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Post by Kuma on Oct 6, 2015 3:43:11 GMT
Inside the Cave Reiji was still lying were his nephew left him, against the ritualistic stone slab where until moments ago the comatose Gen Shishioh was resting. His eyes were white as if his soul had escaped, broken the links to the body and abandoned him… but that’s poetic bull****. Reiji is pretty much alive, but having spent too much time in the Gainen Space altered his perceptions and restrained his movement as he spent all of his Ki and maybe even more while keeping the dense layer of ki the Maisetsu-Kyo technique he used back in Osaka as well. The Master of 12 Styles was spent… he couldn’t even lift a finger and his breathing was so weak it was almost non-existant.
Callis didn’t react to Sid’s nudging, as he was in a deep slumber. His wounds were slowly healing, a bit faster than his already inhuman rate. Soon he would be up and running but for now he was asleep. Inside his head he could hear a voice.
-Trusting swords over people might seem like a good idea to you Nomene-san, but you should open up a bit more, live your life… at least do it for whatever remains of me… Live and don’t forget that in the end swords will not save your life… but the people around you…-
A single tear left the Beast Knight closed eye as he heard the last words of Yami Kizuato, the Half-Gainen Agent. His archive will say “Killed in Action during the Sakurajima Incident” but truly a small fraction of him would live on, carried by Callis Nomene’s soul.
-Who am I? Imma Gen fuckin’ Shishioh! Who the fuck are ya?- Gen snapped at Dan, he seemed to be about to continue insulting but something stopped him, as if he heard something nobody heard. That was true, as <Battle> intervened. <You don’t have time to show them your charming personality brat, let me take the reins for a bit>. Before the Hot-Blooded Boxer could file a complaint <Battle> took control of him. Gen’s expression changed a bit, his natural aggressiveness was replaced by the experience of a veteran. The voice coming out from his mouth was a mixture of his own and <Battle>’s as he started explaining the situation to them.
-Greetings humans, my name is <Battle> and I’m currently allied with Gen Shishioh.- He paused for a second allowing them to take the information he just revealed. –Like the ones you fought I’m inside one of the medals. - Moving Gen’s body, with his only colored eye glowing with a golden flame at the moment, sign of the possession, he showed them the Gainen Medal on the Hot-Blooded Boxer hand, a medal with the Kanji for <Battle>. –I don’t have time for you to start asking stupid questions or anything alike, if you want to protect this mud ball you call home you’re going to open your ears and listen closely.-
-We are called the Gainen, our origin isn’t important at the moment, what is important is that the Medals you left on the Shrines are still active and if you don’t go and collect them right now the fabric of reality might be destroyed. - He explained this quickly and with a wise tone so different to Gen’s regular voice that to everybody who knew the boxer from before this could be off-putting. –You need to go to the shrines you visited before and get the medals you placed under the old man’s order.-
For a moment the Golden Glow in Gen’s eye stopped as he retook control of his own body and voice. – Cowboy, the Old Man is inside… I ain’t have any idea about what the fuck happened to him, something fucked up happened inside the fuckin’ up place he walked into….- The Golden Flame re-ignited on Gen’s eye, with <Battle> re-taking control. –Next time you talk about my homeland like that something not very nice will happen to you brat, I’m warning you.-
The Boxer took over. –I’ll be waitin’ for that fuckin’ Medal, but for fucks sake, finish the fuckin’ explanation… will ya?- <Battle> quickly replied. –Okay, but this isn’t over brat… Where was I?- The Gainen using Gen as a conduit stopped for a breather as he thought. –Yeah! I remember, you need to take the Medals before the energy coming from them re-opens the door that Half-Blooded brat closed. But that won’t be easy…- He looks around with Gen’s eye and finally points towards the coast. –Remember the big fella you were fighting… he wasn’t a Gainen… at least not a real one.- The Shishioh Brawler took over to clarify. –Tell them what you told me that he is some kind of memory.-
-I was getting to that.- <Battle> said with a tired voice as he returned to the driver’s seat. –The <Battle> you fought wasn’t me…. It was a memory of the Old Man, something that happened long time ago… I don’t know why he changed, but he is currently smarter than the beast you were fighting… and when it comes to my race smarter isn’t always the best for your race.- Gen’s face took a melancholic look. –That thing you fought was brought forth thanks to another one of my brethren, one who can control Memory. Is a shame he doesn’t see the truth I’ve seen… Coming here to destroy is just hurting us. We are created by human thought… if we destroy humanity we lack sustenance…- He stopped the sadness from escaping through his eyes and resumed explaining.
-The moment any of you take one of the Medals out he is going to go after you so I…- He took a pause and looked at Gen’s body. –We will distract him until you can get the Medals out….- The Boxer regained his own voice. –Fuckin’ distract him? Speak for yourself… Imma gonna deck him in the- <Battle> wrestled back the control. –I’m going to cut you right there, we aren’t as synched as we need to defeat him… we can buy a couple of minutes tops and that’s while being optimistic.- He turned to the group. –I know this is a lot to take in, but if you really want to save this world I hope you’re ready to get those medals, because we’re leaving to fight that… memory… before it’s too late.- Gen’s Eye returned to its usual red.
-Did ya get every fuckin’ detail? I beat the crap out that fuckin’ thin’ and ya guys get the fuckin’ Medals out of the fuckin’ shrines… We can fuckin’ catch up after this… now I’m tellin’ ya to fuckin’ back out, because this is gettin’ wild.- Gen’s slasher smile grew as he threw the Medal spinning high over him. All the Fighting Spirit and Ki he could gather moved towards his left hand, which he raised above his head. For a moment his bravado softened and he said one single thing before catching the Medal. –If I don’t come back please tell Rin that I’m sorry for not visiting her- Gen grabbed the Spinning Medal and a golden large surged from it, piercing through the spaces between his fingers.
–Armored Host…- He whispered as he clutched the Medal with all his might before slamming his closed fist against the ground. A pillar of golden light surged from below and blasted towards the sky, a column of radiant flames. A shockwave shook everything around him, lifting dust, pushing back trees and nearby magma mid-cooling. The golden light retracted back to Gen, but instead of his human body there was an armored humanoid, golden and black with large red eyes. Once again the combined voice of Gen and the Gainen took the stage, now with a metallic undertone.
-INFINITE BATTLE, ROAR OF THE SPIRIT!-
-So this is yer power… fuckin’ impressive.- Gen whispered to <Battle> as he opened and closed his now clawed fingers. He looked towards the location of Honorable Battle and then looked to the others. –Imma gonna deck him in the schnozz! Ya guys get those fuckin’ Medals…- <Battle> took hold again as he prepared for a jump. –You had to say that stupid line right? Remember we only need to stall hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii- <Battle>’s voice vanished in the distance as the Armored Boxer jumped towards the beach. As he left Goemon, just regaining his consciousness managed to whisper in total confusion. –Who…who was that? He sounded… his voice… he sounded like my master…-
In the beach Honorable Battle stopped hitting the barrier with his sword. He sensed the transformation and look behind him. With a strangely archaic voice he started talking.
