Fairy Tail: Igneel's eldest son in Anime Multiverse

Kurogane Ouma, known as the "Blazing Wind Sword Emperor," possessed the elemental manipulation ability to control wind. Charles had gathered some intel on him—he was the third A-rank Blazer in this year's Seven Stars Sword Art Festival, after Charles and Stella.

From the moment Charles first laid eyes on him, he could tell immediately—Kurogane Ouma was undoubtedly the strongest among Akatsuki Academy. That much was clear from his ki alone.

Abilities like Todoroki Yui's reflection, Tsuruhashi Mikoto's Death God's Evil Eye, Kazematsuri Rinna's Enslavement Collar, and Sara's Fantasia Satirical Painting were all powerful—almost cheating. But compared to Kurogane Ouma, they were all flashy gimmicks.

Ouma's strength was direct, solid, and overwhelming. His body had been honed like tempered steel, and his presence was like a sharpened blade—declaring his sheer power through existence alone.

After facing so many enemies, Charles had realized something: the more one relied on technique and ability, the easier they were to trip up when the unexpected happened.

So, JoJo—wait, wrong story—scratch that!

What Charles now understood was this: Kurogane Ouma's strength had no weakness.

And Charles was the same.

He learned every method that could make him stronger, but never once stopped refining his body or honing his magic.

That was why Kurogane Ouma stirred Charles's fighting spirit like no one else had in a long time.

The blade in Ouma's hand, "Ryuzume" (Dragon Claw), was his Device—a slightly longer-than-usual nodachi (great katana).

"At last… I finally meet you!" A smile crept onto Ouma's usually cold face.

Charles flexed his fingers. "Have we met before?"

Ouma shook his head. "No, this is our first meeting. But I've been looking forward to it for a long time. At first, I joined this boring operation because of the Crimson Princess—but then you appeared."

"Oh?" Charles raised a slightly dangerous eyebrow, waiting for Ouma to elaborate.

"A Blazer's magic reflects the fate they carry," Ouma began. "What I seek is overwhelming power so great I can't even reach it after giving my all—that insurmountable gulf that fate itself imposes. Stella, with her immense magic, was the only one who might've let me feel that helplessness and despair again. Only by confronting such fear can I overcome it. But she's too immature—I was struggling to train her into a worthy opponent."

"Luckily, then," Ouma's eyes gleamed, "you appeared. Someone whose magic exceeds even hers. You're more suitable than anyone to be my opponent!"

"So you're using me as a whetstone, huh?" Charles cracked his neck. "Be careful I don't break your blade."

They locked eyes—and the next moment, they clashed.

Ouma's physical strength far outclassed Todoroki Yui's. His Dragon Claw came slicing in, trailing fierce winds.

Charles met him head-on, fists colliding with the blade again and again, producing deafening, eardrum-shattering impacts.

It was hard to fathom the sheer power behind those exchanges.

Ouma wasn't just strong—his swordsmanship was top-tier. He could keep up with Charles's blows using his nodachi.

Charles deflected a direct thrust with his arm, only for Ouma to instantly transition into a horizontal slash. The blade scraped across Charles's gauntleted arm, sending out a burst of sparks.

Charles pressed down with his arm, driving Dragon Claw into the ground—then delivered a flying kick straight into Ouma's chest.

Ouma flew backward, dragged by his own Device, crashing through countless trees before coming to a halt.

Charles had to admire his opponent. In those ten or so exchanges, Charles had mixed in several Cicada Screeches—blows that even Kurogane Ikki would struggle to recover from.

Yet Ouma withstood them purely through his resilient body and indomitable will.

Especially that final kick—Charles had felt like he was kicking solid steel.

Still, even steel would break under Charles's strength. And yet, Ouma returned—without so much as a scratch.

"…Your body?" Charles narrowed his eyes, sensing something different in Ouma.

Ouma grabbed his kimono collar—and with a loud rip, tore off the top to reveal his bare torso.

"…!"

It wasn't just Charles—everyone watching was stunned.

In an age where regeneration pods left no trace of injury, Ouma's body was layered with scars upon scars. Bullet wounds, blade cuts, even beast maulings—his flesh was a map of agony and survival.

It was impossible to imagine what he had endured during his years of disappearance.

But Charles noticed something else.

"…The air around your body is strange. That's what blocked my attack earlier, isn't it?"

Though he phrased it as a question, his tone was certain.

