Rakudai Kishi no Eiyuutan - Volume 6 - Chapter 7.2

Part 6 
"What a pain.... I wanted to get this over with quickly...." 
Standing in an untouched section of the charred ring, Sara muttered and gazed bitterly. A feeling of disinterest and boredom drifted from her entire body. That was only to be expected. Her head as currently filled with the thought of finally having found her ideal model. She wanted to study it closely. She wanted to touch and lick and eat it, as raw as possible. That interest was suppressing everything else, especially her inclination to dirty her hands with other matters. And this obsession was especially strong for 
an artist. She was already showing loss of control. For Sara, there was usually no chance that she would be so negligent in this kind of match. 
"...Don't run around...." 
So thinking only of ending this quickly, Sara once again took aim at Kuraudo who had dodged her Fire Red of Brilliant Blaze. Flowever — 
What a haphazard attack from Contender Sara! Even though Color of Magic had previously been launched from a blind spot, this time she's throwing it all straight from the front! But how would it be able to hit...!?
Exactly so. Even a normal person without Marginal Counter would probably be able to dodge such a sloppy attack. Naturally it wouldn't hit Kuraudo, who casually jumped to the side to avoid it, 
"FFa ha! This girl's not even listening to — !?" 
Suddenly, he pitched forward. 
l"Oh! What's this!? Contender Kurashiki was dodging, but suddenly stopped! ?
Why was that? Why did he stop his evasion? No. FFe didn't stop himself. Something stopped him. FFow it was done was instantly visible. 
Tlida-san! Please look at Sword Eater's feet!
There, a white line that no one had been aware of was connecting Sara straight to Kuraudo's feet. 
"Color of Magic —Silk White of Steady Guidance. 
That was the concept of setting a path. It was a road of color that could not be stepped away from. And since the color of brilliant blaze that had been 
thrown before was used to completely surround this span of ground, Kuraudo was not able to dodge this. But — 
"Then I just gotta run down this road — !" 
Kuraudo wasn’t the least bit hesitant. With his inborn reflexes and his highly trained body, he immediately recovered from his stumble, and immediately strode forward down the path spread before him! And against the scarlet color that was burning down on him — 
"Hebigami —!" 
—he swung his sword. It was Kuraudo’s self-taught swordsmanship that had previously cornered Ikki, an instant counterattack that slashed from both left and right with the sword in his right hand empowered by his inborn Marginal Counter. But now, Kuraudo released it with both hands. Four instant counterattacks in total. The paint falling onto Kuraudo was slashed apart into a spray of color. No specks were missed by Kuraudo’s vision, and as they spun through the air, he continued forward without trouble, charging toward Sara on the other end of the path. 
Sara probably didn't consider the possibility that someone would be coming at her this way, advancing while warding off her attack. In her surprise, her movements became dull. Naturally, Kuraudo didn’t miss this observation. Dashing down the white line with force, he swung his sword, striking Sara with all his might. Against that level of power and strength, Sara was knocked off her feet to spin in midair, and she flew for ten meters before rolling to a stop on the ground. 
Part 7 
l"Contender Kurashiki’s Orochimaru has finally connected! He's made the first hit! Contender Sara goes down from a strike like a traffic accident! Was it fatal! ?
l"...No, please look. She’s standing up.
As Muroto said, Sara stood up as if nothing had happened. Upon close inspection, her body was unscratched and not a drop of blood had been shed. How? The reason was on her left arm—where Kuraudo had struck, her arm was covered in paint. 
"Color of Magic — Gunmetal Gray of Rigid Steel ." 121 
Sara had turned her own arm into steel, and nullified the cutting attack. Bringing back his sword, Kuraudo who had tactile sense beyond that of other humans clicked his tongue. 
"Tch. Weird techniques one after the next." 
Against so many different techniques up to this point, how would he continue fighting? And yet—the one who got this far was Kuraudo. This fact gave him confidence, straightening his back. He would continue. 
"I'll get through this!" 
Seeing an unhurt enemy, the Sword Eater begins again without hesitation!
Good judgment. The defense against the previous attack was exceptional, but it can't be maintained continuously. If one attack doesn't settle things, you can only continue attacking until it's done!