- So it begins, the combatants are primed, the battlefield is chosen and this hand of mine is steady over the blade. I am ready for this duel. Are thou ready for it brother? –
Gen and <Battle> crashed into the beach, creating a small crater in the sand. Both replied –Ready? We will destroy you!-
-Wē?-
One finger at the time Gen and <Battle> clenched their fists. –I’m not Gen or <Battle> right now my only concern is taking you out…-
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 6, 2015 7:08:58 GMT
"Oh, you wanna go, ya little prick?" Dan's grin crept closer to the edge of madness before Crow touched him. He arched away from the touch. "Don't do that." Good, reestablish the Dan Crow knew. He was being too obvious. Now... this was Gen? He had barely met the guy beforehand, but he seemed to recall him having a little more face than that. He listened carefully to Gen, knowing it was in his best interests. His eyes widened when Gen transformed. Those medals could do that!? His smile was back to insanity when he turned to seek out his target. He didn't bother exchanging words with anybody, charging past them into the woods, back towards that shining beacon of light.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Oct 10, 2015 3:29:53 GMT
As Jose makes his way outside the cave, he manages to listen to Gen/Battle's words before the armor fellow took off with a massive leap towards the beach. As his eyes stare at the fainting energy trail left by the energetic man's departure, his ears capture the whispering words of the now conscious Goemon. He takes a few step towards the perplexed man and offers his hand to assist the karate master up to his feet. "I believe that fellow is Reiji's student." He looks back towards the beach as he feels the man's heavy landing. Good Luck Batalla Infinita. He turns back towards his companion, "You woke up just in time. We need to retrieve some medals." In case Goemon did not hear anything beforehand, Jose quickly gets him up to speed on the current situation. Nodding his head once he confirm that Goemon understood what needs to be done, he takes off to the glowing green beacon of light via earth.
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 11, 2015 15:43:37 GMT
Annoyed at how Callis didn't seem to be responding, Sid sighs as he turns his attention back toward the strange ki presence that just showed up. "Eh, I tried. I'll tell one of 'em to get ya later." And with that, Sid leaps off, headed toward Gen and the other's ki signatures. He manages to get there just in time to hear Gen explain who these people were, and the plan to take the medals from the shrines while he battled...something. He wasn't exactly sure what Gen would be fighting, exactly, since he had never seen Wild or Honorable Battle himself.
Thinking for a moment, Sid actually began to recognize the loud person talking to everyone! "How about that...Gen's back. And is now talking to himself." What the hell happened to this dude between all the shit that happened in Osaka to now? Shrugging his shoulders, Sid's eyes widened when he saw Gen transform into his armored form. "Wait...this dude's a fuckin' Power Ranger now?! I gotta ask about that after this crap." And with that, Sid turns around and bolts off toward the ravine where the Impact shrine resided. He wasn't looking forward to facing that meteor dude again...but it had to be done. Whatever happened to that dude who helped him earlier, anyway?
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Post by Colt of Personality on Oct 13, 2015 2:38:40 GMT
FINAL CLIMAX ON SAKURAJIMA ISLAND
Crow listened to Gen/Battle explanation he could tell this was a different Gen than the Gen from Kobe, Osaka, or even Romania. This was a Gen who emerged from the flames of his own personal hell from a boy into a man. As the mission became clear a smirk/smile formed on Crow’s face and as he listened he roughly knock his shoulder back into place with a wince, he would be feeling that in the morning. The irony of this situation was not lost on Crow, these heroes from different lands were brought together by either fate or chance all in the name to help save Gen Shishioh’s life but now as the world drew closer to destruction it was their lives that rested on Gen/Battle’s shoulders. As Gen flipped the medal into the air and made mention Rin Crow was quick to reply even if Gen didn’t hear him. “Hey Gen whatever message you have for your sister. You can give her yourself because you WILL be coming back with us.”
The Gunslinger was moving through Sakurajima swiftly but gingerly still beat up from his fight with Wild Battle, his own Natural Energy nearly depleted, and his senses severely dampen. Thankfully while still on Sakurajima which was rich with Natural Energy he still could feel the others around him. Crow was heading back to the area where he faced off against Ancestor Deity, he wondered if the Gainen would reappear or would he face another challenge when trying to retrieve the medal. As the fight between Infinite Battle Gen and Honorable Battle began Crow stopped in his tracks, the energy and presence from the beach was a maelstrom of utter power. This truly was the climax. The fate of everything they held dear would be depend on whether they could all retrieve their medals in time.
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Post by Kuma on Oct 14, 2015 3:34:14 GMT
Gen clutched his fists and filled with power let out a might roar. The surge of Gainen Energy blasted everything around him, pushing sand and rocks far away. A radiant golden aura surrounded the Spirit Boxer as he drew power from the Gainen Space, using the Medal, now neatly placed on his waist as miniature portal. The Memory Construct looked at his opponent with a degree of surprise. –How can this phenomenon happen? You should not exist…- Honorable Battle took a couple of steps back. -How in the name of the ancestors you can draw powers from my conceptual namesake <Battle>?- The Memory of a Gainen clutched his sword with badly contained rage. Under his helmet Gen smiled, a feeling almost shared with <Battle>.
-Then I’m goin’ to spell it to ya wordy motherfucker!- The Empowered Boxer shouted as he started walking towards the baffled Memory Construct. –Ya aren’t a fuckin’ real boy! Ya’re a memory of the fuckin’ old man, just a fuckin’ illusion... and there is somethin’ more ya need to fuckin’ know... nah!- Infinite Battle’s eyes shined with a dangerous inner light. –Somethin’ ya need to get inta ya thick fuckin’ skull!- Gen stopped walking when he was almost face to face with Honorable Battle who asked. –What is that information you so impolitely try to machinate to throw me off guard?… another lie about me being false perhaps? But I can clearly say that you are wrong in that respect, since I-
-SHUT YER TRAP!- Gen snapped at Honorable Battle, who out of sheer shock stopped talking. “How does this mere human just stealing the powers of my people think he can talk to me like that?” Was what the Memory Construct wanted to say but he didn’t have the chance since the Spirit Boxer took the stage, his helmet opening to reveal his face almost too serious to be Gen’s. –No lies, no fuckin’ lies ya dumb fuckin’ wordy bastard!- Gen clutched his fist even tighter, the scratching of metal against metal filled the silence as he prepared for the last fragment of his message. –Imma just givin’ ya a fuckin’ fact of life…- Honorable Battle inquired about this with his accustomed royal tone just tinted with irritation. –And what would that fact or dare I say truth of life you have is? Please enlighten me with your pitiful vocabulary and lack of manners…-
Gen started laughing, not a chuckle or a small snicker, but a roaring burst of laughter that was quickly joined by <Battle> with an equal grandiose display. Honorable Battle, offended by this ungentlemanly behavior grabbed Gen by the neck lifting his blade, readying it for a strike, while shouting. –What is so hilarious? Or have you snapped realizing that you will never beat me a superior Gainen and fighter? Is that it… human? – Honorable Battle was about to attack when the Spirit Boxer and his Gainen Ally stopped laughing. Gen looked at his enemy with a sinister and blood curdling slasher smile, several levels beyond any other he ever did, with his eyes burning like golden magma. –I’m laughin’ because what I’m fuckin’ about to tell ya is the fuckin’ truth and the truth is fuckin’ funny.-
The helmet closed over Gen’s face as he blocked the incoming sword slash with his armored hand and with the other hand he grabbed his opponent shoulder. –What I wanted to fuckin’ tell ya is fuckin’ simple.- Honorable Battle struggled to move under the grip of Gen’s hands, trying to remove the sword from the iron grasp of the Boxer was fruitless and as the Memory Construct turned his face to focus on his sword, ignoring Gen for a second, so he could see how to release his weapon. That was a huge mistake, as the Boxer and <Battle> added the final phrase. –The world ain’t fuckin’ big enough for the two of us ya wordy motherfucker!- And with that said the fight first blood, metaphorically, went to the alliance of Gen and <Battle> connecting a bone crushing head sending Honorable Battle back into the ocean making him bounce a couple of times like a skipping stone before the creature managed to stop itself, floating over the sea, with its blue eyes shining with righteous wrath after such underhanded attack.
