Fushi chuckled in a weird manner, as he touched the wood by it sides and imagined that this was all a dream."Well if Warrant officer Clark was able to do it, this would just be a piece of cake." Fushi thought. "Although, the gap in our strength is innumerable." He added inwardly, as his smile soured in an instant.Clark ignores Fushi, and continues to explain the rules that must be followed."There is no time limit but until you pass this, neither food nor water would be given to you." Clark announced."Seriously?" Fushi thought. He pondered seriously on how he would smash the enormous wood as soon as possible before his hunger starts to exacerbate."And your time starts now!" Clark ordered, as he stretched his hands forward for Fushi's training to begin.A dent or puncture must be made by Fushi at the opposite side of the wood."First format activated!" Fushi echoed, as he prepared his fist for a strike.**Bang!!!**A loud sound echoed in the forest, as his fist clashed against
After two days of recuperation, Fushi was now set to start his second wave of training. More like he was forced to."I hope you are prepared this time around?!" Clark echoed."Yeah, yeah, I'm prepared but, do I really need to go through that hell you call training?" Fushi muttered, while pouting as he pointed towards an enormous wood around the same size and height as the last one."Yes you have to," Clark said. "This two stages have been implemented by me, so passing them finally makes you a student of mine."Fushi gulped on hearing Clark's statement. The last stage which was the first, and the second stage he was about to do wasn't even part of his training? If he thought this was gruesome, then what would his training routines be like?"I think I'm starting to prefer Minamino's training routine." Fushi thought, as he walked towards the wood sluggishly."Do I really need to this?" Fushi asked. "Besides isn't this just repeating the same thing as the last?""No no no no, it's way diff
As both parties headed towards their residence, Clark pauses and decides to ask if Fushi would be able to get to his house safely."Are you really going to be okay?" He inquired. "Or should I escort you home?""No I'm fine, just a slight migraine." Fushi replied.Fushi felt he didn't worth it. After all, Clark should've just requested for a private driver via his mobile device to get him home A.S.A.P, instead of going back by legs. That was definitely one of the benefits higher tiered soldiers enjoyed. Although Fushi's case was different to the other low and middle class fighters, since he was the son of a general. These privileges were called 'royalties', they were the privileges certain people in the army enjoyed due to their family's economical position, or being part of one of the royal families or clans. And also, having a special or mutual relationship with high ranked soldiers was another way of obtaining this privileges.Fushi could have been enjoying one of these privileges r
"Shit! General Nazumoto." Clark thought, as he walked swiftly towards Fushi. "I hope he does nothing nasty." He prayed.Fushi walked on one side, while General Nazumoto walked on the other. He was going to General Hinata's squad, while Nazumoto was just coming back from her squad so both of them were walking on opposite routes, but were near each other.In a split second while passing each other, Fushi turned swiftly before swerving his body towards Nazumoto, making him to stand directly at Nazumoto's back. He then pointed his roots towards Nazumoto's throat from the back."No crap, this is bad!" Clark said inwardly, as he closed his eyes ready for the worst.After few seconds of silence, Clark sighed and was happy nothing happened until......"Just this time Hiroshi. It seems your son lacks manners, even after seeing what I do to transgressors." Nazumoto said inwardly, referring to the first time Fushi had met with him.Although Clark was now relieved that nothing happened, he was now
After a week and three days, it was finally time for Minamino and his troop to set out. His troop consisted of three thousand men. Two thousand five hundred freshmen, and the other five hundred was mostly filled with low class fighters.The soldier with the highest rank in the troop Nazumoto deployed was Nate. His rank was 195k, which was more of a low-mid level fighter. Although it came as a surprise to Minamino himself, other generals were already used to this side of Nazumoto that wanted to do things his way. "Did he really need to do that? What a show boater!" Hinata thought as she continued her medical research in her office.Nazumoto had decided to take lower ranked fighters this time around, to prove that the W-5 were not a problem to him. Almost every freshmen in the army were gathered to see them off, as different types of people were wishing them good luck and hoping for their safe return. Of course they all knew that some of them who joked among themselves right now might
After the departure of Nazumoto and his troops, everyone began to return to their daily activities as soon as possible. Fushi could be seen standing opposite to Clark, with only a few meters distance between the two.Today was another day for Fushi's training."Sincerely, if this type of crazy training goes on, I might end up dying." Fushi said inwardly while staring at Clark who seemed to be thinking of something. "Huff! C’mon shake it off, it's no big deal. Is it? I can't believe I'm behaving like Helena."As Fushi tried to encourage himself, the imagination of what his next training might be like kept crashing into his inspiration, and staring at Clark's facial expression made the situation worse."I hope it's not going to be a building this time." Fushi beseeched inwardly, as he began to make a mountain out of a molehill."Are you sure you want to keep using those roots?" Clark asked as he glanced at Fushi's left hands that held unto the root."Yeah I think---I mean yes sir! They a
