, that's why ever since the match started she was trying to beat the shit out of her but was failing every single time.

'I won't miss this time…' she swore to herself, the next time she'll attack, Seiren won't be going unscathed.

Her breathing was now under control and she had calmed her pulse too, now that she was ready once again, she focused and accessed her mana pool.

She felt up all the mana in her body rising, she visualized every shred of her body filling up with mana. Then she transferred all that energy into her sword; powering the magiken.

Her sword suddenly shone brighter, the light coming out of the blade was now more intense than ever. She also felt that her sword reduced in some weight, it was only a little but she was able to detect it.

She raised her sword and got into a battle posture, her eyes were narrowed and she was staring at Seiren—who was also getting ready for the next round.

"Come on now, let's get this done with," said Seiren as she pointed at Nsiria with her sword's tip.

Nsiria didn't reply, instead, she kicked off the ground and launched herself at Seiren leaving a dust cloud and a small booming sound behind. She titled her sword to the right and as she reached close to Seiren she moved it back and then pulled it forward with all her might, targeting Seiren.

-Clang!!!!

Her blade clashed with Seiren's, she had held her sword horizontally in front of her head and blocked Nsiria with it. This time Seiren hadn't moved from her place at all, rather than that, she had planted her feet on the ground and held the ground.

She'd built a great defense posture, but…this was not enough. She didn't understand why but for some reason, the force behind Nsiria's sword was greater than before.

She was getting pushed back by her; even after her sword was blocked Nsiria was not stopping and was continuously supplying her sword with mana and strength.

Due to this, Seiren's feet were sliding back on the ground and she was losing her ground and her posture was getting messed up.

"Tch, how are you doing this?!" Seiren clicked her tongue as she looked at Nsiria with her frustrated eyes.

"I just know how to control my mana a little better than you," Nsiria replied, there was a tinge of sarcasm in her voice.

"Ahhhhh! Enough of this!!!" Seiren shouted angrily.

She applied all the strength she could gather in her limbs; she tightened the muscles in her arms and legs and began to push Nsiria back. She also tried to send more mana in her sword but it didn't work; she was not used to doing it often.

She then thought of taking a step forward and pushing Nsiria back, but just before she was about to actually do it, she stopped. Another move had formed inside her head by then.

"Whoa!!"

All of a sudden she completely stop resisting Nsiria and loosened up her body, then she quickly stepped back and then shifted to the side.

This caught Nsiria off guard as she was not expecting Seiren to do anything like this. She lost her balance as she was still pressuring against Seiren and when she backed off like that, there wasn't a thing to apply pressure on anymore, and that caused her to lean forward.

A surprised gasp escaped her mouth as she finally fell to the ground—down-faced.