From the shore, surrounded by half melted sand, affected by the powerful aura burning around him, Gen gestured the creature to come at him waving his right hand towards his own chest while keeping his left ready to fight. –Come at me fuckin’ bastard! Imma gonna knock yer fuckin’ head off.- And with that taunt Honorable Battle charged forward, absolutely livid, swinging his sword with skills that even dwarfed his Form Giver.
As the battle raged in the coast, the Pillars of Light grew larger and the effects of the constant manifestation of Gainen Energy through the Medals were starting to affect the surroundings of the shrines. They were drinking the NE of the island to power themselves at first, but after remaining open for certain amount of time their own energy was powering, some kind of self sustaining loop as each second they brought more of the Gainen Space’s strange elements into the physical realm and as they came through medals with Concepts trapped inside the effects related to those Medals.
The island with the Shrine of Peace was under the same effects of Dull Peace’s Pacification Field, but in irregular and unstable intervals, affecting only sections around the island or on the small island with almost 12 times Earth’s gravity and instantaneous death by crushing.
The ravine with the Shrine of Impact was subjected to invisible crashes, impacts caused by whirlwinds of pure raw force, like dervishes of Arabian myth. Getting hit by one of these, only noticeable by distortions, like the air over a fire, would feel like being hit by a freight train.
The forest with the Shrine of Deity is filled with strange creatures, manifestations of Shinto Deities for each tree, creature and geographical accident of the island, a truly dreadful meeting of dreadful divine representations. Fighting through them would be difficult even in top condition.
The thicket with the Shrine of Poison became a noxious swamp, with lakes and geysers of substances that would eat through stone like acid hitting cardboard. Random bouts of poisonous rain scourge the territory surrounding the medal turning the bamboo into shriveled black warning signs.
The cliff with the Shrine of Heat bursting into flames and heat enough to start melting everything around them and randomly igniting the gases in the atmosphere in flares of spectacular brightness and dangerous flames. A regular human’s blood would boil upon contact with the area.
But the medals must be removed for the sake of the world, even against these impossible odds.
Back in the beach Gen and Honorable Battle were nowhere to be seen… but wait… what’s that? Shockwaves in the air expanding like bubbles of power force, half golden and half blue. The <Battle> Inheritor and the Fake Battle moved at speeds beyond the sight of the naked human eye clashing with almost unmatched ferocity all over their chosen battlefield, destroying large chunks of it with each exchange of blows. The might of their every increasing clash is ever growing, sometimes they even manage to realize multiple blows, creating a chain of force bubbles as the move side by side in a roaring rampage of rapid rushes and ripostes between both contenders.
Finally after a dazzling display of daring and dangerous determination both fighters stop 10 mts away from each other. Gen has a couple of cracks in his armor, through which small lines of blood can be seen dripping over the hard exterior of his Armored Host form. Honorable Battle seems much less wounded, only a few scratches and some chinks on his blade edge, nothing too serious. The Golden Aura surrounding Gen wavers with each second as his Ki reserves, feeding the medal, are slowly depleted by the usage of the Armored Host form at such level. Normally the users tend to train using partial transformations, but the Spirit Boxer was forced into full form from the start.
-You are getting slow, if you require a minute of respite I must grant it to you, as even if I dislike your vulgar and brutish manners and speech I must admit you are a quite capable fighter, not as skilled as myself of course, but clearly you are just a human stealing powers beyond your comprehension and understanding… well I even think human powers would be beyond your understanding, but let us not stay on such boorish details.- Honorable Battle, fulfilling his name, showed a gentlemanly attitude to Gen, who was clear in a disadvantageous position. As he finished talking he elegantly bowed in a complete showcase of courteous behavior and good manners, also in stupidity… a total and utter display of dumbassery.
Once again Gen and <Battle> decided to take advantage of the Memory Construct behavior and charged in, Fighting Spirit swirling on the Spirit Boxer hand turning into a Lion’s head, so Gen could execute his trademark…
This time around Honorable Battle wasn’t as unguarded as before, and Gen wasn’t as fast and full of energy, still the Memory Construct only managed to block it with his blade, avoiding the physical damage but suffering the blast of energy, that pushed him backwards with the Boxer fist still locked into his sword. Honorable Battle, not really damaged by the attack once again tried to take the higher ground as a warrior. –I commend your attempts to capitalize on my kindness, as it clearly the only real way you have to hit me, still I would ask you to stop attempting to win this fight, I do not desire to kill you as even as unsophisticated as you are you bring power to my Concept. Please surrender and work under me so we can fulfill my goals.- Gen greeted his teeth under the helmet and tensed up his muscles.
-Your goals?- The Spirit Boxer whispered with burning rage inside of him, growing like a fire out of control. –YOUR GOALS?- The almost extinguished flames around him flared up once again into a massive blast of golden light. <Yeah! That’s the spirit brat! Don’t just feed me with your Ki… I need your emotions, channel your rage into me, like the core of a star about to blow> The voice of <Battle> echoed inside Gen as he started pushing Honorable Battle’s sword pressure back, making the Fake Gainen slid backwards in the sand, leaving his prints on it. –THE ONLY GOALS I CARE ABOUT ARE MY….- The Spirit Boxer whole body turned into radiant aurous brilliance. – NO! OUR FUCKIN’ GOALS! OUR GOALS ARE THE ONLY ONES THAT FUCKIN’ MATTER AND RIGHT NOW THAT GOAL IS TO FUCKIN’ BEAT YOU INTO LESS THAN DUST!-
LION ROAR CANNON! MUGEN RENDAN!!!! (INFINITE COMBO)
This time around the surge of energy turned not into a single attack but a storm of fists thundering towards Honorable Battle like a pack of golden lions. The blast of energy was increased multiple times finally overcoming the defenses of Honorable Battle and for the first time since the start of the fight causing real damage, cracking the creature armor revealing blue light under them. The Fake Gainen landed on his feet as he looked at Gen with a mixture of confusion and panic. That surge of emotion softened quite a bit as he saw the effect such violent attack had on Gen. The armor over his left arm was in shambles, starting to peel off without movement and the Boxer’s arm hanged almost lifelessly from his shoulder.