Kuraudo displayed a persistent chain of attacks. Under that, Sara Bloodlily could be seen as being slowly pushed back—her face was lowered as if hanging her head without looking at Kuraudo pilling on force. 
"...tating...." 
She mumbled something. That voice—it spoke complaints like the dried lips of a ghost. 
"...Irritating.... Even though I have a lot of painting to do, even though I have only seventy years of life or so to spend on all of it, there’s been only nuisances. This is a nuisance. Even though I want to paint him even one minute, one second sooner... to study himmm... even though I don’t have any interest in you....!" 
In an instant, Sara’s downcast face snapped upward. 
"Don't waste my tiiiime!" 
Bloodshot eyes filled with hatred and lost patience stabbed toward Kuraudo, and a right hand holding Brush of the Demiurge moved so quickly that observers couldn’t follow. With that, something was drawn in the empty air. It was a messy picture that a child could make with a crayon. But—everyone in the hall realized what it was instantly, because in the next moment, the image drawn in midair took on solid form, escaping from artwork into the real world and falling into Sara’s left hand. What she now clutched was—no, what she had created, was — 
"Purple Caricature—Thompson. "  
It was perhaps the world’s most famous drum-fed machine gun. 
TWh-What is thiiis!? I-It’s a gun! Contender Sara drew a gun in midair, then made it real! What kind of Noble Art is this!? I heard she manipulates the concept of color, but there was no data about Kaleidoscope Sara 
Bloodlily having this kind of ability! This is a hidden power she's never shown before!
THey hey, can you even do that!?Her ability isn't just about colors!?
Despite previously being known as part of Rokuzon Academy, the Bloody Da Vinci Sara Bloodlily as publicly showing her Noble Art, Purple Caricature, for the first time to the astonishment of the crowd. But the one most surprised was Kuraudo. And Sara aimed her Thompson at Kuraudo, pulling the trigger. When she did, the gun —as if it was no different from a real one—emitted intense muzzle flashes and resounded with explosions of gunpowder. 
"Kuh!" 
A stream of full-auto fire at a rate of eight hundred shots per minute. Had the Sword Eater stopped at a distance, he could have protected himself completely even from this. But—when he charged in recklessly, he put himself too close! 
Terrible gunshots we can hear even from the broadcasting station! Contender Sara fires ceaselessly without mercy! Contender Kurashiki will definitely die—n-no! ?
Unexpectedly, the announcer's tone flipped. Because — 
"GRRAAAHHHHH!" 
T A-Amazing! Contender Kurashiki took the attack! Swinging his two skeletal swords, he's cutting down all the bullets in a shower of sparks —!
Indeed, it was true. Kuraudo had shortened the length of Orochimaru into two daggers, and deflecting all of the Thompson’s full-auto shots at very close range. At this, even Muroto was at a loss for explanation. 
TIt really is amazing. A feat that only he, with Marginal Counter, could perform.
And for Kuraudo who was enduring Sara’s fierce attack with a heartripping scream, an opportunity came. Suddenly, a blunt click resounded, and Sara’s barrage ended. There was no need to confirm the reason. 
She's out of bullets!? 
With this excellent chance, Kuraudo switched completely to offense. "Extend, Orochimaru —!" 
Growing from its shortest length, the blade of Orochimaru shot outward with great force, aiming at Sara’s heart. Sara’s physical ability was not at Kuraudo's level. She could not avoid the extending Orochimaru, which had just been able to keep up with her fast bullets. And yet —at the instant the point of the sword would have arrived at her heart, Orochimaru veered away in its trajectory, stabbing into the ground next to her. 
"Huh!?” 
Even Kuraudo was confused by this. He surely 
extended Orochimaru straight forward. Such strange behavior should not have occurred. So why did the trajectory change...!? 
But Kuraudo instantly realized the answer. Upon closer look at the ground where Orochimaru was stuck, a bulls-eye target had been drawn there. 
So it was pulled into the target...!? 
Via the concept of "target" and "aim", Orochimaru had been forced to shift its mark. It was the same as with a gun. In other words... 
This girl is definitely... not just using colors! She can manipulate any concept she draws...! 
