Kazuichi staggered back, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he wiped a line of blood from his lip. The fight had been grueling, pushing him to his limits. Ryoma, with his Detonate Blood Art and Ground Element, was more than just powerful—he was relentless. But as Kazuichi caught his breath, he knew he had no choice. This fight wasn't just about testing strength anymore, it had become about proving something to himself.
With a steady hand, Kazuichi reached into his pocket, fingers curling around the cold, jagged surface of a meteorite fragment. He pulled it out, the small stone glinting in the dim light of the dying sun. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline still surging through him from the heat of battle. Without hesitation, he raised the fragment to his lips and bit down, the mineral crunching between his teeth.