Ouma nodded. "That's right. It's my Noble Art—Heavenly Dragon Armor. But I've inverted it, applying five hundred kilograms of air pressure to my body."

"By constantly enduring that pressure and pain, my body evolved. My bones, organs, and muscles became as hard as steel."

"To honor this duel," Ouma said solemnly, "I'll now remove this shackle."

A massive shockwave erupted from him, sending splintered trees flying in every direction.

And then—unleashed—Ouma exploded forward, his speed several times what it had been before. One mighty slash came down on Charles, forcing his knees to bend.

"Asahi Ikkon-Ryuu: Form of Steel – Fire Thunder!"

Unlike Ikki, Ouma had received the Kurogane clan's orthodox training since birth. He was heir to their ancient sword style passed down from the samurai era—Asahi Ikkon-Ryuu.

He punched the spine of his own blade, infusing it with explosive force. The sudden boost drove Charles backward.

Ouma pressed the attack, unleashing a flurry of Vacuum Blades from where he stood.

These were basic for wind-element Blazers—condensing wind into invisible blades. But Ouma's were enormous and razor-sharp.

Charles skidded to a halt, whipping his arms fluidly, dissolving the blades midair.

But slices appeared on his clothing—cuts with no magical residue.

Which meant… they were caused by pure physical force—Ouma's sword swing had been so powerful, the shockwaves alone tore through his clothes.

"…Your attack sliced my shirt, but not my skin," Charles said.

Indeed, Ouma was stunned. His blade had hit Charles directly—and yet, no wound.

And Charles hadn't used any defensive Noble Art like Heavenly Dragon Armor.

"…Even normal magic defenses can't withstand that. And yet, you—ha. I've found the right man!"

Charles grinned. He had been holding back his Dragonblood Mode, limiting its output to prolong the fight.

But this level of strength clearly wasn't enough to finish Ouma.

He let go of the restraints.

"Alright… I'm fired up!"

Even though Ouma kept his eyes locked on Charles, in a flash—the boy vanished.

"Shadow Step?" Ouma instinctively identified the move.

Charles had indeed learned Shadow Step, but he hadn't used it this time—he had simply moved faster than the eye could see.

"Fire Dragon's Iron Fist!"

His flaming punch struck Ouma's chest. Even his steel-like body couldn't resist—skin scorched, ribs shattered.

Ouma tumbled back, and Charles followed up, merging fire between both hands and hurling it at him.

"Fire Dragon's Brilliant Flame!"

Ouma landed hard and planted Dragon Claw into the ground.

"Divine Wind Barrier!"

A roaring cyclone rose, shielding him.

But Charles's flames weren't so easily stopped. Even blocked, the sheer heat curled Ouma's hair.

Before he could react, a figure burst through the fire—Charles, twin gauntlets ripping open the wind barrier.

Ouma barely managed to raise Dragon Claw to block.

CLANG! The sound echoed like a smith's hammer.

Each of Charles's blows was like a demolition ram slamming against Ouma's guard.

Teeth clenched, Ouma poured everything into his numbed arms to repel the assault.

With one opening, he raised Dragon Claw high.

Normally, sword techniques avoid wide swings to prevent openings.

But Ouma didn't care. His move was so forceful, even his joints popped.

"Asahi Ikkon-Ryuu: Form of Speed – Amaterasu!"

He channeled everything he had—even the rebound of his dislocated bones—into this one slash.

A single arc tore open Charles's shirt, leaving a bloody gash across his chest.

But Charles didn't back down. He leapt into a spinning kick.

"Fire Dragon's Talon!"

Ouma flew once again—his arm, which blocked the kick, now clearly broken.

Still, he remained standing.

Steam rose from Charles's chest—and the wound closed within seconds.

Ouma felt as though he had returned to that day—when he had been crushed by overwhelming violence, left to gaze upward from the dirt as his enemy sat enthroned.

Fear of death clawed at his heart—but he laughed.

"One more move… let's settle this!" Charles declared.

Ouma nodded and raised his sword.

"Heavenly Dragon's Crescent Claw!"

"Fire Dragon's Roar!"

Ouma's slash unleashed a raging wind like a dragon's claw reaching from the sky.

But Charles's fiery breath—true dragonfire—engulfed and shattered it.

The scorching inferno struck Ouma full on.

When the flames cleared, Kurogane Ouma was still standing.

Even unconscious, that stubborn man refused to fall.

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