"It does matter!" Liam barked before his strike became a lot more forceful. "Just because something happened in the past doesn't mean you could just forget about it and make it something not so important!"
"But-" Another strike cut him off, Liam's swings became more and more dangerous as Nakami felt first hand of how lethal the man could be.
"No buts, everyone has freedom, if this is how Devils do things then, I'll be forced to destroy their kind!" Another strike, the blade that Nakami had began to screech in his mind. It was too strong for it to hold.
"That sword...the properties."
"This sword reeks for justice, so everything it hears, the more angrier it becomes, the more unstable and powerful it becomes. This sword is not Excalibur and never will be, but it is not a Demonic Sword. It is a Holy Sword like any other! But it reeks more to subjective justice that it shares with its forger, so it became a Bounded Holy Sword that bounds itself with the soul of its wielder!" The Holy Sword's appearance became more dangerous-looking, wicked one could say, the edges were beginning to splinter as if more blades were growing from them to create a jagged surface. Every strike and scratch it created began to damage the Demonic Sword.
Liam's enjoying and happy-looking face was replaced with a...a hatred filled look. He has gone through a lot of ordeal in his life to actually snap. The sword then became more fragile looking as more blades came out of it before Liam took another strike onto Nakami's katana before…
Cross-Caliber shattered?
No, it exploded. Shrapnel wounded both fighters, but Nakami sustained a lot more than Liam did. "L-Liam-san, your sword-" A pair of swords appeared by the man's hands in just a moment's time before both hands assumed their positions.
"Is only one from many from this Heroic Spirit's arsenal. I can pummel you with all his swords, but chose not to. If I'm going to get some sense into you, I'll do it myself!" Both swords came down to the katana, their blades were flawless, but it was not excellent of quality. Both took on a distinctly strange look. They were ordinary double-edged swords, but their lower part on either side had a jagged side that moved downwards to shred flesh and ruin armor if the upper blade came down too late. The two swords had a different look from each other, one had a silver steel decorated by blue markings, while the other was its reverse form. Having blue steel decorated by silver markings, their pommel were made from steel and blue steel.
Each sword were short in comparison to the katana, barely making up half of the katana, but both were lethal. They were meant as short ranged combat, the swords were not made for any men. The forger made them for himself to use, instead of others. "Initial-Cross!" The Silver blade hummed as the katana screamed as it shook violently. The blade, Initial-Cross had its unique ability to madden a Demonic Blade, it was used in a forgotten battle against a Demonic-Sword user, causing the sword to be unstable for a moment, throwing of the battle-momentum and beat.
"Azure-Cross!" The Demonic Sword was hit with the blue steel blade as the Knight piece blinked.
"W-What the-"
"Azure-Cross wasn't an ideal partner for Initial-Cross, it was the sword that can replace its partner to loosen the properties of an opponent's Blade, no matter Demonic or not. It defaults it and sets it back to step zero for a few moments." Liam explained with a tone of seriousness. "These two swords are able to end you in a few strikes. Do you yield?" The Knight had a stunned look on his face, his mouth was wide open, unable to know how a forger had been able to forge such weapons that exceeded his expectations.
"...N-No, if I yield...I'll lose my pride." The Knight stubbornly declined after gathering the courage to answer the man's question.
"Then, your pride is no more." Then the two swords disappeared before letting a blade came into view. It was…
Dangerous.
It was dangerous, repulsive, cold and unforgiving. It...felt like looking at where all lives end. "Cross-End." The blade was not massive, it was a broadsword. A medieval one, but by the hilt, it was colored in the darkest shade of red. A maroon colored hilt with vein-like markings that made their way to the blade, a pommel that had the darkest black shade of an onyx gem. The markings began to glow a blood red hue. "The Demonic-Holy Blade. This is the final sword that was forged, it was forged...to contain all the world's good, but was bloodied in battle, causing it to be tainted, a Holy Sword that lowered itself as a Holy and Demonic Sword."
"It looks...dreadful…"
"It's a masterpiece, no matter how it looks. It fulfilled its duty, being carried as the final sword of the forger, thus the name. Cross-End. Are you ready to feel it? The Sword that was filled with all the World's good and evil?"
"..." The Knight smiled. "Yes...Yes, I am, Liam-san!" He yelled with determination as if his life was to end in the best way he could possibly imagine.
"Then, prepare yourself, Nakami Souma-san! Do you think you can beat this blade!?" The two swords slammed into each other, a newbie fighting a battle-hardened veteran. He wasn't a newbie, he was skilled, but was killed by a Devil in order to protect his sister it seems. Both had Sacred Gears, no-The boy had no Sacred Gear, but his ability to pick the Demonic Sword, the Dangerous Demonic Sword made him a valuable resource. The blade spoke to the End of the Cross-series sword.
The Cross-End had a property like none other swords possess. The ability to collect information from the sword it battles and understand their history. Collecting all the good and the evil within it. Understanding how it moves, how it is used. Learning about the weapon's entire history, a filthy cheat that it happened to know from the Evil Sins that it collected from lives.
The ability to learn, predict and cheat.
The Forger has no regrets as he only cares about winning no matter the cost, to protect those in need and those, who can't fight anymore.
The Sword instantly learnt of the opposing blade, the blade that was believed to be Muramasa's blade, Suzaku Muramasa - The Vermillion Blade. The Blade, which held an everlasting bloodlust, might it be defeated, the sword may lash out onto the wielder. But the blade was not fully used to let out the everlasting bloodlust, apparently the forger himself was not in the mood as the bloodlust was not that great. Knowing all the skills and the way it was used, the information flowed into Liam's mind.
Liam tried to swing his sword in a diagonal position as it headed down to strike the entire body, but was blocked by the blade. The blade instinctively took on another path to strike, now predicting the pattern as it went for a horizontal strike to get to the sides, the katana was ready to parry, but the sword was one step further, sacrifices must be made to win, the sword tilted itself in position before by the moment of the parry, the sword was placed upright against the katana, in a single crucial moment, Liam gave it more force and pushed the sword towards the katana with a sudden push that caused Nakami to lose his momentum and his hand was forced to let go of the blade as it was thrown to the ground, blade first. Nakami widened his eyes before the sword was already placed by his throat.
"Your loss." Liam coldly remarked. "Do you yield?"
"...I yield." Liam dismissed the sword, which burnt into nothing, but ash-looking particles. The gauntlet dismissed themselves as they turned into the class card. "You're...not going to kill me?"
"No, when I said I'm giving your wish back…" Liam looked at his card. He refused to make people his own Servants, but...in order to fulfill a wish, one needs to break those minds. "I was being serious and let me tell you...The life as a Servant is a harsh one...can you endure it?" The young man nodded slowly. "Then…"