Fushi could feel a rushing sensation that was quite pleasurable in all of his cells as Clark with red glowing eyes, placed his hands on Fushi's head transferring a specific energy into him."I see.... His body accepted the bane's energy that still resided in that root but the latter's aura is quite different." Clark Noted."And besides I've never come across a person whose body is compatible with a bane." He thought."Hey!.. Sorry but, I can't see the roots again, where did it disappear to?" Fushi inquired, since he closed his eyes throughout the whole process."Since the root will do you no good for now, I decided to disintegrate it into energy particles, feeding it to your whole body, thereby making your body slightly stronger than it was before." Clark explained._*_Few days after their departure, General Nazumoto and his assigned troops were seemingly stuck In an enclosed space with an endless path.Almost a quarter of the soldiers were now holding unto several sticks with flames
General Nazumoto and his boys were now camping in a forest that only had a few number of trees, it was already in the night, as the only source of illumination the sky offered was the bright crescent moon, and the twinkling little stars. They had decided to camp here for now. And also, multiple green tents could be seen here and there. It was inside these tents the soldiers were sleeping or taking a nap.He and his troops suddenly appeared in the forest after the incident, and most soldiers were trying to imagine that what they had experience was some sort of trance. But of course they weren't that foolish, some pinched themselves, slapped each other, while others wriggled themselves vigorously.Nazumoto told them not to panic, explaining to them that they had been teleported here. Whether through the help of a person, or by mere coincidence, that didn't really matter for now. Although it did matter for Nazumoto, still he decided to keep his worries to himself. Assuring them that they'
They searched the area meticulously, but there were no signs of struggle, no footprints, and no clues beyond the strange symbols Binary had found. It was as if William had been plucked from the battlefield by an unseen force.As the sun began to set, they decided to set up camp nearby. They needed rest and a chance to regroup before continuing their search. But Fushi’s mind refused to settle. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something—or someone—was watching them.*_*The team approached a hidden lair on the outskirts of Sangotaro, their footsteps soundless against the forest floor. They had followed every clue, traced every lingering trail of magic and whispers across enemy territories, and now, after months of relentless searching, they were finally here.The lair stood half-buried within a hill, camouflaged by creeping vines and ancient stone. A dull hum of power radiated from within, as if the walls themselves pulsed with restraine
A full year had passed since the infamous battle with Joe, and though the Sangotaro forces had emerged victorious, peace was still a fleeting illusion. Tensions simmered just beneath the surface of diplomacy. Joe and Laina had been dispatched to a neutral territory, Norlund, a nation within the W-5 alliance that still maintained treaty talks with Sangotaro. While they served as emissaries, the rest of the W-5 alliance grew more hostile, viewing Sangotaro’s growing influence as a threat. Meanwhile, Sangotaro’s generals, eager to prevent any coalition from fully forming, launched a series of covert attacks across the W-5 nations. Troops were sent on sabotage missions, engaging in brutal skirmishes that saw both modern weapons and supernatural powers clash on the battlefield. Soldiers armed with rifles and grenades fought alongside those who wielded abilities capable of bending reality itself. Flames and bullets filled the air, explosions rocked cities, and the skies darkened with smok
The towering gates of the Sangotaro army base loomed ahead as Fushi and Arianne made their way back. The journey had been quiet, both of them lost in their own thoughts. Fushi was unsure how his father, General Hiroshi, and the head of the army, General Minamino, would react to his plea on Arianne’s behalf. She had been an enemy not too long ago, and bringing her back into the fold of the Sangotaro forces was a gamble. As they approached the main hall, Fushi steeled himself. Arianne, beside him, had her face set in determined resolve, though a flicker of anxiety remained in her eyes. Inside the hall, General Hiroshi and General Minamino stood conversing in low tones, with General Nazumoto leaning casually against a nearby wall. Fushi could feel his heart beating in his chest, each step toward them heavier than the last. “Father,” Fushi started, bowing his head in respect, “I come with a request.” Hiroshi, his sharp eyes focused on his son, raised an eyebrow. “What is it, Fushi?” F
