The Divine Core

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...

<< The Heisei Era >>

< < Wednesday, August 15, 2007, 9:00 PM > >

< < Tokyo, Japan > >

<< Sakura Grove >>

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 rhythm of traditional taiko drums.

The air hummed with anticipation as dancers, adorned in intricate yukata patterns, swayed gracefully to folk melodies.

Against the city lights, the night embraced a joyous spirit, with locals and visitors alike partaking in the Bon Odori dance, weaving through the streets like a river of celebration.

On this enchanted night, Tokyo painted a vivid portrait of cultural unity, honoring ancestors with every step.

Kai Nagano, illuminating the streets with his heart of gold, journeyed through the busy roads at a quick pace, showing off his sky blue yukata and white palms.

"Kāsan! Tousan!" He called out his mum and dad to pick up the pace. "Hurry up! We can't miss the dance! C'mon, you're too slow!"

"We're trying, kiddo," Mr. Nagano replied. "But, you sure do move fast for your age."

He wasn't wrong. Kai had just turned five years old. But, he could clock out at ten miles per hour on average ratings. It was a feat that was peculiar in itself but was overlooked as a talent of his.

"The night isn't running away, sweetheart." Mrs. Nagano pointed out. "Taking it slow should be more fulfilling, yeah?"

Mr. Nagano chuckled, realising the true intentions of his better half. "You know, Kai, your mum doesn't want to ruin her makeup and dress. After all, she spent hours staring at the mirror to nail the 'perfect look.' Right honey?"

The family laughed over Mrs. Nagano's internal struggle. It was a beautiful lavender yukata with shades of aqua to add to the overall dazzling nature of the dress. Falling over in an embarrassing bit was not an option for her. Not tonight.

The Nagano family eventually made it on time to tag along with the dancers. Kai's piercing shade of sky blue eyes, complemented by his silver-white hair, gave light to the festive night as he showed off his moves.

It was that period of time he always looked forward to. He, alongside his parents, danced the night away, hoping it would never end.

Life seemed like one of eternal joy and bliss.

But, for how long?

As the Nagano family reveled in the rhythmic dance of the Bon Odori, the air began to feel heavier, and the music took on an eerie, almost discordant tone. Lanterns flickered and dimmed as if struggling against an unseen force.

Hidden in the shadows of a nearby alleyway, a woman draped in obsidian robes watched the celebration with keen interest. Her presence seemed to darken the very space around her, an unsettling contrast to the joyful festivities.

Kai felt another chill, stronger this time. He paused, looking around with wide eyes. "Kāsan, do you feel that?"

Mrs. Nagano frowned, glancing around. "Fee what, sweetheart?"

"The cold... like someone's watching us."

Mrs. Nagano smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes. "It's just the wind, Kai. Come on, let's keep dancing."

As they resumed their dance, a shadow slithered through the alleyways of a district nearby.

Hidden from the vibrant celebration, the obscure corners of Tokyo concealed a nexus of malevolence, a place few dared to acknowledge.

In the clandestine heart of the city, a district known as Azure Meadows thrived in shadows. Its name whispered tales of illicit dealings and dark secrets. Neon signs flickered in the narrow alleys, casting an eerie glow on those who dared to venture into its depths.

Within Azure Meadows, hidden behind a nondescript curtain, opened into a realm of decadence and corruption. The air, thick with the scent of incense and clandestine agreements, betrayed no hint of the revelry transpiring mere streets away.

Deep within the dimly lit confines of the dark district, a figure clad in obsidian robes observed the revelry through enchanted crystals. Her name, whispered in the darkest corners, was Yumiko Kurogawa – a harbinger of chaos and orchestrator of Daemonic ascension.

As Kai twirled under the moonlit sky, the malevolent eyes of Yumiko focused on the unsuspecting family. Her lips curled into a sinister smile as she sensed a power emanating from the young boy – a power that could tip the delicate balance between light and darkness.

"Hmm..."

As the last notes of the Bon Odori echoed through Tokyo's streets, a chilling wind whispered through Azure Meadows, carrying with it an ominous foreboding.

Under the soft glow of ancestral lanterns, Yumiko began to recite the incantation. The air thickened with ancient power as she chanted:

"Meikai no tobira, akehanataren.

Yomi no chi yori, reikon modore.

Inochi no ito, meguri megure.

Seimei no wa, futatabi tsumugan.

"

In the depths of the night, Tokyo held its breath, as the lines between the living and the dead began to blur, responding to the mystical cadence of Yumiko's ancestral chant.