Illusions that paint over reality. That kind of artistry was not unlike divine creation. Demiurge’s —a false god's brush. Wasn't it a very appropriate name? And Kurashiki's surprise didn't end there. Because — 
"Purple Caricature—" 
—the next illusion was being drawn at that very moment, aimed at him. 
Floating next to Sara Bloodlily was a white and long pole-like thing. No doubt it was — 
— Tomahawk." ^ 
— a missile. Naturally, there was no possible way for a pair of swords to deal with something like this. 
A flash and a roar and an explosion of heat reached into the sky above Osaka. 
Part 8 
At the moment of detonation, screams of agony sounded from all over the venue. 
TD-Direct hiiit! What an immense blast from the cruise missile! It looks like the audience was protected by mage-knights, but the ring is so covered by 
flame and smoke that we can't see a thing! Is Contender Kurashiki safe...!? 

No, he must be dead!
Even if that’s true, there's no trace of him left!
Naturally, because a Tomahawk was a cruise missile designed to destroy battleships or fortifications. It was not firepower for use against a single individual. A direct hit from that would leave not a single piece of meat behind. 
And yet— 
TEh?
As the black smoke cleared from the venue, it slowly became possible to see the ring, and both the audience and the broadcasters swallowed a breath. In the ring, Kuraudo was indeed not there. Well, that was expected. Anyone could've predicted that. But if so, then what was that? 
Where Kuraudo had been standing, something that looked like a white cocoon was.... 
And in the moment everyone was thinking over the question, it was answered. The cocoon that had appeared in the ring began to come apart slowly. Layers upon layers of white ribbon separated with rustling noises. If one looked very, very closely, the ribbons that made up the cocoon... were blades. White blades of bone that didn't catch the light. And what came out of the cocoon was —an uninjured Kuraudo Kurashiki. 
TWh-What is thiiis!? Contender Kurashiki isn't wounded at all after taking a cruise missile's direct hit! How can this be!?
I"It appears that since the Device Orochimaru can be lengthened or contracted at will, he wrapped it around his body, and allowed it to absorb the explosion. Devices are not things that chip or break easily, so they can be used as shields to take blows.
Indeed, what Muroto said was surely true. Kuraudo discerned that he couldn’t use a sword to match a missile, so he drew Orochimaru as long and thin as he could to use as material for an improvised shelter. But this was also a feat that only Kuraudo with his Marginal Counter could perform. Actually, the timing was truly tight. 
"...What a ridiculous thing to do." 
Kuraudo scowled at Sara who must be standing in the drifting smoke. He was going after her life mercilessly as well, but Sara didn’t have any concern for limits. To bring such massive firepower to kill a single person was — 
As Kuraudo was cursing her, the black smoke in front of him shifted in the breeze, and he saw.... 
Muzzles of military machine guns were pointed at him by an army corps of over a hundred skeletons. 
"Purple Caricature—Necro Battalion." 1111 "This girl... really is way too much...." 
That instant, the hundred or so muzzles fired a storm of lead that couldn’t be compared to the density or speed from before. All of it hit Kuraudo, to punch his body into a honeycomb. 
Part 9 
"Wha...!?" 
Gun barrels in formation. Seeing Kuraudo swallowed by the storm of lead flying from those barrels in unison, Ikki leaped up from his folding chair, sending it crashing to the ground. Was he seeing Kuraudo’s gruesome last moments? 
-No. 
"I-It can't be...." 
What spilled from his trembling lips was surprise. The bullets certainly hit. Such a dense barrage would definitely turn a human into not just a honeycomb, but ground meat. That was certain, but Kuraudo was standing calmly inside that storm of lead as if it wasn't affecting him at all. 
Wh-What is this!? Are we really seeing this, or is it a dream...!? 
Contender Kuraudo should've been devoured by the undead army's fire...! But he's standing! No, not just standing... he's walking! Inside the horizontal rain of lead, he's calmly continuing forward, approaching Contender Sara Bloodlily —!
At this spectacle, even Sara was shaking with her mouth open. Inconceivable. It was a barrage of lead with no gaps to hide in. Kuraudo had blocked the automatic gunshots from the Thompson, but this was not an amount of bullets that he could deal with. No, Kuraudo wasn't even swinging his sword right now. He was only carrying Orochimaru in his hands. In other words, he was taking hundreds of machine gun shots without defending himself. Then how was he standing? How was he facing this? 
