The sun hovered high in the sky, casting its golden spotlight on the verdant battlefield where two legendary figures stood poised for a duel that'd top the chronicles of combat. On one side was the enigmatic "Guy that Dodges Everything," a blur of kinetic energy capable of slipping through any trap. Across from him stood Mizu, the Blue Eye Samurai—blade in hand, a testament to untold battles, wearing her hat low and glasses like a cloak of anonymity. Guy grinned, a confident smirk that could only belong to someone who had never tasted the risk of a hit. "So, you're the one they say can cut through steel like butter, huh? Let's see if you can even graze me." Mizu offered a respectful nod, her eyes a determined blue as pristine and dangerous as the deep sea. "Hrrrrm, your reputation precedes you. Even in the land of the samurai, they speak of a shadow that cannot be caught by the light or the blade." Without another word, the fight erupted into a storm of movement and precision. The air cracked as Mizu's blade cut through it with practiced ease, each strike a testament to the years spent honing her craft to near-perfection. However, her opponent was always a step ahead—a flicker, a shimmer, always gone before her blade could close the distance. "You're fast, but let's see if you can handle this—!" Mizu launched into a series of calculated strikes, her Battle IQ guiding her every parry and dodge, but the Guy was a vision dancing through dimensions and defying physics. With each failed attempt, a smile broke across his face, feeding off the speed like a drug. "Almost had me there," he taunted, blitzing around her in a cyclone of speed, creating afterimages that flirted with the edge of reality itself. With each failed strike from Mizu, the samurai's respect for her opponent grew stronger, burning in her gaze. Mizu knew she needed a different tactic if she was to come out on top; she altered her pace, transitioning into feints and disarm attempts. Still, Guy slipped like wind through a sieve, dodging not just with his body, but with a mind firmly in time's flow. "So fast... like fighting a ghost," Mizu whispered under her breath. You genuine smile crossed her face, hinting at both trouble and joy. This, this was a worthy test of her skills. Her respect elevated her spirit, unlocking new depths of her power. But no amount of grit or talent could shift the tide against the kind of unrivaled velocity this human anomaly wielded. Eventually, determination collided with inevitability. Guy clapped his hands together, and Mizu watched as the energy of her opponent swelled, his transformation hurling him past any mortal threshold. Now exponentially faster and more potent, he moved. The next series of dodges was beyond even Mizu's comprehension—a spectacle only seen in myths, where heroes raced the speed of light. And just like that, the blade missed, and Mizu found herself disarmed, her katana spinning in the air before embedding itself into the ground behind her with a metallic thud. Guy stood motionless, almost an effortless figure against the backdrop. His breathing hadn't changed; his eyes focused and calm, a picture of poise. They shared a moment of understanding, Mizu nodding in acknowledgment, doffing the disguise with grace unmatched in the world of warriors. Winner: Guy that Dodges Everything Ain't nothing could touch this cat. Not even steel or muzzle. Quick as a bolt of greased lightning—man didn't just dodge, made time dance to his tune; his speed axis soared into the realm of phenomena, no way any blade was catching him. Badass ain't got no equal in this fight.