"Now, let the real celebration begin!"

In a powerful crescendo, the lights went out. The burning flames reduced to embers. The dance halted. The wind howled upon the graves of the dearly departed.

And, in sinister harmony, the arms of the dead reached out to the world that bid them goodbye once before; they were granted life anew.

The humans were shrouded in disbelief. Their screams made this evident. The people they once loved spawned back to reality. But, not in the way they wanted.

As the technique unleashed by Yumiko's incantation took hold, the atmosphere in Japan transformed drastically. The air crackled with an unsettling energy, and the once dormant shadows now stirred with life.

The revived spirits, once peaceful and joyous, emerged with bizarre distortions. Their forms were twisted and contorted, resembling nightmarish giants and bioengineered monstrosities.

Kai, still caught up in the remnants of the Bon Odori dance, felt a shiver run down his spine. The joyous celebration had given way to a horrific reality.

The once-cheerful atmosphere of Sakura Grove now echoed with the ominous presence of the reanimated dead, their goliath-like figures casting eerie shadows on the once serene streets of Obon Lane.

The Nagano family, like others caught in the unexpected resurrection, recoiled in horror at the sight of their once-beloved ancestors turned into mummified entities.

The vibrant lanterns that once illuminated the path of celebration now flickered in the face of a dark turn of events.

Yumiko, observing her menacing creation with a wicked satisfaction, basked in the chaos she had unleashed. The hideous beings, driven by a hunger for the living, began to move through the streets of Sakura Grove with deliberate malice.

Panic ensued as the living were forced to confront the abominable versions of their dearly departed.

Freakish phenomena, infused with an otherworldly force, sought the lives of the unsuspecting celebrants, their once-familiar faces distorted into creepy visages.

The festive night had taken an unforeseen turn into a realm of horror, where the living danced on the precipice of survival, desperately trying to evade the relentless onslaught of the reanimated dead.

As the moon cast an eerie glow on the chaos that unfolded in Sakura Grove, the once-celebrated Obon festival became a gory battleground between the living and the twisted specters of the resurrected.

"He-he-he-llo, su-nny. Long time no see."

The once dazzling face of Kai's resurrected grandmother spoke.

"Kāsan(Mum), Tousan(Dad), what's happening?" Kai inquired.

"I wish I knew, son. I wish I knew." Mr. Nagano replied, a hint of fear plunging his words.

As the mutated creatures, once the dearly departed, staggered through Sakura Grove, fear spread like wildfire among the living.

A chilling sense of terror filled the air as these bioengineered monsters, resembling their former family members, relentlessly pursued their own kin with an insatiable hunger.

In the midst of the panicked crowd, anguished cries and heart-wrenching screams echoed as the mutants, with freakish faces resembling their past selves, approached their living relatives.

The eerie voices of these twisted figures spoke words that echoed memories of happier times, creating a spine-chilling blend of familiarity and horror.

"Remember the warmth of my embrace?" moaned the mutated great grandmother, her voice a haunting mix of the known and the monstrous.

"Your laughter used to be music to my ears," whispered a mutated sibling, their words a disturbing symphony of nostalgia turned nightmare.

Faced with the terrifying reality of their once-beloved family members now transformed into monstrous beings, the living experienced an overwhelming horror. Panic surged through Sakura Grove as desperate cries filled the air, blending with the eerie howls of the mutants.

In the chaos, Kai clung to his parents, their faces marked by sheer terror as they confronted the nightmare that had engulfed the once-celebrated Obon festival.

As the mutants reached out with distorted limbs, hungering for the lives of their kin, the living found themselves in a heart-wrenching dilemma.

The cackles of the deranged lady echoed. Her reality unfolded perfectly. The worst was yet to come.

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Hello, avid minds! I hope you'll grow to find this story to be your cup of tea. I would definitely appreciate your feedback and comments as it would boost my esteem to keep writing.

Very briefly, for those who wonder what the deranged lady was chanting, here's the translation:

冥界の扉,開け放たれん.

(Meikai no tobira, akehanataren.)

"Gate of the underworld, be opened."

黄泉の地より,霊魂戻れ.

(Yomi no chi yori, reikon modore.)

"Spirits, return from the land of the dead."

命の糸,巡り巡れ.

(Inochi no ito, meguri megure.)

"Threads of life, weave and intertwine."

生命の輪,再び紡がん.

(Seimei no wa, futatabi tsumugan.)