The method—was something only Ikki Kurogane in the arena waiting room knew. Kuraudo was indeed not making any attempt to dodge, just as he 
appeared. His body was exposed to the barrage defenselessly. And yet the bullets were not gouging out his flesh—they were veering aside. The moment any touched Kuraudo’s body, it glided past over his clothing, flowed around him without wounding. No —they were being made to do so. 
...Kurashiki-kun figured it out somehow while learning swordsmanship. He realized that two-sword style was an excellent fit for his ability. There must have been someone to point it out , and more than anything his previous aggression and sharpness isn't there anymore. What's here now is a swordsman's well-honed spirit. But how... how can it be... the one behind Kurashiki-kun is... you...!? 
Ikki knew. A certain genius swordsman’s perfect defense of grasping the flow of everything in nature, perceiving their subtleties to ward off each and every attack, derived after half a lifetime of risk — 
Ayatsuji Single-Sword Style secret technique — Ten'i Muhou. 
...That's right , Ayatsuji-san said that she was going to spend summer vacation with her father while he was in rehabilitation, but he sent her away. 
That’s right. That’s how it was. If he had a student like this, he'd instantly be sentenced to death as a matter of family judgment. To teach somone who had half-killed him, what was the Last Samurai thinking? Ikki couldn’t get that far into his head, but even so — 
"A-Amazing...." 
At Kuraudo’s talent, words of admiration spilled from Ikki's mouth. This was something he couldn’t imitate. Ikki's Ten'i Muhou would never be able to divert this many bullets. In fact, back at the training camp while fighting 
the Pierrot’s rock puppets, many of them had attacked him at once, and he had taken hard blows he couldn't dodge. Yet Kuraudo was eluding hundreds of attacks completely. This was a feat that his Marginal Counter allowed. Ten’i Muhou and Marginal Counter had great synergy. Ordinary attacks were now probably already unable to even scratch him. 

"...Tch. After a missile, now it’s a whole brigade. Coming up with this and that, are you Dora^mon 1 ^ 1 or something? This was a trick I finally managed to get so I could use it on that bastard in our match." 
While calmly walking within the hail of bullets, Kuraudo spat bitterly. It seemed that he wanted revenge for having been knocked unconscious back then, coughing and pissing blood while undergoing hellish training that was likely potentially fatal, all for a secret technique that he finally mastered at the edge of death and sanity, for something to astonish Ikki with in their fight. 
Against that, Sara's soldiers raised the density of their barrage even more. But—all of it flowed around him, and Kuraudo’s skin wasn't even lightly torn. 
"Useless useless useless! No matter how much lead you send flying straight at me, it’s all wasted effort! That kind of thing’s not gonna stop me!" 
To give a swordsman clad in Ten'i Muhou a fatal strike, one must deliver a cut backed by skill and force. But Sara was a painter. Naturally, she could not use a sword, and so she couldn’t stop Kuraudo’s advance! 
"Hey, you said something interesting a while ago, didn't you? That you weren’t interested in me. That I was a nuisance. What a coincidence... I think the same thing. I only care about the guy after you. I'm not even thinking about a small fry like you. So — 
get the hell out of my way!" 
With that roar, Kuraudo began rushing toward Sara who was still standing behind the skeleton army stretched out before him. Naturally, the undead soldiers descended upon him with bayonets to stop him, but — 
"Mooovvveee!" 
Kuraudo extended Orochimaru to great length, and cut them down in a single swing. One horizontal line. The bisected skeletons turned to ripped paper. The only enemy left in the ring was Sara — 
"It's overrr!" 
Kuraudo extended his sword again, aiming at his last enemy’s neck. Against that, Sara didn't stay still. Moving her arm at a blurring speed once more, she drew something using Brush of the Demiurge. But whatever. Whether it was a tank or a fighter jet or a giant robot—it wouldn't be a match for Kuraudo. No matter what appeared, he'd cut it down! With such spirit, Kuraudo swung Orochimaru with all his might. 
But— 
*Clang* 
The air rang with the sound of heavy clashing metal, and the white bone blade lurched back. 
"....Wh...!" 
