Day's appearance suddenly mimicked the nature of night. Bennosuke had placed a barrier around the district to ensure no one interrupted their battle.The sound of his weapon scraping the earth frightened the Chosen Daemon, their eyes interlocked to one another.Bennosuke appeared like a shadow amongst the shadows, with no sort of fear in his eyes. All that raced in his mind was to claim the head to the awakened Daemon and deliver it to the Mastermind.“We don't have to do this, man.” Kai tried to appeal to the Daemon, but his words didn't seem to penetrate through his eyes at all. “Would you really wanna take the life of your kind? Answer me!”The sound of his weapon seized. Bennosuke stopped moving. He raised up his weapon to showcase all of its majesty. This weapon has murdered thousands of entities, and the Chosen Daemon was about to enter the list.The blade was divided into several segments which seemed to transfigure at any time and season.‘I guess bargaining wasn't an option,
Kuronami was lost in the smoke of his demised wielder. But, it did not seem like the battle was over just yet. As if the magnificent blade had a life of its own, Kuronami rose up and took a stance as if being wielded by a ghost.Kuronami swung himself full arc to cut through the Chosen Daemon, but Kai was quick enough to dodge the strike with a flip over the blade. The attack, as usual, didn’t stop there and Kuronami twisted like a serpent to pierce through Kai’s heart.The entire scene was painted in red, and Kai did his best to rip the blade out of his body. He realised he was only doing himself more damage for his palms nearly cut in two.Kuronami extended, ragdolling the Chosen Daemon from building to building with its seemingly infinite segments. Kai clapped in response, swapping places with one of the brick walls he got drilled into.Kuronami broke through the wall and turned to face the Chosen Daemon once again as it phased in and out of reality.‘What the?’ Kai was amazed by t
Kaito Kazutoshi slowly began chuckling, a hint of pride in his demeanor. “Letting underlings do the dirty work for you, huh? You severely underestimate me, Nagano.”The bounty hunter’s attention quickly shifted to the subtle but dominating unsheathing of Kuronami, his new aura more terrifying than the former. Kuronami pulsated a sickening aura of core energy even in its base form. Bennosuke took his stance, welcoming his enemy to dance.“Kuronami.”Bennosuke faded away. Kaito was on high alert. Faster than he could react, Kuronami slithered like a serpent, taking shots at his enemy’s vitals. Bennosuke’s being formed right above the onslaught, front-flipping to land a vicious super axe kick to the head of Kaito, smashing him into the ground.The Strongest Assassin gripped Kuronami by its handle and the latter scored a devastating slash to the head of his opponent. Kaito deflected the trajectory of the blade’s movements and he scored a devastating slash on Bennosuke slashing off the han
In the heart of the Heian Era, Daemons rose with unstoppable force , spreading their influence across the face of the earth with most prominence in Japan. The bonds of shattered harmony unraveled, revealing a world of epic struggles. Mother Nature sought an ideal balance in the world she has created and thus her creation, the bridge between good and evil: Daemons appeared, marking the start of a quest: to restore balance, to rewrite destiny, and to bring peace back to the world. Yet, in a saga forged in strife, a Celestial Storm gathered, opposing the natural order with valour burning brightly… > > > > As the sun dipped behind Tokyo's skyline on a mid-August evening, the city prepared for the annual Obon celebration. Lanterns adorned streets, casting a warm glow upon kimono-clad figures. Families, draped in vibrant yukatas, gathered in parks, their laughter resonating with the r
The transfigured corpses feasted on the bodies of the living. The people cowered in fear. The population of humans in the surrounding area reduced at an arithmetic progression. Kai was left dazed. “Come, dearest grandson, let us live forever in the life after death.” Kai's grandmother requested of Kai. “Leave my son alone!” Mr. Nagano growled, unsure of what to refer to this anomaly as. “Babe, we need to take Kai and get…” He turned around to see his wife getting assaulted by five able-bodied mutants with no place to run to. “Just like the good ol’ days. Am I right, dude?” One of the freaks commented, digging his arms into her breasts. “You said it, man.” Another freak agreed, raising her yukata to reveal her underwear. “No!” Mr. Nagano exclaimed. He dashed forth to save his wife, but was speared by a large mutant. It forced him to behold the spectacle they would make of his wife. “Please, don't do this,” Mrs. Nagano broke. She was helpless, and her husband had no choice but
••• ∅ ••• "There comes a point when a dream becomes a reality and a reality becomes a dream…" ••• ∅ ••• ••• Ten Years Later ••• > > Thirty-three masters-in-training gathered to observe a variety of sparring sessions between their sensei, a master of the arts, and a handpicked student. The student took advantage of the opportunity to practice techniques learned against the best of the best. The landscape unfolded in a canvas of flat, well-tended ground. Grassy patches underfoot provided a soft landing for the combatants, while sturdy trees stood at a distance, their leaves rustling in a gentle breeze. The weather, perfectly suited for combat, presented a cool and dry atmosphere. The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow without the oppressive heat. The breeze, just brisk enough to keep things comfortable, carried with it the earthy scent of the surrounding nature. The clear blue sky overhead offered
> The home, snug and welcoming, invited Kai inside. Opening the door revealed a comforting space filled with the familiar fragrance of home, wrapping him in a sense of belonging. "Mum, dad, I'm home." "Welcome home, honey." Akari welcomed, visibly happy to see her son back home. "Your dad’s working late hours so he'll be back later tonight— how were classes today? Did you finally beat your sensei?" Akari was ever so curious. Being a good mother, she was well aware of her son’s struggle at school. "Not this time," he replied, saddened by the question asked. "Matter of fact, I'm beginning to wonder if I ever will." "Awwn. Come here,” Akari embraced her son. “Don't worry, dear. You'll get the win sooner or later, okay?— wanna have lunch?" "Nah, I ate out. I need some shuteye right now." "Sure thing, hun." She kissed Kai’s forehead as a final farewell, relinquishing the hold she had on him. He left for his room, tired by the stre
••• ‡ ••• Once upon a time, I was lonely. Just a basic kid with a basic life. Then I thought, 'what really is the point of life?' 'Cause it seemed like I had no reason to live. Being an introvert really is a pain in the ass, but you'll grow to love the pain. About a month ago, dad came up to me to have a talk… "Now that you're all grown up, I think you're ready to give an answer, right?" he asked me. "Oh dear God, we're doing this again?" I asked reluctantly. "C'mon son, it's about time we got this over with." "Alright, fine," I resented, sighing. "Great!" he said, pleased with my decision. "Now tell me, what exactly is your purpose in life?" "Hmm…." I thought. "As of recently?" "Yeah, sure." "Uhhh…. Hmm…. Let's see…. If I were to have one reason for living right now, it would perhaps be… to defeat Shujin-sensei in battle and prove that I'm not just a punching bag." I meant that as deep as the depth of my soul. "Huh... Well, if that's your purpose, you better start working