"Circle of life, spin again."

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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 to watch her get raped.

Just as one of the mutants was about to take off her underwear, a spark of light rushed through. Before the corpses could comprehend what had happened, their heads were severed from their bodies.

Kai beheld his grandmother's head dismember from her body as she quickly turned back to her skeleton form... Dead again.

The protector revealed himself in stunning fashion. His all-white battle attire flexed his rugged, sinew muscles that had been honed to perfection. With a face that only spelt business which complemented his patterned scars on his arms, he got ready to take off again.

"You did this. Are we gonna die, mister?" Kai innocently asked the mystery man.

"No, Kai. Not when I'm around." His smile reassured the young lad. "See you again... soon."

Like a passing comet, he was out of sight. Mr. Nagano picked up his wife and sought to get his family to the safest place possible.

"Who were you talking to, Kai?" Mrs. Nagano's pointed out the bigger picture. She hoped her son wasn't one step closer to mental instability.

"You didn't see him?" Kai inquired.

They shook their heads 'no' in unison.

"He was the one who saved your life... and mine too." He replied. "I have to thank him."

"No!"

It was too late to stop him, he had already rushed off. He was too fast.

"What's the point stopping him? You raised him that way, right?" Mr. Nagano reminded her. "'You should always show your gratitude to whoever does a good deed to you.' Yeah?"

"What are you saying, Hiroshi? There's a freaking zombie apocalypse happening right now! And you're letting him go?" Mrs. Nagano dared to raise her voice to her husband for the first time since their marriage.

"It's not like we can stop him, Akari. He was already long gone." Hiroshi enlightened Akari. "Besides, we have whoever saved you to protect him, right?"

"You think this is some fictional story where there are heroes to save us from villains? This is the real world, honey."

"Where we supposedly get attacked by mummies who have awakened from the dead? As crazy as it sounds, I'm positive things will turn out just fine."

Hiroshi was a man of his beliefs. A sign had come in form of Kai's vision that the people would be saved. He stuck to it, placing his hopes unto the man that saved his wife.

"Y-y-ou lo-ok pr-et-ty," a monster flirted with a young girl.

This ignited a hellish squeal that invited the attention of the saviour.

'The undead coming to life. Granted otherworldly perks... Releases after I sever technique's target's head. This is probably by means of Seance.' The Man speculated within his mind. "Just what are you up to, Yumiko?"

The mysterious man showed no sympathy, chopping off the head of the monster with his right arm in a charged sprint.

"Oh my God, what was that?" The girl screamed, witnessing the quick demise of the monster as it turned back to a skeleton.

"Where are you, Yumiko?"

Sakura Grove became a centre for survival of the fittest. Innocent lives departed from the world one after the other. The hero could only do this much. He switched gears and found a better course of action: to stop killing the puppets and go for the puppet master herself.

But, where was she?

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"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Yumiko's excitement was evident, but short-lived.

"What's your aim, Yumiko?"

"Shujin!" She revealed his name. "What a pleasure!"

"You shouldn't be in here. Aren't you aware of your role as a Daemon?" Shujin inquired.

"Oh, I'm well aware of that."

"Then you should know better than to misuse your powers like this. And, worse of all, on humans?"

"Oh, please. Save it, Shujin. You care more about that sweet little boy than any of the humans. You and I are well aware of that fact." Yumiko hit the nail on the head.

"Stop this, Yumiko. Relinquish your technique, or be prepared to face the consequences."

"Oh I was ready long ago, Shujin. And, know that if you kill me now, my technique wouldn't stop until my heart's last target is eliminated."

"Kai..." Shujin muttered. "You would do no such thing, Yumiko."

"Oh?" She exclaimed. "Watch me!"

Yumiko dashed out of sight. Her sole purpose transitioned. Claiming the life of that which Shujin held dear had its eternal worth to her. Claiming the lives of every human that passed her as a souvenir, she encountered the young lad for the first time.

"Hello, Kai."

"Uh, hey, old lady." Kai responded. "By any chance have you seen a man in a white outfit? I want to thank him for saving my life."

'Impossible... He can see me? He's only human! Unless...'

Her thought process could not be completed. A kick to the medula from behind sent her crashing to the ground.

"What the hell, Shujin!" Yumiko cursed. "You're willing to hurt your kind for this piece of trash?"

"There are things you're unable to understand now, Yumiko. Soon enough you will. Relinquish your technique, and get lost."

