14 Spar

Two weeks later, Jujustu High Tokyo, June 13,2007.....

" Bang!! Bang!!" Two figures clashed in an epic battle, while three other figures stood a few meters away, assessing every move made by the two fighters with smiles.

" Oi Madara, are you looking down on me? Give me your best shot dammit." One figure Immediately moved back a few meters and spoke with a scowl. He had short black hair, with a scar running from his left eyebrow to his cheek. He was dressed in a standard black shirt and long pants and held unto a black sheathed katana, as lightning streaked all across his body.

The other figure only sighed and shook his head. He had short blonde hair and wore a bluish black long necked shirt and long pants. He was relatively handsome, but his face had a completely bored look, as if he was being forced to do something he didn't want to...

" Great Divination Technique: Eternal Blade." Madara murmured in a low tone and stretched his arm forward. Soon, a golden black long saber that resembled a katana materialized in his palm.

" Be careful." With only two words to his sparring partner, his body shot forward, like an arrow leaving its bow and rapidly approached Ichigo. Upon reaching a few meters near to Ichigo, he stomped the floor and shot into the sky.

As his body dropped at high speeds, he brandished his blade and slashed it forward.

" Clang!!!" Ichigo completely pulled his katana out of its sheath and blocked the attack with his blade, taking several steps back in the process.

Giving him no time to recover, Madara fiercely pressed on, his body moving at speeds untraceable by the naked eye.

" Clang! Clang!!" Their blades clashed in an epic blade fight, executing technique after technique like seasoned samurais.

" Shit he's too strong." Ichigo felt himself getting pushed back with every clash.

Madara who held his blade in reverse grip and parried a slash from Ichigo's blade, saw an opening and smashed his fist forward, sending him flying a few meters back. He then held unto the handle of the blade and pulled fiercely. Immediately a strikingly similar blade appeared in his left hand as he moved and clashed head on with Ichigo.

" Between the two fighters, Ichigo is extremely fast, and his blade technique is unparalleled, fast and sharp. The only reason why he can't get the upper hand on Madara is because his reaction speed, reflexes, sheer amount of cursed energy and stamina makes up for the difference in skill." Satoru spoke as he munched on popcorn and offered some to Utahime by his side who blew it in his face.

" You're right Satoru, that kid Madara is a really fast learner. I doubt Ichigo would be able to land a proper hit on him." Suguru spoke with a gratified smile.

Using the two blades in the fight, Madara was unstoppable.

A few seconds later into the fight, Ichigo utilizes his extreme speed and appeared behind Madara catching him completely off guard, and just as he was about to slash his sword into his back, Madara clasped the two blades together and opened his palm wide, before the two blades joined together and elongated into a spear.

The Eternal blade skill was a technique that could assume form based on the users imagination. Once the user could think it, the blade could transform into that. The blade cannot be destroyed unless the user wills it away.

" Clang!!!" Madara planted the long spear behind him completely blocking Ichigo's slash with ease. Grabbing unto the spear, he twirled it rapidly and pierced it towards Ichigo who dodged it with a complete sideway flip and moved steps away.

Ichigo did not even land, before he sensed countless objects heading his way at fast speed. Turning around, he saw dozens upon dozens of blades rushing towards him with unparalleled sharpness.

" Ancestral Lightning Technique: Thunderclap and Flash!" Assuming a form, lightning flashed across his body and he slashed out immediately, sending a streak of sword light which blasted into the dozens of blades sending them flying, accompanied by a massive wave.

" Owww what a frightening technique." Satoru laughed and clapped his hands in amazement, as if watching a movie at a theater with popcorn.

" Oi, Madara here I come." Ichigo chuckled and looked at Madara with a sharpness in his eyes as he spoke.

" Ancestral lightning technique: Thunderclap and Flash: Sixfold!!!" Assuming a stance once more, his body rushed out instantly at near Mach speed as he let out a frightening slash.

" Sigh. How troublesome." Madara sighed and immediately weaved his fingers into an intricate handseal.

" Great Divination Technique: Time Halt." With a low mumur, massive amounts of cursed energy burst out, before reality itself began to slow down. The time in radius of about 5km around him slowed down instantly.

Madara felt like a God as he saw everything moving in slow motion. If he wanted, he could completely freeze time, but that was extremely troublesome as the amount of cursed energy needed to do that was massive and the technique itself could only be used for two minutes.

" No matter how many times I use this technique, I still can't get used to the feeling of time coming to a crawl with you at the center." He have a small smile as he calmly walked to Ichigo who was making a slash in a slowed down motion.

Stretching his palm forward, he gently smacked him on the chest sending him flying still in slow motion.

" Sigh." Madara walked back to his position and the moment he opened his lips to sigh, everything went back to normal. Ichigo was sent flying a few meters as he miserably crashed into the ground.

" What speed!" Utahime exclaimed in shock. She hadn't seen anything happen, yet Ichigo who was about to release a technique was sent flying.

" What the hell!" Satoru spoke with a hardened gaze as he clenched his fist. Space was the dimensional plane in which time functioned in, so changes made in time was sure to affect space in one way or the other.

As the user of space, he had felt clear changes to the flow of time within that short span. What bothered him was that in that span, he had felt something he hadn't felt in a long while, weakness.

In that span, if Madara had wanted to attack him, he wouldn't have been able to use his infinity in time. Unbeknownst to him, a drop of cold sweat dripped down his face.

" Oi Madara, how the hell did that happen? What technique was that?" Ichigo spoke as he held his chest and spoke with a frown.

" Well done Madara!!!" Suguru came and immediately congratulated him with a smile on his face.

" You did really well out there, but you need to work on a few things; Your cursed energy keeps on leaking when you attack, you need to be able to focus it entirely at a single point of attack to erupt with even more strength. Your usage of weapons also needs a few tweaks here and there." Suguru spoke with his hands on Madara's shoulder as they walked away.

" Oi Satoru are you coming?" Suguru stopped speaking at a point and looked at Satoru who had a serious look on his face, something that rarely occurred.

" Coming." Satoru sighed and smiled and joined to duo, as Utahime helped Ichigo up.

" Beep! Beep!" Satoru who walking behind Madara and Suguru immediately took out his beeping phone and answered.

" Oi, yeah he's here old man." He spoke as he laughed.

" Huh, okay okay!" He sighed dramatically and ended the call.

" Oi Madara, the old man wants to see you, he claims it's important. It's about your parents." Satoru turned around and spoke and before he could finish, Madara was nowhere to be found.

" Oi, where did he go?" Satoru looked around and asked with a confused expression. " How nice it is to have parents who care about you. Let's go Satoru, tonight's dinner is on you." Suguru sighed and walked away.

" Oi, why is it on me?!" Satoru asked as he caught up to him.

" Because I paid for the last one, and the one after that and the one after that one after that!" Suguru spoke as he turned away. The two friends argued all the way back, leaving Utahime who helped Ichigo to Ieri's lab.

A/N: Show love this fanfic and shower it with more powerstones. Stay tuned for more chapters. Peace.

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