Reincarnated with an Analysis system.

Himiko spoke with confidence as she maintained her attacking stance, her eyes locked on Shinya.

"You can call this whole thing off if you wanted," She said. "So why? Why are you so hung up on this?".

Shinya's expression remained cold and determined as he replied, "Because I believe that the strong should lead. I offered that fool a way out, and he refused me… he had this coming to him."

Himiko's grip on her sword tightened, and her eyes blazed with fierce determination. "I will never join you, Shinya," She said firmly. "You've gotten corrupted by power, that's a shame".

Shinya's anger was palpable as he yelled at Himiko, "Shut up, you bitch!" With a fierce determination, he launched himself toward her with full speed.

Himiko was ready for him, blocking Shinya's sword attack with her own blade. Their faces were close to one another as they stared each other down, both determined to emerge victorious.

The clash of their swords produced a deafening sound, and a huge force of wind blew from their collision. The air crackled with electricity as the two heroes fought fiercely, their movements precise and calculated.

Himiko's leg slid against the ground as Shinya charged toward her, his sword at the ready. But she didn't falter. Instead, she stretched out her hand and commanded, "Come now, fire arrow!"

A blue magic circle formed in front of her hand, and multiple fire arrows shot toward Shinya with deadly precision. The arrows whizzed through the air, leaving a trail of flames in their wake.

Shinya barely had time to react. He swung his sword with all his might, deflecting some of the arrows, but others found their mark, striking him with explosive force. He grunted in pain, but he didn't back down.

With a fierce determination, he charged forward once more, his sword held high. Himiko stood her ground, her own sword at the ready, ready to meet him in battle once more. The air crackled with energy as the two heroes clashed once again.

This time, Shinya had the upper hand, He pushed Himiko away with great force, causing her to stumble back. In a swift motion, he flickered from his position and appeared behind her, ready to strike.

"Have this!" He exclaimed with a smile, delivering a powerful kick to her back that sent her flying and crashing to the ground.

As Himiko slowly stood up on her knees, she noticed a bruise on her hand. "This might be tougher than I thought," she said to herself.

Shinya's voice echoed from afar, taunting her. "What's wrong, Elemental Hero... are you getting tired already?".

Himiko sighed, taking her sword and stabbing it on the ground. "He doesn't look to be playing around".

[What are you doing? You want to fight without me?] Himiko's sword spoke.

"Yes," Himiko replied before standing at her feet and facing Shinya, "He is the sword hero, I can't best him with a sword".

[Okay, good luck]

"What's this? You want to fight me without a sword? Are you stupid or something?" Shinya uttered.

Himiko didn't utter a word, she just kept walking toward Shinya with a neutral stare on her face.

"Very well," Shinya said, his voice determined as he took up a fighting stance and darted towards Himiko once more.

Despite the brief respite, he closed the distance between them quickly. His sword glowed with red energy as he prepared to strike at Himiko with all his might. Himiko remained calm, waiting for the right moment to strike back.

As Shinya's sword came down towards her, Himiko deftly stretched out her hand, her movements almost too fast for the eye to follow. With lightning-fast reflexes, she summoned a blazing inferno from the palm of her hand, which engulfed Shinya in a fiery explosion.

The ground shook with the force of the blast, and debris flew everywhere as the two heroes clashed. The flames dissipated, revealing a cloud of smoke and dust obscuring their vision.

For a moment, there was silence, as Himiko stared through the haze, waiting for the dust to settle.

All of a sudden, Shinya emerged from the flames, his clothes singed and his face contorted into a maniacal expression. He lunged forward, wielding his sword with deadly intent, and Himiko hastily erected an ice shield to defend herself.

The sword crashed against the shield with a resounding impact, and Himiko braced herself against the force. However, the shield began to crack under the pressure, and with a final strike, the ice shattered into a million pieces.

Himiko cried out as the sword grazed her arm, leaving a deep gash. She was thrown back by the force of the blow, crashing to the ground with a thud.

Shinya observed with a sense of satisfaction as Himiko struggled to her feet, blood seeping from the wound on her arm.

"I never quite understood why you were ranked higher than me," He taunted, "Was it because of your compatibility with magic or was it because I lacked it?" A sly grin crept across his face as he watched her struggle.

"Perhaps now is the perfect time to find out, don't you agree, Himiko?" He said, the teasing tone in his voice revealing his enjoyment of the situation.

Despite the pain she was feeling, Himiko managed to stand up straight, her eyes never leaving Shinya. "Restoration," She uttered, and a bright glow surrounded her body as her wounds began to heal.

Shinya raised an eyebrow at the display of magic. "Impressive," He commented, "But let's see how long you can keep that up."

He bagan .

Shinya gazed at the swirling red magic circle before him, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity. He knew what was at stake, knew that he had to harness every ounce of his power to succeed.

"The dark falling angel, the embodiment of death and seeker of fear…" He intoned, his voice low and steady. "We abide by these desires and conquer those that object."

As he spoke, the magic circle grew brighter, the head of a dragon emerging from its center. Shinya could feel the power pulsing through the air, crackling with the potential to rend everything asunder.

"Return everything to dust and all to bones," Shinra yelled, his voice echoing through the chamber. "Joihurs, your master summons you!".

Without hesitation, Shinya thrust his hand into the gaping maw of the dragon, grasping the hilt of the sword inside. He felt a surge of energy as he pulled the weapon free, the air crackling with magic.

"Come to me and be my sword!" He roared, his eyes blazing with an inner fire.

With a deafening roar, the magic unleashed itself, a tsunami of power sweeping through the room. Shinya could feel the sword thrumming in his hand, its power flowing into him, filling him with a fierce vitality