Shujin stretched forth his right arm. "Do I need to repeat myself, Yumiko?"

The helpless Daemon got crushed to the ground by an unknown force. Blood splattered all around her, denting the face of Kai.

"Do what you want, Shujin. Until all and sundry are eradicated from Japan, my technique will live on. That's the beauty of my world."

"With pleasure." Shujin readied for another attack.

"Please, don't fight because of me." Kai interrupted.

"Silence!" Yumiko had had enough. A great impulse of energy emanated from her, blasting Kai a great distance from where they were. Kai bled profusely, unconscious and half-dead.

"No!" Shujin exclaimed. "Killing one of my own when they go astray is my duty. You can't force them to change. Their minds are made up already. Sending you to the afterlife is fitting... granting you eternal rest."

"Take me then, great warrior! Show me that eternal rest!" She cackled in the grand facade of her technique's supreme art. An army of the undead emerged from the earth, and Yumiko altered their forms.

Moulding an uzumaki of a blast, she invited Shujin to the gates of hell.

"Esoteric Art..."

The cold, dead words of Shujin caused serenity in Sakura Grove. Conjured from nothingness, azure flames sparked unto reality. Shujin controlled its essence with two fingers of his right arm.

"Convergence!"

Pointing his fingers to the moon, the flames began to converge to form an uzumaki of his own.

"Goodbye, Yumiko." Shujin's final words to Yumiko echoed the fate of death in her ears. "Burn."

In an epic climax, the Daemons unleashed their techniques. The whole of Sakura Grove and all of Tokyo alike were succumbed to the overwhelming, overpowering flames of Shujin. Every transformed corpse turned to ash.

Esoteric Art– he had set the technique to only damage the resultants of the technique and the wielder herself.

Yumiko Kurogawa was defeated, killed by the consequences of her ignorance.

In the aftermath of the confrontation, Shujin sought for Kai. Unbeknownst to him, The remnant of Yumiko's body being her upper body crawled to deliver her final words to the unconscious kid.

"You... you are the cause of my demise! I wish I could complete the process of your death! But, I can grant you something worse than death. Hear me now... the emotion of pain overwhelming my being will be the starting point of your suffering in the journey of life. Kai Nagano... you will know, henceforth, the meaning of true pain!"

The rest of her body sizzled to dust. Shujin soon found his body. Forming a symbol on his forehead, he sealed his memories of the event that had occurred that day. Placing his left palm on his heart, Kai's body glowed white, healing him and restoring him back to full health.

"Goodbye, Kai. See you again..."

He vanished.

"Kai! Kai!" Akari screamed at the top of her lungs as she was united with her son once again.

Hiroshi checked his pulse. Everything seemed to be fine. "He's just unconscious. Let's take him home. This was one heck of a night. He needs some rest."

With Kai on Hiroshi's back, the Nagano family embarked on the journey back home.

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"Hey... can I ask you something?... Have you ever known... true oblivion?"

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"There comes a point when a dream becomes a reality and a reality becomes a dream..."

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••• Ten Years Later •••

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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 an unobstructed view, ensuring that visibility was at its prime for those engaged in the martial dance.

As the spar unfolded, the weather seemed to synchronize with the ebb and flow of the combatants, creating an ideal setting for the disciplined art of battle.

The graceful clashing of blades concluded swiftly, the end results being the student on the ground, lying at the mercy of their master.

'Improved techniques... cooler composure...' their Sensei analyzed within his mind. "You're getting better, Kai. Well done," their Sensei complimented as he gave Kai a knowing smirk.

He had quite the impressive build, being a light-skinned old man. His razor-sharp gray eyes and a hair color mixture of black and white embodied a man of culture and strict discipline.

He adjusted his custom-made traditional gi to pick up his fallen student.

"Thanks, Shujin-sensei, but getting my ass kicked all the time isn't how I pictured myself 'getting better,'" his student replied as he took his hand. "I'll only feel better when I'm finally the one to take you off the ground."

Kai proclaimed confidently as Shujin yanked him up to his feet. His unique set of eyes glared at Shujin with an ever-growing determination to win.

"Oh?" Shujin glazed his own confidence over Kai's, chuckling in amazement. "Very well then."

Grinning provocatively, Shujin pointed at him.

"Say, how about we go for another round? Who knows! You might just get lucky."

Not one to shy away from a challenge, Kai smirked, "This time though- no katanas, no weapons, just you and I in a good old fashioned battle of the strongest."