-I see… I think I will not take any more chances, I will destroy you now before you can get any more opportunities to… - He looked at his own chest, blue light sipping through the cracks. –…wound me.- His eyes narrowed into blue slits of light as he raised his sword, that also took quite the beating after Gen’s attack but was still usable. –Get ready human… I will exterminate you less than a second, the least I could grant such valiant fighter is a quick death.- With his right hand Gen once again invited Honorable Battle to attack. –Come at me bro… I ain’t afraid of yer fuckin’ sharp stick or yer fancy fuckin’ words…-
While the battle raged Goemon Williams, put to speed by the others was rushing through the chaotic island towards the Shrine of Heat. He was quite wounded, but the wounds he currently had were nothing compared to a couple of hours sparring with his master Ichigan Nagare. As he remembered the inheritor of the Mountain Slaying fist before him he once again noticed something he did back in the entrance of the Cave. Gen Shishioh’s voice sounded really familiar, Goemon couldn’t place it, but something about the Spirit Boxer caused him to feel nostalgic. “It doesn’t matter, I’ll ask the kid about it later… maybe I fought against him before…”
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 14, 2015 4:46:04 GMT
Dan stopped when he left the woods again and spotted his island. His eyes squinted in the glare of the pillar for a second before he realized what was happening. He could see sand compress and sink, water get shoved into depressions by whatever force was running wild. He realized after a second it was gravity, like the statue's powers. He slowly walked closer, bending to grab some rocks off of the ground. He would never even think of this while clouded. He got into a decent position and hurled a stone right at the shrine. It winged harmlessly off, slamming into a corner of the island and blasting it into a cloud of sand.
He frowned and took another shot. It was just as effective, getting sent skipping across the ocean without leaving a scratch on the shrine. Just what was that thing made of? How did people carve it in the first place? He sighed deeply and contemplated entering the danger zone. Hardly ideal. Even as strong as he was, he knew he could easily die. His heart might not be strong enough to keep getting blood to his brain. But there was a reason the biggest beasts lived in the ocean.
He threw another rock, blowing away a corner of the island with his massive strength and a little added aura to the stone. A combination of stones and energy attacks erased the rest of the sand between himself and the shrine. There looked to be enough depth for him to properly swim. He backed up a little and charged, taking a leap that took him halfway across the gap before he suddenly felt himself drug practically straight down into the sea. He was drug under, but as expected, the weightless environment let his heart handle the stress with ease. He rested on the sand for a second before the gravity relented, then shot to the surface and paddled to the shrine. He pulled himself into a proper position and dug his fingers behind the beloved disk to yank it free.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Oct 14, 2015 5:02:02 GMT
Jose stares at the field of poison death in front of him. The entire terrain itself seem impassable, yet he was not going to let this stop him, There was too much on the line to give up now. Even if I have to give up my life, I will remove this medal. He stands by the edge as he tries to figure out a way to reach the shrine in order to extract the medal. Examining his own energy levels, he knew he couldn't afford to pull a large scale earth manipulation to solve this. Instead, he decides that precision is his best method. Looking for a pattern within this dangerous ecosystem, he eventually manages to establish a good vibe with his timing and begins. Lifting his hands up, he begins to cause many pebbles to float upwards, then he carefully launches them towards the shrine. He tries to guide the tiny pebbles properly in order to get as many pebbles as possible to the shrine.
After losing more than 90% of his pebbles due to the environmental conditions, the remaining pebbles get close to the medal, There they begin to come together and transform into an earthy shape hand. At this point, Jose's body begins to shake as his energy levels is close to running out. Still, he continues to focus on the task ahead of him. He places the earth hand on the medal and with the last bit of his energy, he causes the earth hand to grab on and tries to remove the medal.
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 16, 2015 12:35:56 GMT
Sid kneeled down at the top of the ravine, peering down at the destruction going on below him. From what he could gather, there were weird mirage-type stuff that was floating around, and destroying anything that comes into contact with it. How the hell was he supposed to get near that shrine when he can't even see where all this shit was going to be in a few seconds?! However...a thought soon made it's way into his mind, and the kickmaster grinned in glee.
Walking over to a nearby pillar of rock, Sid winds his leg back and slams it against the base of the rock, cracking it off and sending the slab flying into the ravine. The rock was was aimed directly at the shrine below, and began rocketing toward it at top speed. Sprinting after it, Sid leaps on top of the descending slab of rock and hangs onto it for a second, before finally getting his footing to surf the rock as it began taking him directly toward the shrine. His plan involved using this rock to act as a buffer between him and any of those impacts, so even it it hits one of those zones, only the rock would shatter and Sid himself could front flip away from the blast zone.
This tactic proved useful, as near the bottom, the rock platform slams into one of the impact zones and lurches forward, shattering into a billion pieces right under Sid's feet. Luckily, he managed to anticipate this and flipped forward, being pelted by rock debris on the way down. He could see the medal right in front of him, ripe for the taking. "Come here, ya crappy medal bastard!" Sid yells as he slams feet-first into the ground, the sheer impact causing some of the rocks beneath Sid to crack under the pressure. Diving forward, he reaches his hand into the shrine, and attempts to yank the medal right out of the shrine before more impact zones could approach to try and defend their creator.
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Post by Colt of Personality on Oct 23, 2015 4:38:38 GMT
THE FINAL CLIMAX OF SAKURAJIMA ISLAND (PART II)
The Gunslinger didn’t need his Natural Energy honed senses to sense the creatures that now inhabit the forest where he had fought the Deity Gainen he could feel their eyes staring menacingly at him. It seemed as if there were hundreds of them contain in this small region of the island. Crow sighed as he checked Quicksilver. “Not nearly enough ammo to fight all of them. Not that bullets matter anyway besides I’m way too weak to fight all of them and still make it to the medal.” Crow opened the chamber of his signature revolver and dumped the remaining bullets he had, expect for one, onto the ground before slipping the revolver into the holster. Slowly he noticed the deities began to move in closer and closer on him but he showed no fear.
There were no memories or ghosts from the past that Crow could rely on this time unfortunately he grandfather didn’t give him any advice on how to deal with a forest filled with potentially deadly and angry spirits. “They haven’t attack me just yet I assume it because I haven’t attacked first. Deities like this usually aren’t aggressive unless someone threatens or attacks the land and creatures they reside in and protect.” The Last Gunslinger tried to remain calm and move slowly towards the medal with each step he made the spirits of the forest drew closer. With the land already damaged and suffering more damage from the volcano they saw every advance as a threat towards their area. The Gunslinger reached out towards the nearest tree and ran his hand over it his felt every crevice of the rough bark till he found a hole with a bullet lodged in from his fight with Ancestor Deity earlier. He wondered for a moment what sought of damage the battles were doing to this island and if it would ever be repaired……Crow’s cobalt eyes widen as he realized what he most do.