At that moment, Kuraudo's expression was frozen in shock. His full-force attack had been blocked—no, it was more than that. It had been stopped by Kaleidoscope Sara Bloodlily, the lowest opponent. Now Kuraudo was 
confused to the point that he couldn’t recover. And the thing so surprising that he couldn’t breathe was — 
The thing that had blown Kuraudo’s full force attack back was a blackhaired boy holding a glimmering black katana. 
"Purple Caricature —Crownless Sword King ." ^ 
And Sara said this. 
"If you want to fight him so badly... then you can do it as much as you like." 
Instantly, the Crownless Sword King who’d pushed Orochimaru back lowered his waist. 
Oh sh —! 
"Ittou Shura." 
Piercing the distance clad in a blue light that cut through the atmosphere, in a flash that no sword could keep up with, he cut deeply into Kuraudo’s chest. 
"Gaaahhh!" 
An attack that sliced his exposed skull tattoo diagonally. The unexpected blade strike made Kuraudo stagger, his blood splashing. But his shock was greater than the damage of the wound. His eyes were locked wide open at the impossible reality before him, and he had no words for it. Nor was he the only one surprised. 
Wh...What is going on!? Contender Kurogane who must be in the waiting room suddenly appeared in the ring, and attacked Contender Kurashiki!
I-It can't be! Purple Caricature can even reproduce other Blazers...!?
At Sara’s incredible feat of recreating a Blazer and his Noble Art, the broadcasters and their commentary and the audience and everything else was frozen in disbelief. The Crownless Sword King created by Purple Caricature didn't let this good opportunity go. With sharp strikes that were surely no weaker than Ikki's own, he pressed the attack. Against them, Kuraudo wouldn't be able to counter — 
Contender Kurashiki is on the defensive! He can't make a move! Can he overcome this situation...!?
This is terrible for Contender Kurashiki, isn't it? The strength of his Marginal Counter is reaction speed above human norms and the movement speed it allows. Those two speed advantages provide him all kinds of frontline tactical choices. Originally, it would make him an even match with the Crownless Sword King using Ittou Shura, and he could probably stay defensive for one minute—but it seems dual wielding is too much. His reaction speed is still better than the Crownless Sword King, but the maximum acceleration of moving two swords can't keep up with Marginal Counter. At this rate....
They gave way. The action progressed even faster than Muroto could explain it. Kuraudo's defense with two blades finally gave way, and the strikes from a glimmering black blade the same as the real Crownless Sword King's began to mangle Kuraudo's flesh. In the middle of the ring, fresh blood flew. The Crownless Sword King had been using Ittou Shura for less than twenty seconds. At this rate, Kuraudo couldn't possibly endure. 
"Dammit...!" 
This fact made Kuraudo grind his teeth. 
Am I gonna lose again...!? 
Even though he had coughed and pissed blood, worked himself with the intent to change his own soul's shape — 
Can I—not beat this guy.... 
His mind seemed to fracture at this frustration. While taking one hit after another from the Crownless Sword King, his heart was cracking just like his bones. But in that situation, one man's voice consumed Kuraudo's mind. That was — 
Why do you want a rematch with Kurogane-kun this much?
At the Ayatsuji dojo, he had confronted Kaito... to kneel before the man and beg for training. This had been Kaito's response. Kaito knew Kuraudo wasn't the type to lower his head for anyone, so Kaito asked what the reason was for going this far. Kuraudo's reply was — 
TI'm the same as you.
And his gaze shifted to what Kaito was holding in one hand. 
T Even though you just got out of the hospital, and who knows how many years you've got left to live, you're spending another night in a dead dojo doing stuff like this so seriously. In other words, you—hate that you lost to me, and you're not gonna let it go, right?
T — Right.
TI'm no different. I'm not gonna stay the loser. My insides are seething — I'm not gonna sit around doing nothing!
That's right. That's exactly right. He wasn't going to stand getting beaten. So he'll win. He came here to win against Ikki, nothing else. So — 
"...Don't... fuck with me...." 
