CHAPTER 245: THE TOURNAMENT BEGINS [3]

A referee stood just outside the combat area, positioned to observe rule compliance without interfering with the natural flow of combat. His role was crucial but deliberately unobtrusive, stopping fights when necessary while allowing competitors to demonstrate their skills without unnecessary interruption.

The other tournament participants gathered in the spectator areas with obvious intent. Everyone wanted to gain insights about potential opponents, studying fighting styles, identifying strengths and weaknesses, and developing approaches that would provide crucial advantages in future matches.

Noah found himself analysing both fighters, noting subtle details about their stances, grip positions, and preliminary movements that revealed aspects of their training backgrounds and probable combat approaches.

He wasn’t analysing for the same reason as other competitors who wanted to gain advantages; he merely did so out of interest.

Ichigo’s opponent favours a more defensive posture, Noah observed. Probably trained in traditional schools that emphasise patient countering rather than aggressive offence.

Meanwhile, Ichigo’s stance carried the balanced positioning that suggested adaptability rather than rigid adherence to specific traditional forms. His form was what swordsmen called the fluid form.

His mixed heritage has produced a fighting style that could shift between different approaches as circumstances required.

"Fighters, prepare for combat," the referee announced. "Standard tournament rules apply. Victory by decisive strike, surrender, or referee stoppage. Begin when the leaf hits the platform."

The referee stood in the middle of the combat arena before dropping a leaf that he had held. After dropping the leaf, he left the arena.

The arena fell silent except for the subtle sounds of breathing as both competitors settled into their opening positions, waiting for the leaf to hit the floor. The crowd of watching participants leaned forward with collective attention focused on what would set the tone for the entire tournament.

This is it, Noah thought with growing anticipation. Time to see what level of skill this competition actually represents.

The leaf finally fell, and the tournament had officially begun!

Ichigo and his opponent immediately closed distance and began their careful approach, each fighter testing distance and timing while searching for openings that might provide an advantage.

The tournament had officially begun, and every participant understood that the next few minutes would reveal some information about whoever emerged victorious.

Clang!

The first clash of swords rang out across the arena, announcing that the tournament had moved beyond ceremony into genuine competition where skill, strategy, and determination would determine advancement.

Every participant understood that the next few minutes would reveal information about whoever emerged victorious from this opening match.

Noah watched with keen interest as both fighters began their initial exchanges, his perception allowing him to analyse their techniques with unprecedented clarity.

Clang!

Ichigo’s blade met his opponent’s defensive guard in the first serious exchange, both fighters testing each other’s strength and reflexes through controlled contact.

The defensive fighter, whose name card identified him as Kenji Matsuda, responded with a classical counter-attack that flowed directly from his successful parry. His technique was textbook perfect.

Clang! Swish!

Ichigo deflected the counter with fluid grace before immediately transitioning into an angled approach that forced Kenji to adjust his positioning. The movement showcased the adaptability that had caught Noah’s attention during their earlier conversations.

This is impressive, Noah thought as he watched the tactical chess match unfold. Ichigo’s showing Level 6 swordsmanship capabilities, while his opponent appears to be operating around the peak of Level 5, approaching Level 6.

Clang! Clang! Swish!

The pace accelerated as both fighters gained confidence in their assessment of each other’s abilities. Kenji launched a series of precise strikes aimed at testing Ichigo’s defensive capabilities, each attack flowing seamlessly into the next.

But Ichigo’s responses revealed his superior skill and combat intelligence. Instead of simply blocking each attack, he used his defensive movements to gradually manipulate distance and angle, setting up positioning advantages that his opponent didn’t recognise until it was too late.

Swish! Clang!

"Excellent technique!" called out one spectator as Ichigo executed a particularly elegant deflection that left Kenji momentarily off-balance.

Ichigo pressed his advantage immediately, launching a combination attack that blended Eastern and Western styles. His strikes came from unexpected angles, forcing Kenji to abandon his comfortable defensive patterns in favour of more desperate evasive manoeuvres.

Clang! Whoosh! Clang!

Kenji’s classical training served him well as he managed to barely maintain his defence despite the increasing pressure. His textbook form remained remarkably consistent even under stress.

But Ichigo’s fighting style provided options that Kenji couldn’t easily counter. Ichigo shifted between conventional attacks and innovative combinations that challenged Kenji’s ability to predict and respond effectively.

Swish! Clang! Thwack!

The sound of metal striking flesh announced Ichigo’s first clean hit—a controlled thrust that would have been a killer had the sword been sharp. But it only scored as touching in the tournament rules.

"Point to Ichigo!" the referee announced, though the match would continue until one fighter achieved a decisive advantage or three clean strikes.

Kenji’s response showed both frustration and determination as he abandoned his purely defensive approach in favour of more aggressive tactics. His attacks carried greater power but sacrificed some of the precision that had been the star of his earlier performance.

Clang! Clang! Whoosh!

Ichigo adapted to the increased aggression with remarkable composure, his fluid stance allowing him to absorb and redirect his opponent’s offensive pressure. Rather than matching aggression with aggression, he focused on maintaining superior positioning while waiting for openings created by Kenji’s more desperate attacks.

Swish! Clang! Crack!

Another clean strike came from Ichigo, this time a diagonal cut that slipped past Kenji’s guard.

"Point to Ichigo!" the referee called again, bringing the score to two decisive strikes in Ichigo’s favour.

Kenji’s body started amassing injuries. These were real metal weapons; although not life-threatening, they were still very powerful and effective.

Sensing that continuing down his current approach would lead to his eventual loss and possibly threatening injuries, Kenji made a final assault with desperation.

He could see the time running out, and he had to do something, otherwise his loss was inevitable.

Kenji launched a powerful combination that showcased the full extent of his classical training; each movement executed would have impressed any traditional master.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Swish!

But Ichigo’s superior level of swordsmanship shone through in his response. Instead of simply defending against the barrage, he used Kenji’s committed attacks to create the opening he needed for a decisive counter that would seal the duel.

Swoosh! Thwack!

The final strike was a thing of beauty. A perfectly timed thrust that penetrated Kenji’s defence at the exact moment when his offensive combination left him most vulnerable.

"Victory to Ichigo!" the referee announced as both fighters immediately stepped back and nodded with mutual respect.

The spectators and competitors watching slowly started applauding in appreciation for both competitors, recognising that they had witnessed a match between skilled practitioners who had pushed each other to demonstrate their best capabilities.

Noah found himself impressed by Ichigo’s performance, noting how Ichigo had maintained both technical excellence and good sportsmanship throughout the intense competition.

He is not bad at all, although I still feel like he was hiding his true power. Noah observed with growing respect. He’s going to be a formidable opponent.

Ichigo descended from the platform and made his way to Noah with a wide smile on his face.