The Gunslinger began to focus and gather as much NE that he had left in him he reached into the deepest reserves he could muster. Crow’s body began to radiate and glow with Lightning NE causing arcs to peel and grow off him then as he began to take another step it appeared that feathers of lightning NE began to flutter and fall around him. The feathers touched everything around him the ground, trees, and even animals causing them to glow then slowly heal. Crow’s was outputting as much NE as he could as an offering to the deities and spirits around him while it was a small offering the NE would heal the area from some of destruction and it would calm and appease the spirits. Trees that were burned or wounded slowly came back to life, animals that were weaken regained strength, and the ground became a bit more fertile instead of barren. The bullets Crow had left in the tree from his earlier battle were slowly ejected. It appeared as if he had grown wings of electrical NE from his back as more and more feathers fluttered from them. His body was surrounded with an aura of arcing electricity. “Yes that’s it spirits heal from the wounds of the past. I just need a few more steps.” He walked slowly sweating and panting as he expended nearly all his NE, similar to earlier he was suffering using his NE like this as the ringing in his ears became deafening, his vision became blurry and colorless, and his mouth and nose became overwhelm with the taste of copper. But he couldn’t stop no matter how weak he felt everything depended on these last few steps. Crow reached the shine nearly out of energy but still he reached for the medal and attempted to remove it from the shrine. “Come on Gen! Just hold out a little bit longer!”
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Post by Kuma on Oct 24, 2015 4:34:24 GMT
The four shrines stopped siphoning energy from the Gainen Space, the alterations created by these interdimensional breaches quickly subsided, slowly fading with only the damage caused by them as the sole evidence of their existence. The poison lake fading into nothingness, the forest deities vanishing, the sudden gravity shifts stopping and the impact ghost disappearing without a trace. Only a single shrine remained, the Heat Shrine, were Goemon was about to take the medal from it. The temperature around it was so high the air around it spontaneously combusted when the heat fluctuations upped up the Celsius up to such heights.
-I… almost…can…reach… it…- Goemon Williams, the Karate Star, was using every last bit of Ki he had pumping up his defensive Aura. Each step he took felt like torture, his skin blistering from the intense conditions, even with the amazing protective aura he was creating. Steadily, yet slowly, he advanced through the hyper-heated field, pouring with sweat. The air was so charged with energy that it almost felt like wind, making Goemon’s Gi and Belt flail around, bits and pieces moving past the protection of his Aura and burning up instantaneously. But finally after reaching his utmost limits Goemon managed to remove the last medal from the last shrine, cutting the feed to the Gainen Space.
-Uf…uf…uf…- Goemon wheezed as the temperature started to decrease into a more manageable number. The Karate Star fell on one knee while he clutched the medal inside his hand. He could feel the scalding metal burning his palm but he ignored the pain, he suffered more while filming his own stunts. Gathering whatever strength he had left after such grandiose feat of endurance, one that might have been avoided if he thought to drop the whole cliff into the sea to cool down the Shrine and pick the medal before the water got hot, Goemon stood stall and started walking towards the beach nearby his location, where from afar he could see the shockwaves of Gen’s fight.
-I need to get the Medal there, I don’t trust that guy yet… but I feel like I know that Shishioh brat from somewhere, but I can’t place it… He feels awfully familiar as if I’ve known him for a long time. - The Karate Star muttered as he dragged his feet down the hill that ended in the clifftop he just visited.
Half a second… 10 punches
6 seconds… 200 punches
15 Seconds… 1000 punches
-FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK- Gen and Honorable Battle were locked in a high-speed barrage of attacks. The Armored Spirit Boxer was punching with all his might, every attacking burning his Ki and Fighting Spirit to the point of near depletion, not even 10 minutes had passed of the fight and Gen was already running on fumes, while his opponent didn’t seem too fazed and easily deflected, parried or even countered most of the Hot-Blooded Boxer’s attacks. This couldn’t last longer, as each time Honorable Battle’s blade made contact a new crack appeared in the Infinite Battle Armored Host, and each proper strike removed a chunk of armor that flew off before turning into golden dust in the wind.
After 30 seconds of intense exchange of blows both fighters reeled back to re-organize themselves and catch a momentary breather. Things weren’t looking up for Gen as he heaved his breath like a wild animal. Honorable Battle wasn’t agitated or even remotely tired, but his secondary nature basically gave him an unbreakable set of morals he followed to the letter, ignoring common sense while trying to maintain a chivalrous respect for Gen, as hard as that could be considering the Boxer’s personality. Gen was currently half equipped. Most of his scarred face was visible, his right arm was barely protected and his left arm not at all. Only his legs and feet seemed to be unscathed, but it was just a matter of time.
Honorable Battle, now cooled down after the exchange, once again tried to reason with Gen. –I do not understand the reason for this fight apart from my personal distaste for your flagrant appropriation of powers than belong to me and your pitiful attempts at insults.- He lowered his blade, sign of his pacific intentions, and continued talking. –I am magnanimous enough to ignore those preposterous affirmations about me being a false individual and I assure you that unlike the rest of my kind I do not desire to harm any innocents or defenseless individuals, so you can also scratch that from your list for animosity against myself…- Gen heard this and inside his head <Battle> just said. <Ask him what he thinks to do after this battle ends>
Still agitated, Gen was supporting his arms over his shoulders, his bloodied face looking on the ground. The Boxer, pushing once again his limits, stood up and took a guard stance as he asked. –What do ya think ya’ll do if I fuckin’ surrender?- Honorable Battle seemed a bit surprised by the question but quickly and courtly replied. –Of course I have plans, my main concern is to help my own comrades, my people to fulfill their goals, for that purpose I will exterminate anybody in this island with one of those dreadful medals that steal our powers and re open the Gateway, or at least force it open from this side to allow them free passage to this realm and its resources.- The Boxer looked at his opponent with a puzzled look, clearly understanding half of it.
<He wants to kill your friends, open the Gateway and allow hundreds of guys like him into your world and they will kill and destroy everybody and everything you care about brat.> Battle quickly explained to the confused Gen who changed from confusion to anger in less than a microsecond. –So what do you say? Shall we stop this senseless fight so I can fulfill my mission to help my own?- Honorable Battle asked with the utmost tact and respect, being too alien to a human to understand that he was basically asking Gen to surrender, allow himself to be killed and then allow his friends to die as well. The Spirit Boxer wouldn’t take it and when Honorable Battle started asking again. –Well, what do you-CLONK!!!!!!-
Gen headbutted him as hard as he could, getting a line of blood drawn from his forehead that hit a jagged edge of the Fake Gainen’s helmet like organic plates. Honorable Battle fell flat on his ass, scared for the first time to the deadly glare of Gen only visible eye and the aura surging from his body too battered to be producing such power. –Ya talk too fuckin’ much, and now ya’re goin’ to fuckin’ pay for that wordy motherfucker- The Spirit Boxer closed his fists, shaking with pure undiluted rage. –Nobody fuckin’ ever threatens my home… nobody threatens my friends…. And nobody… and I mean fuckin’ nobody gets to open a fuckin’ portal in the fuckin’ world that allows fuckin’ demons to attack!!!!- A flare of power surrounded Gen, who was beyond any limit he ever had, but to allow his body to reach such level he was burning all of his Fighting Spirit, as the light that burns the brightest is the one that lasts the shortest time.