Fushi drifted in the depths of unconsciousness, his body still and unmoving, yet his mind was far from at peace. A voice echoed in the void, a cold, sinister whisper that sliced through the darkness like a blade.“Coward,” the voice sneered. “Why don’t you just sleep forever? You’re nothing but a failure.”Fushi, though disoriented, tried to respond. “Who are you?” he asked, his voice a shaky echo in the empty space around him.The answer came quickly, almost mockingly. “I am your conscience, the part of you that will soon take over. You’re weak, and I’m tired of waiting. Soon, this body will be mine.”Suddenly, Fushi was no longer floating in the darkness. His vision shifted, and he found himself standing in what seemed like his own sea of consciousness. The sky above was a void, starless and black, with only faint streaks of red lightning breaking through the oppressive gloom. The ground beneath his feet was cold and damp, littered wit
The news of Joe’s defeat spread like wildfire across Sangotaro. Whispers filled the air like a relentless storm, carrying both shock and relief. Joe, the once-feared leader of the Nefarious Team, had been brought down. His defeat was a major victory for the Sangotaro armed forces, but not all was well. The sudden disappearance of William, added a shadow of concern that no one could shake off. The army felt it deeply—a lingering unease, like the calm before another storm.As the Sangotaro forces began to return to base, their footsteps heavy with the weight of the war, the scene was a grim reminder of what battles leave behind. Death, injuries, and the bittersweet taste of victory. Soldiers limped back, their faces etched with pain and loss. The victory over Joe’s forces didn’t erase the scars left behind. The Limo clan, once on the brink of chaos, was now back in check. A new leader was appointed to replace the fallen, and the clan slowly returned to its former st
Joe lay on the ground, his body broken and bloodied, the spear wound in his chest leaking the last of his strength. His cosmic aura had long since faded, leaving him looking small and fragile against the towering forms of General Hiroshi and General Nazumoto. His breathing was ragged, each gasp seeming to pull him closer to the edge of death.Yet, even in his defeated state, his eyes burned with a mix of fury and disbelief as he gazed up at Kenji, his once trusted friend who now stood over him, the wooden spear still dripping with Joe’s dark blood.“Why, Kenji?” Joe rasped, his voice a mere whisper of the thunderous power it once held. “Why would you betray us? Betray me?”Kenji’s purple eyes flickered with an emotion Joe couldn’t quite place. Sorrow? Regret? Whatever it was, it didn’t change the fact that the man who had stood by his side through countless battles was now the one to bring him down. Kenji knelt beside him, his expression calm but filled with a deep weariness. “I saw
The air grew thick with tension as Joe faced the two generals—Nazumoto, a figure wreathed in mist, and Hiroshi, with his steely eyes and unyielding gun. The battlefield felt small beneath the enormity of their powers. Dust and debris scattered with every impact, and the ground beneath them quivered as though terrified of what was to come.Nazumoto’s mist swirled around Joe, obscuring his vision, but Joe’s eyes never wavered. He could feel Nazumoto’s presence, the way the air shifted when the general moved. Without warning, a fist as large as a boulder slammed into Joe’s side, sending him skidding across the ground, his boots tearing through the earth like a plow through soil. Joe gritted his teeth, twisting his body mid-slide to brace himself for the next blow.Nazumoto appeared from the fog again, his fists hammering down like thunder. Joe barely had time to dodge, each punch creating shockwaves that shattered the rocks beneath him. He swung back, his ow
A deep, unsettling hum reverberated through the battlefield as the blue, maze-like borders began to form around Joe’s feet, glowing with unnatural light. The lines traced the air around him, like cracks spreading across the very fabric of reality. The energy swirling around him intensified, a dark storm brewing in the heart of Joe’s aura. His eyes glowed with a malevolent gleam as he locked onto his two adversaries—General Hiroshi and General Nazumoto.The two generals stood their ground, their expressions hardened, but even they could feel the oppressive weight of Joe's power pressing down on them. It was like standing on the edge of an abyss, staring into the unknown depths.Joe’s voice was a cold whisper, barely audible but filled with malice. “You think you’re ready for me? Let’s see how long you can last.”Nazumoto was the first to move. His massive frame suddenly blurred as a thick mist began to rise around him, obscuring his form in a shroud of gray fog. The mist curled and t
Clark’s face was tight with worry as he paced back and forth, his fists clenched in frustration. The weight of the situation was suffocating, and he couldn't shake the image of Fushi being dragged away. He needed answers, and fast.“You said they took him?” Leonard Iris asked, her voice measured, though there was a sharp edge to her words. She stood with her arms crossed, watching Clark intently.Clark nodded, his voice strained as he explained, “They took him, Leonard. Fushi is gone, and I don’t know where they’ve taken him.” He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “How bad is it, Leonard? Tell me straight.”Leonard sighed, her eyes darkening. "It’s bad, Clark. Not as bad as it could be, but bad enough. We’ve got most places under control. The soldiers Joe’s been funding with W-5 money? Defeated. The Limo clan? They’re neutralized. But Joe and the rest of his nefarious crew are still out there. And they’re not going to go down easily.”Before Clark could respond, a brillia