Arc of the Souls Chapter 95: Arc 3, Chapter 18 - Macabre Playing Field, Part One

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"You will have to earn my name!" The person summoned his long odachi-like sword, identifying themselves as a Weapon-Type against him. It was a fair match-up since Rakoji was another Weapon-Type. However, it was still a fundamental against someone of extreme power. But Rakoji knew how to kill a fundamental. After all, he killed Megami Duvet with such ease... Or so he thought. If Megami Duvet was a tad bit stronger and skilled in battle, she would've swept him under the rug. .:. Thousand Leaves was easy, Rakoji. Thousand Leaves was very easy. This person, even though they have a lot more Soul-Energy is nothing compared to you! Right? You're the strongest! .:. "Have it, then!" Rakoji blasted Asteroid Miner against him, a continuous beam that incinerates everything in its path, even the strongest and most durable materials in the galaxy. But the same Asteroid Miner was cut in half, completely missing the person. "Wh-" The person had swung his sword vertically, releasing a projectile slash attack down the alleyway. Rakoji shot the ground under him to evade the projectile, flying up and landing onto a rooftop to the side. He truly felt that he was the one being hunted this time. For a moment, he felt a small bit of remorse for the people he has killed on his hit-list. Maybe they had felt the same way he did right now. "Hah!" Rakoji chuckled. "You stupid idiot! Maybe it would've paid off to research who you try to kill!" "I was not aiming for you." The person aimed for the generator that powered the lines in the industrial area. The shockwave of the generator exploding completely destroyed the building Rakoji stood on, forcing him to jump to another building. He was still in deep trouble. The shockwave was greater than he had imagined as all the buildings in the industrial area were beginning to collapse one by one due to the chain reaction. He ran across the rooftops, stumbling and falling over a few times due to the collapsing buildings and the shockwaves. Eventually, he decided to contact the ground again, standing against the person at even level. "...What the hell did you do?" "I destroyed a crate that contained currency your contractor hid from you." Rakoji was confused at this. "What do you mean? Did you know about this?" "I know everything." "You prick! I could have retired with that money!" The person only chuckled, desummoning his Signature Weapon and walking away. It seemed that his mission was to destroy the currency he was going to receive upon killing Ken Magami. "... Hey... HEY! You don't get to run away after you've destroyed my paycheck!" "You said it yourself." "...What?" "That I cannot meddle with your actions. This unfortunately also means that you cannot meddle with mine." Rakoji was fuming, gripping his HYPERVOLVER tightly. He wanted to pull the trigger so badly. But he couldn't. He was outmatched, and he knew it. He had to make a choice. Either he dies now or he lives to fight another day. "You don't get it! You don't just destroy HUNDREDS AND THOUSANDS OF CREDITS!" The person stopped, his hands in his pockets. "I don't know who the fuck you are, but you don't fuck with me and my job! You won't walk away from me!" The person didn't heed to his threat and simply continued walking away. "You... DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME!!" Rakoji raised his HYPERVOLVER. He was too annoyed to think about the civilians getting hurt in the streets. The hard labourers who threw their life away unwillingly. The innocent people. This was when he made his choice on impulse. Rakoji aimed and shot at the person, which he dodged with the shot with his back turned. Rakoji only fired more, accounting for possible dodges. Shooting shotgun rounds from his HYPERVOLVER to decrease his dodging success. But what he didn't expect is that the person would summon his weapon again, simply deflecting all shots with his sword. "...Motherfucker." Rakoji took the deflections - given that energy attacks, especially his own, couldn't harm him. He shot more sh