The Boxer’s anger fueled his powers but the Hidden Energies inside him were the ones stopping him from being torn apart by his newfound strength. If he spent all his Ki and Fighting Spirit he might hit even faster and harder, but his body wouldn’t be able to withstand such strength, he already broke a hand… fighting like this to gain time for the others make take a toll in something more precious than bones.
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 24, 2015 6:26:55 GMT
Dan fell back into the sea and laughed. It was his. He paddled back to shore and pulled himself from the sea. He felt heavy in his soaked clothing. No, that wasn't it. The medal? He thought for a moment and didn't like the answer. He decided to pull back to his clouded state. It would be better for the moment. He tried to ignite some explosion of emotion in himself, but instead something stirred in the medal. His emotions were dulled like this, but he had never felt less than he suddenly did now. He felt nothing.
He looked blankly up from the medal. He couldn't possibly even imagine emotions right now. That might be inconvenient, but he didn't care. He couldn't care. All he knew was that the adventure wasn't quite over. He lunged through the forest, unhindered by trees. Honorable Battle and Gen could surely hear him coming for miles as he shattered any trunk that stood in his way. He finally lunged in a last bound to land heavily in the sand. He adjusted his clothing and cursed his landing spot before looking at the two combatants. Gen was clearly worse off. An alliance with Honorable Battle was unlikely to further his goals though. He would stand with Gen. He waved the medal at him. "How do I do what you did? With the armor and flying?"
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 25, 2015 23:19:28 GMT
"Fuck yes! Gotcha, you little shit!" Sid yells in victory as he holds the medal up above his head. The explosions around him had finally subsided, leaving the ravine silent, save for the river flowing down the middle. Unfortunately...he couldn't celebrate his victory for long. He remembered that the weirdo Gen told him to take the medal out of the shrine, then go take it to wherever they were fighting at. After letting out a slight groan, Sid leaps up and makes his way up the ravine wall, and follows Gen's ki signature to finally arrive at the beach with Dan already being there.
"HEY! I got the thing! What do I do with the thing?!" Sid yells over at Gen as he faces down Honorable Battle, knowing full well he could do nothing to his opponent as he was now. Could he use this medal somehow, or was Gen going to take them all and become some kind of weird medal Megazord?
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Post by waybig1010101 on Oct 26, 2015 2:05:23 GMT
As he holds the medal in his right hand, the young bounty hunter looks at the shrine and the surrounding area once more. The once beautiful landscape has become ruin by the poison medal. "I wonder how long it will be before something can grow here again." He turns around and begins to earth slide all the way to the others. As he slides on the earth, he couldn't help but to hear the sound of Dan's approach. "Jeez...What a loud fellow..." He continues to travel until he reaches the beach where he spots the others, including the ongoing fight between Gen and Honorable Battle.
He peers down at the battle before him in amazement. He had figure that a disciple of the great master Reiji would be impressive in his own right, but his estimations did not come close to grasping at Gen's full prowess. As he watches, his eyes fail to grasp the movements of either fighter, all he could see what the shockwaves of their clashes. "Incredible..." he whispers to himself. He stand still as he wonder how he could make a difference in this battle. He thought before that he could help even in his current state, but now seeing what he would be going against, the only thing he could do is hold up the medal and wait patiently for instructions.
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Post by Colt of Personality on Oct 26, 2015 4:23:33 GMT
THE FINAL CLIMAX OF SAKURAJIMA ISLAND (PART III)
As the forest spirits dissipated so did Crow’s lighting NE wings and aura he slumped down resting against the stone shrine panting heavily. However Crow still had a smirk on his face as he held the medal in his hand. “Ha……Ha……Ha……got you, you little bastard.” The Gunslinger wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and rest but he knew his mission wasn’t over yet. The world was fuzzy and fading in color and the ringing was so loud it was hard to concentrate. “Can’t stop now. I got to get to Gen now before it’s too late. Everything is resting on this.” With weak and shaking legs Crow stood up leaning on the shrine until the ringing stopped and the world came back into the focused. “Okay Gen don’t go dying on us yet. I swear I’ll kill you if you do.”
Crow made his way back to the beach as best as he can but his NE was at its lowest but he couldn’t stop. He stumbled back and forth but as much as it seemed that Crow would pass out any second he kept going in the direction of the beach clutching the medal tight in his grasp. It was as if he could still hear the spirits of the trees and islands guiding them in the right direction. The Rail-gun wasn’t sure if this was a result of his concussion or some form of the medal powers but he followed it no matter what. Finally Crow came through the forest to the beach he spotted the others and Gen, who was currently locked in battle with Honorable Battle. “GEN! We are here we got the medals!” This was it they had to put their faith in both Gen and the entity known as Battle if they had any chance of saving the world from a Gainen invasion.
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Post by Kuma on Oct 28, 2015 6:17:10 GMT
Gen’s fist was stopped by Honorable Battle’s sword. The Fake Gainen took the moment of equilibrium between their forces to spring into a counter attack, connecting a punch right in the Spirit Boxer’s face, making him spit a jet of blood as his whole body bended backwards after receiving such impact. More bits of the armor cracked and fell, vanishing into gold particles before reaching the ground. Now Gen’s face was completely exposed and looked even worse than before, filled with bruises, cuts and scratches. The swollen flesh blocked one of his eyes and the other one was almost completely closed. The Hot-Blooded Boxer was clearly on the losing side of this fight.
As he was still reeling from the punch Honorable Battle connected another punch.-Why…-, disregarding his sword –don’t…-, and then another –you…-, and another –fall?- and one more for good measure. Gen took each blow without losing his footing. The Spirit Boxer didn’t falter, bleeding, battered and bruised he was still standing, not just out of stubborn pride, but for something much bigger than any fight he had before. This was what Reiji tried to hammer into his thick head for months. The true strength doesn’t come from fighting for oneself, but it appears when fighting for others. Gen wasn’t on his own in this fight, he learn that the hard way during all this whole year.
In Kobe Crow fought valiantly alongside Rin trying to stop the plot of Gen’s parents. In Osaka many friends and rivals, some present today helped him and brought him from the depths of the underworld back to the land of the living, for a whole week after that he could still feel their combined energy joined to his. In Orasul Sange his body moved on its own to protect his comrades, allowing them to continue fighting until they managed a victory. And now they came to help him again, restoring him to life once again. It still sounded corny for Gen to admit it, but his comrades, his friends were the ones giving him strength right now. For somebody like him they suffered.
