Oborozukiyo Eleven Style

At that moment, on the battlefield on Shiro's side, a bizarre scene had appeared: Biwa Juzo and Shiro were each holding a Kubikiribōchō and hacking at each other. In other words, there were two Kubikiribōchō!

"Huff—clang!"

"Hah!"

Biwa Juzo let out a shout, the great blade in his hands swinging at Shiro again and again!

"Heh! Useless. Mine's the female one, yours is the male one. When the male sees the female, it stops working."

Biwa Juzo said nothing. He only silently swung his great blade, clashing with Shiro again and again!

"Clang, clang, clang, clang—"

Finally, with one long, crisp ring, the great blade in Shiro's hand was cut in two, the broken half flying far away with that ringing sound.

Seeing this, the corner of Biwa Juzo's mouth lifted slightly. "Looks like it's your female one that stops working when it sees the male."

With that, Biwa Juzo kicked off the ground and charged toward Shiro again!

"Tch. Then I'll swap to her little sister."

With a flick of his right hand, white light flashed, and another Kubikiribōchō appeared in Shiro's grip. This blade was even stronger than the last, and the gap between it and the one in Biwa Juzo's hand was even smaller.

"Tch, again? A fake is still a fake! No matter how many times you try, it's the same!"

Watching the great blade chop straight down, Shiro turned his own blade sideways and blocked it!

"Oh yeah? There's never been any rule saying a fake has to be worse than the original!"

With that, Shiro exerted force and knocked him back, then wildly swung the great blade in his hand, slashing at Biwa Juzo again and again!

"Clang, clang!"

As he continually parried Shiro's attacks, the shock in Biwa Juzo's heart grew stronger and