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"My condition is simple," Amaterasu declared. "Whoever gets thrown out of the ring loses."
"What?! THAT'S BORING!" Susanoo complained loudly.
"Fine," Maria said calmly.
"She agrees, Susanoo," Amaterasu noted. "Be a man and don't disappoint the lady, she fancies you."
Susanoo glanced back at Maria's smile. A strange sensation stirred in his chest, and a faint blush crept across his face.
"Uuugh, fine..." he sighed, shrugging. "Whatever. Show me what you've got, Maria!"
"Alright, Susanoo-sama!" Maria nodded.
"Heh, just call me Susanoo," he replied with a carefree smile.
They faced each other. Susanoo reached for his blade.
"Hey, can someone give her a sword? You don't have one?" he asked.
"I do," Maria answered with a smile.
"Hm?!" Susanoo's eyes widened as she drew a blade directly from her own soul.
A sword forged from her very soul!
"Y-You're using your soul as a sword?!" he asked, genuinely shocked. "But what if it gets cut?!"