They got burned, slashed, crushed, bruised, poisoned, frozen, blasted, flared, pierced and more. The only thing he could do to reply to their efforts was replying in kind without faltering and so he stood stubbornly against the continued attacks of Honorable Battle, who seemed more and more vexed by the situation. –I defeated you!- The Fake Gainen punched Gen removing more armor. –You can’t even lift your arms!- The Sword Wielding Creature punted the Boxer on the chest, pushing him back almost forcing him to get on his knees, but that didn’t happen. Honorable Battle pointed Gen with his blade after a short twirl.
-Why do not you accept your defeat? You fought valiantly, you shouldn’t be ashamed to capitulate in front of a superior foe!- Honorable Battle tried to understand the situation through the viewpoint given to him by his Form Giver, but truly he lacked the empathy to understand how incompatible his ideals were with Gen’s. Getting agitated by the Boxer’s silence, not out of disrespect as Gen could barely breathe after taking a kick to the solar plexus, Honorable Battle inquired once again. –Why you do not fall!? WHY?- He swung his sword, not aiming at Gen but to a nearby boulder, slashing it in half through cutting wind. The Spirit Boxer, gathering all his strength as he heard the other incoming stood up tall, carrying every wound on his body like a medal. He smiled and replied to Honorable Battle’s question with simplicity. –I don’t fuckin’ know how…- Just as he finished talking the others started arriving. Dan first, followed by Sid, then Jose, closely followed by Crow and finally, dragging his burnt body arrived Goemon. The Spirit Boxer heard their voices and lifted his hand showing his thumb up. As he did that the Medals on their hands started pulsating, like a living heart. He glanced at them, barely able to distinguish them as his eyesight was blurry after such beating.
With his head pounding he turned back to face Honorable Battle who looked, shocked, at everybody else with the Medals on their hands. He was too busy with Gen to notice the Pillars of Light fading away. –And seemingly they ain’t fuckin’ surrenderin’ either ya wordy bastard.- The Spirit Boxer raised his hand as <Battle> instructed him. <Summon their powers to you, link yourself with the holders> Gen deeply inhaled as he let <Battle> guide him. His Ki and Fighting Spirit were depleted; he didn’t even have fumes left to push him onwards, so he opened up to the others, lowering the defenses of his own spirit. He could feel their pain, their sorrows, their triumphs and their lives coursing through his veins like burning fire.
Jose’s unwavering determination to better himself, Dan’s desire for freedom, Sid’s relaxed skills, Crow’s unbreakable courage, Goemon’s devotion for the Martial Arts… his mind even reached Callis’s ferrous Discipline and even Jin’s loyalty. Everything adding up inside him, he also had small remnants of Toramaru, Raisa, Karasu and Haruko still mixed with his own spirit, everything now combined into a single power, a single will a single individual. The pain, blood, sweat and tears of warriors joined into a single point, a weapon honed by experience and loss, sharpened by difficulties and sorrows. –I can feel them… I can fuckin’ feel them all…- Gen expressed in total wonder of <Battle> true potential. The feelings of infinite fighters in the palm of his hand, drawing the nearby medals towards him, like moths to a flame.
The 5 Medals flew off from their respective owners and started orbiting around Gen’s hand, closing in while Honorable Battle couldn’t do anything else but watch in awe something he couldn’t understand. As each Medal fused into Gen’s hand the golden flame shifted colors. White, Blue, Red, Green, Blue and finally back to golden. With such power on his hands Gen turned around to them. –I think I ain’t fuckin’ comin’ back from this one. - His body was vibrating, as he closed his fist. He glanced at them all nodding in gratefulness to them, he only stopped a second when he reached Crow and said. –Cementerio, tell Rin I’m sorry, and tell her that I won’t be able to keep my part of the fuckin’ promise…-
And with that said he started walking towards the scared Honorable Battle, whose eyes were locked on Gen’s hand. –How…. How… You cannot do that… no mere human can use five of those… you just can’t… is impossible! Inconceivable! You should be dead!- As the Boxer advanced the Fake Gainen took a step backwards. –I ain’t smart enough to get I can’t fuckin’ use them like this.- Honorable Battle took another step and started talking with fear, yet his tone slowly lost the fear as he realized something. –What do you intend to do with that? Not even such power can destroy me and surely it will kill you first. Surrender now and I will let you leave in peace.- Gen rejected the offer without a speck of doubt on his tone. –I already told ya fuckin’ faker… I don’t fuckin’ know how to surrender.- The Spirit Boxer smiled with clear pain on his face, in account of holding such power on his hand. –Besides… I ain’t fuckin’ kill ya…- He tapped his temple. –I have an fuckin’ insider.- Fear returned to Honorable Battle body language as Gen explained. –I know I ain’t killin’ ya with this.- He glanced at the mass of power in his hand. –But I pretty much can knock ya out of the park… and my friend told me ya fuckers ain’t the shit without the fuckin’ audience.- The reaction of the Fake Gainen was proof enough of <Battle’s> idea being the correct one. Even Gainen with forms in our world require environmental conceptual energy to survive, that means they require the closeness of humans. Gen was planning to get him out of the planet, as far as humans as possible to force Honorable Battle into a “coma”. –But if you do that you will also perish with me!- Gen finally stopped walking, face to face with the cowering Gainen.
-Already fuckin’ told ya I don’t fuckin’ care.- The Spirit Boxer body was vibrating more and more, barely maintaining a proper shape under the strain of such amount of energy. –If ya get fuckin’ loose everythin’ they did will be for fuckin’ nothin’… and ya’ll be free to fuck around… I ain’t lettin’ that happen.- The Boxer showed a Slasher Smile as he took a punching stance, lowering his body and crouching ready to jump. –I won’t allow that!!!- Honorable Battle rised his blade up high and tried to chop Gen in half, but the Spirit Boxer blocked the blade, that shattered against the golden flame and got swallowed into it. The same was happening to Gen’s armor, slowly drifting towards his left fist. –Say yer fuckin’ goodbyes. I already said mine…-
-The power of everybody in my hand! Breaking through the limits! All my might inside my fist, punching through you! My Fighting Spirit boils inside my soul! My knuckles crack with anticipation! No fancy names or techniques! I’m going to punch the hell out of you! Everything I have is behind this strike! Take it a go back the fuckin’ place you come from!!!!!-
Gen jumped releasing his fist in a uppercut to powerful to even see, the golden flare being too massive and bright to directly look at. The Spirit Boxer kept going up, dragging the Fake Gainen with him, each meter putting more and more strength behind his fist. Soon both became a golden shooting star piercing the barrier around the island, then the veil of black clouds, opening a hole through them. The Golden Flame burned them both but Gen didn’t falter, he put everything he had on the attack. –FUCKIN’ DIE!!!!!-
In Tokyo, Masayoshi Shishioh looked through the window of his office seeing the shooting star in the south, wondering when Gen would come back.