He couldn’t lose. He couldn't lose to this flimsy imitation...! That honest and straightforward-to-a-fault guy wasn't waiting around for even a second. That guy was rapidly, steadily moving forward, getting farther away at unbelievable speed. But Kuraudo didn't want to be left behind. Yeah, he wanted to be like that. For the first time in Kuraudo's life, he found someone worth admiring. So — 
"I'm not gonna lose! To some damn fake!" 
With that blood-drenched scream, he struck simultaneously from both left and right using Hebigami. But his counterattack was weakened; Kuraudo had already lost too much blood — 
*Slash* 
Kuraudo's counter was brushed away, and conversely his torso was cut deeply into. The spray of blood that followed was clearly fatal. His knee was broken and his posture collapsed. His body fell to the ring at last. And at the moment of his fall — 
"Kuraudooo! Don't give uuuuuppp!" 
A desperate yell of support entered his ears. It was the voice of a guy Kuraudo knew well. A voice he couldn't forget even if he wanted to. When he looked in that direction, indeed that guy was there. Under the red gate, hurry from the waiting room, it was the true Ikki Kurogane. That's right, that guy definitely rushed here, if only to give Kuraudo the slightest push just as he was about to crumble any moment. And that support certainly reached Kuraudo — 
*Snap* 
Something exploded in Kuraudo’s head, in his heart. A blaze of fury and hatred ignited. 
—Why? Why are you here? Why are you cheering me on? And with that desperate expression? Why? As if I need that kind of thing from you!? 
 
"Don’t look down on me, Kuroganeeeee —!" 
Kuraudo’s world turned red from outrage. The oxygen-carrying blood in his body started to move at an unprecedented speed, bringing unparalleled vitality to his near-crumpled body. His feet were once again planted firm on the ground, holding Kuraudo’s body strong. At that moment, Kuraudo’s spirit was surpassing his flesh due to the rage toward Ikki he felt. It was a miraculous moment in which he passed his highest limits. An impossible moment that would vanish like a dream if he took even a single breath more. But for Kuraudo, it was enough. Wagering all his soul, he struck the Crownless Sword King before him in that one moment — 
"HAAAAA-!” 
Moving his body with extreme speed, he made eight attacks with his own self-taught swordsmanship—Yamata no Orochi. 
Kuraudo did so with two swords. In other words, a total of sixteen slashes! 
It too was different from what it was before, now a series of slashes refined by Kaito. It was the utmost extreme that a combat prodigy born with the natural ability called Marginal Counter could achieve at this moment. Using Ten'i Muhou to slip through it like Ikki had done before would be impossible, and even the world’s strongest sword couldn't defend against sixteen strikes flying toward it in an instant— 
The Crownless Sword King’s body was chopped to pieces, his human shape turning back to mundane paper scattering to the wind — 
Two black katanas pierced Kuraudo’s body noisily. 
Kuraudo stared with dry eyes. Before him, there stood two Crownless Sword Kings clad in blue light, their swords stabbed into him. 
.. .then you can do it as much as you like.
Kuraudo now understood what Sara had meant back then. It had been neither provocation nor sarcasm. Its meaning was literal. Sara Bloodlily could do such a thing. She could draw however many dozens of Crownless Sword Kings that it would take until Kuraudo crumbled. 
"...Ah." 
A gob of blood spilled from Kuraudo’s mouth. Twin swords of bone fell from limp hands. 
—Battle was always heartless. No matter how strong the wish one held, there would only be a single victor in the ring. The desires of those who fall are left behind, with no one sparing them a backward glance. 
"D... Dammit...." 
Here and now, a single man's wish to catch up and surpass his foe came to an end. 
Part 10 
 Contender Kurashiki falls in the ring, and the chief referee has stopped the match! It’s over! The winner is Contender Sara Bloodlily!
The name of the victor was declared by the broadcaster. But from the audience seats where excitement and accolades usually came, there was only a low rumble of confusion. It was because of Sara Bloodlily's overwhelming strength. 
 Even though the battle is over, the venue hall is silent. There are only caught breaths and shocked gazes at the winner standing in the ring! But that is not unreasonable. Contender Sara's strength... doesn't seem to be CRank at all!
She was hiding her power, wasn't she?
I"Commentator Muroto, you do believe that's the case?
TYes, it happens occasionally. Blazers who have an overwhelming power, or those who don't wish for opponents measure their strength, purposefully restrain themselves to just barely qualify as Seven Stars Sword-Art Festival representatives, hiding their abilities.
