Suika stood in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by dense woods. The air was thick with anticipation, as two warriors approached from opposite sides. Daingard and Aria, father and daughter, stood facing each other, ready to do battle. Daingard wore heavy armor, with long black hair that flowed down his back. He held his legendary claymore, Cerberus, in his right hand. Aria, on the other hand, was much smaller in stature. She wore a simple robe and carried no weapons, but her eyes were ablaze with power. As the two approached each other, Suika raised her hand and called for silence. "Welcome, warriors! Today, we have a battle to determine who is the strongest. The rules are simple. You fight until one of you is unable to continue. Are you both ready?" Daingard nodded his head, gripping his sword tightly. Aria took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment before nodding as well. "Then, let the battle begin!" Suika bellowed. Daingard charged towards Aria, swinging his sword with all his might. Aria spun on her heel, causing a whirlwind of leaves to surround her. The leaves clashed with the flames emanating from Daingard's sword, causing a huge explosion. The two warriors jumped back, avoiding the brunt of the blast. Aria seized the opportunity and summoned an icy spike that jutted out from the ground. Daingard deftly dodged the spike and swung his sword, sending a wave of flames hurling at Aria. Aria quickly responded by crafting a wall of flame, blocking Daingard's attack. He continued to press forward, determined to land a blow. Aria summoned a dragon made of magma that flew towards the charging Daingard. He cleaved the magma dragon in two with his sword, but Aria had already conjured a glacial spike beneath his feet. Daingard stumbled, and before he could recover, Aria unleashed a potent whirlwind of leaves that knocked him flying backwards. Daingard crashed heavily into a nearby tree, coughing up blood. Aria approached him, hand extended in a gesture of peace. "Father, are you okay?" She asked, worried. Daingard struggled to his feet, a wry smile on his lips. "You've grown up so much, my daughter. I'm proud of you." Suika approached the two, clapping her hands slowly. "Well done, Aria. You are the winner of this battle." Daingard nodded, accepting the defeat with grace. "It seems I'm not the warrior I once was. But I'm grateful to have a daughter as talented as you. Now, let us return home and celebrate our family's strength." With those words, the two descended into the forest, heading back to their village, where their family and friends eagerly awaited their return.