Across the world many Spirit Boxers looked over their heads feeling the intense power radiating from above, Fighting Spirit so pure and undiluted that seemed inhuman. In Inazuma Gakuen Raisa watched the star from above a roof, having a bad feeling about it. Other students looked at it with wonder.
Rin and Yuriko, still on the plane looked through the window seeing the ray of light climbing towards space. The youngest Shishioh shed a tear without knowing why.
Reiji Fukuma, still unconscious managed to utter a single word with a weak voice. –Brat…-
The Golden Meteor ever ascending, crossing the boundaries of our atmosphere and drifting into space. Gen was smiling, as everything started to grow silent and cold he could still feel the energy he borrowed from the others. Slowly he had to let it go…
The medals falling one by one, Impact, Deity and Heat fell behind him, through the trail he left directly to Sakurajima. Peace veered off to the south, falling in Australia, near a dusty desert road. Poison moved towards another direction, closing in to a forest were another wielder would find it.
Everything slowed down, the Fake Gainen slowly vanishing into nothingness, while Gen, barely covered by a layer of golden flames drifted in the void, his eyes slowly closing, with the last thing he saw being the stars far beyond his grasp. With his remaining strength he only managed to mutter a silent phrase before closing his eyes for good.
-Thank you guys… and sorry Rin…
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 28, 2015 21:30:39 GMT
"Hey!" Dan snarled and tried to catch the escaping medal but missed, letting it dash to Gen's side. He raised an eyebrow when Gen spoke his next line. It began curdling into mild horror as it went on. This couldn't possibly be happening, couldn't possibly be right. He stepped forward and outstretched a hand, palm up. "Gen, just give us the medals, we'll do this tog-" His words were lost even to himself under Gen's speech, and Gen was lost under a light like Dan hadn't seen since Osaka. His eyes widened for an instant. This was it! What he had felt then!
Then the shockwave from the leap reached him, sending him tumbling. He was stopped painfully by a boulder and didn't stop for an instant to rest. Up he pulled himself by rubble and rock. His heart dropped and dropped as the blinding gold spot rose and rose. Shock, anger, sorrow, and the grand, unstoppable wave of uselessness erupted through him. The power of the avatar state was gone again, torn away by the storm in his chest. He wished it wasn't. He wished that dullness would overtake him. So much better than the agony in his heart. Why did Gen die? Why did nothing he did matter? Try as he might, he couldn't save him. Every life lost in trying was wasted, just another stain on his hands. He fell into a silent kneel, just looking up and trying to see Gen through teary eyes. He needed to do something. Something minor to get things moving again so he didn't fall into an unending pit of despair. "Crow, he told you to tell Rin. I can help. Did Haruko know him well?" He would tell her if he could contact her. Maybe a few other people who deserved to know.
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Post by Colt of Personality on Oct 29, 2015 0:47:20 GMT
“SO LONG PARTNER”A FALLEN FRIEND: A RISING COMET
Once Gen started talking the reality of the situation began to sneak it and it wasn’t until Gen left Crow his message for Rin that it hit the Gunslinger like a ton of bricks. His cobalt eyes began to widen and he started to move towards Gen as best he could. “Gen…no! You get back here! You can give Rin your message yourself! You are going to keep your promise to her! GEN! THERE HAS TO BE ANOTHER WAY!” Before Crow could take another step the shock and energy released from Gen blow his backwards and his body gave out unable to move much more. Crow reached out he wasn’t aware of it himself but there were tears coming from his eyes. He had heard the words Gen spoke before and knew they were the words of a self-sacrificing idiot, it reminded him too much of his mentor and gramps, Buho Cementerio. “GEN! GOD DAMN IT! DON”T YOU FUCKING DO IT!”
The Last Gunslinger reached his hand and arm out but it was all in vain in a flash of golden flames both Gen and Honorable Battle were gone high up into orbit. The Hot Blooded Boxer, Gen Shishioh, once a foul mouth cocky, walking disaster of a human being sacrificed himself to save the world from the Gainen invasion turning into a blazing comet of golden flames. And the heart breaking part of this all was that only the people on this island would know, along with some of Gen’s closest friend, but the majority of the world would be ignorant of Gen’s sacrifice. The world was silent.
Crow was on his hands and knees unable to stand for now tears fell from his eyes landing on his hand, while his other fist pounded the ground in frustration. “Damn you….damn you Gen…there had to be another way….damn you. You stupid, hot headed, loud mouthed, self-sarificing….kind hearted, selfless, heroic, kid.” Crow hand was now covered in his blood from his repeated pounding into the ground as the tears were near ceaseless. It wasn’t until Dan came over that the world returned to Crow. He slowly stood up using Dan as support as he pulled his cowboy hat down to cover his red teary eyes. “Yeah we should tell Haruko. We also need to tell Raisa and Toramaru too. I’ll handle that one and I’ll tell Rin it won’t be easy but it needs to be done.” Before Crow could continue he noticed something falling/floating back down towards them. The Rail-gun was a little shocked when he realized that it the Gainen medals that had used earlier. The Deity medal fell towards the Gunslinger who held out his good hand and caught looking at the medal eased the pain of Gen’s sacrificed as Crow realized that similar to his grandfather Gen had left behind the good memories and happiness in their lives. And that his sacrificed meant they could have many more good memories in the future. Crow closed his hand the medal tight and secure. “Thank you Gen….You were the bravest warrior I knew. So long partner…till we meet again.”
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Post by waybig1010101 on Oct 31, 2015 20:32:17 GMT
Jose looks up at the fading light in the sky and didn't know exactly what to think . He didn't know anything really about Gen, but just looking around at everyone's reactions, he could at least grasp his importance in their lives. He didn't shed any tears, but even he couldn't but feel heavy heart at Gen's last moments. He doesn't bother to talk to anyone for the meantime as he pays his respects to the fallen warrior.
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Post by Vapovile on Nov 2, 2015 9:10:51 GMT
Stunned by what Gen said to Crow just before beginning his ascent, Sid's eyes widen in shock as he began to piece together what was going on. "Hey, wait a second you bas-!" But it was too late, Gen wasn't listening to any of them and was already pushing Honorable Battle out of the planet like a rocket. The kickmaster stood almost completely still as he looked up...watching the light get further and further away from them all. While he didn't know Gen as well as Crow, he still felt that the hot blooded boxer was at least somewhat of a friend to him. This feeling in his stomach was strange...he never really felt this helpless before, being completely useless to do anything to save someone. Even though he is normally lazy about wanting to help, he took at least some comfort in knowing that he could at least make a difference if he jumped in. Now...not so much.
Sighing to himself, Sid puts his head down and strolls over to a large rock, leaning his back against it while still looking at the fading light in the sky. He just wanted to be alone with his thoughts for a moment, and to let the others like Dan and Crow get over their sadness at the situation. He wasn't that great at comforting people...and just wanted to process the situation on his own for a bit.
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