Yes, that does happen sometimes. First-class mage-knights don't want to show their hands. For example. Seven Stars Sword King Yuudai Moroboshi had once hidden the fact that he could disrupt Devices using his Noble Art Tiger Bite. However — 
...But even so, this strength is... abnormal.
Muroto's grumbling voice was trembling. As a former KOK A-League member, he understood how strange Sara's ability was. 
The ability to not only manipulate color, but give a drawn image substance. That alone is extremely powerful. But Contender Bloodlily was born able to reproduce Blazers, and entire Noble Arts. In other words, if she wanted to she could use every Blazer ability....
— Clearly there were no blind spots to that power. A method to defeat it would be impossible to find. 
Moreover, even while making that many weapons and soldiers, and creating Blazers as well, she did not run out of magic power... Contender 
Sara Bloodlily's rank must be revised immediately. She is undoubtedly a match for the Crimson Princess and the Sword Emperor of Wind, an ARank Blazer!
In the smothering silence of the confused venue hall, Kuraudo who had used up all his strength and lost consciousness was carried past Ikki in a stretcher. 
The Sword Eater was strong. He had attained a strength that couldn't be compared to what it was when they fought, holding talent enough to learn both two-sword style and Ten'i Muhou in a short time. And in this fight, he had displayed an outstanding battle sense... but even staking his soul on the match, he wasn't able to win. 
No, that wasn't it. In the end, he hadn't even been able to give Sara a single wound. 
"The Bloody Da Vinci, Sara Bloodlily...." 
Ikki swallowed a breath as he watched Sara walk off. Indeed, the Beast Tamer had previously said as much without it seeming like flattery. Without a doubt, there were one or two in this tournament he'd have to fight with his true strength. 
I have to go up against multiple monsters like that in a row ... ? 
Ikki's shoulders sank at this heavy realization. 

 References 
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2. Tump upt One hundred billion yen is approximately nine hundred million US dollars. In comparison, this is in the same price magnitude as the Japanese broadcast rights for eight years of Olympic games. 
3. Tump upt lakotsu Soujin, "Snake Bone Twinblades" 
4. Tump upt Brush of the Demiurge: This is an exact translation of ‘T^ 0 Jb zi'XCDlt, demiurugosu no fude. 
5. Tump upt Color of Magic—Aqua Blue of Water Surface: This uses the kanji ft — 7K® O 7 0 T 7 Jl— , shikisai majutsu—minamo no akuaburuu ("Color Spellcasting—Aqua Blue of Water Surface"). 
6. Tump upt Color of Magic—Fire Red of Brilliant Blaze: This uses the kanji — f'i y T A ~7 U— h, shikisai majutsu—kakuen no faiareddo ("Color Spellcasting —Fire Red of Brilliant Blaze"). 
7. Tump upt Color of Magic—Silk White of Steady Guidance: This uses the kanji — t\sC) A h, shikisai majutsu—michibiki no shirukuhowaito ("Color Spellcasting —Silk White of Guidance"). 
8. Tump upt Color of Magic —Gunmetal Gray of Rigid Steel: This uses the kanji £ )l, shikisai majutsu—hagane no ganmetaru ("Color Spellcasting—Steel Gunmetal"). 
9. Tump upt Purple Caricature—Thompson: This uses the kanji flSStili — h > V >, gensou giga — tonposon ("Illusional Caricature — Thompson"). 
10 . Tump upt Purple Caricature—Tomahawk: This uses the kanji £]2iJiijc W- b T t\s — 0, gensou giga — tomahouku ("Illusional Caricature — Tomahawk”). 
11. Tump upt Purple Caricature—Necro Battalion: This uses the kanji £] fMM-ttMW&r gensou giga—shiryou guntai ("Iiiusional Caricature — Ghost Army"). 
12. Tump upt Dora*mon: Doraemon, a character from the manga of the same name by Fujiko Fujio. He produces aii kinds of gadgets from his pocket. 
13. Tump upt Purple Caricature—Crownless Sword King: This uses the kanji gensou giga—mukan no ken'ou ("Iilusionai Caricature —Crownless Sword King”).