" Alright then..." Shujin agreed for one last beat down, smiling at the power of his intrusive thoughts. "Just one more thing... be careful what you wish for."

"What can I say? I can't be a better me if I don't raise the bar. It's all part of the process," Kai was hell bent in ensuring Shujin bowed down to him.

"Hmph...." The latter scoffed. "Very well then."

The brief exchange of words caused the students to murmur as they pondered on the bold decision made by Kai.

In the midst of the mild noise, Kai and Shujin gave up their weapons to the two students assigned to retrieve them.

With a calm and confident reserve, Shujin took his stance whilst sending an emotionless gaze to his opponent.

This demonstration commanded a swift silence amongst the students, but, with a face of determination, Kai adopted a stance of his own.

The referee, played by one of the students, called for the session to begin. With no time to waste, Kai charged first while Shujin, who hadn't moved an inch away from his original position, studied his movements carefully.

Kai set the pace with a quickly executed butterfly twist kick to the head of Shujin to which the latter blocked by placing his left arm to deflect the danger.

Shujin flipped over Kai, caught his head and threw him to the air, using him to land. He immediately delivered a 360° kick with the aim of knocking his head off.

Noticing the present predicament, Kai used his arms to push away his opponent's foot. Shujin regrouped with ease and stomped Kai upon landing.

"Leaving your body exposed to an attack. You should have known better," Shujin mocked as he repeatedly stomped on Kai.

"It's just one clumsy move," he explained, groaning. "I thought I had you this time."

"I can't be caught off guar..."

Before completing his statement, Kai, in the attempt of a cheap shot, went for an improved windmill spin. Shujin, scouting the danger, backflipped high up in the air just in time.

'Just as planned,' the former grinned. It was going up Kai in his eyes. 'I'll catch him on landing.'

He kicked up and immediately delivered a 540° kick rightfully predicting that the kick would land on the head of his Sensei. This caused the students to be in immense excitement.

Shujin saw the attack and transitioned into a flash kick mid way to gain control of his hands, allowing him to once again deflect the clever attack scheme of his student.

Kai barely managed to land on his attacking leg while Shujin landed and wasted no time in leg sweeping his challenger down to the ground.

"Had enough yet?" Shujin asked, cracking his neck.

"Not ever," Kai affirmed as he groaned, trying to gain ground.

"You never learn do you? Here..." Shujin questioned as he lent him a hand.

"Take my hand."

An eerie voice echoed in the mind of the young teen. A swift vision followed. Though vague, he could make out a human on the floor and another lending a hand to the former, reminiscing the event occurring between him and Shujin.

Greatly disturbed by the sudden vision, he slapped the hand of Shujin and got up on his own.

"That's what I'm doing, Sensei," Kai said, reading himself for another bout.

"Well unfortunately, the period has come to an end. Class dismissed."

The students sighed as they left one after the other, commenting on the beat down they had witnessed once again.

"Goddammit! For real?" There was no one who was as pissed off as the boy who cried for a battle. "Oh well... I'll get you next time."

"You'll be late for lunch," Shujin pointed out.

"Yeah yeah. See you later."

Kai ran off and waved goodbye to Shujin as the latter smiled.

On the walkway to the cafeteria, Kai thought of battle strategies to finally put Shujin on his toes and mistakenly bumped into his classmate, Yua, whose books fell due to the collision.

This caused yet another brief vision of a similar event that struck the head of Kai. He quickly brushed off the vision to avoid any further nuisance to his memories.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, Yua," Kai apologized as he assisted her to pick up some of the fallen books.

She was always a cool-headed smart teenage girl. She rolled back her black hair and adjusted her skirt as she bent down to pick up the books as well.

"No worries. Thanks- why were you lost in thought though?" she questioned as she collected the fallen books from Kai.

"Oh it's nothing, I was just thinking about..."

A fellow student amusingly appeared right behind Kai to his complete shock.

"Thinking about what?"

"God!" Kai said, startled by his actions. "Akira! Don't do that again," he warned, immediately recognising the familiar face.

"Sorry bro," Akira apologized, laughing heartily. "I just wanted to see your reaction."

Akira invested in the art of innocence. You could tell by the way he could portray a face that cared. It was hard to get angry at the trickstar.

"You've seen it right? So don't do that any more," Kai could only warn him.

Akira laughed harder as they all went to the cafeteria, chatting away.

Seated at the Cafe, Akira started up a conversation.

"So Kai, tell me. I gotta know, WE gotta know... how fun is it getting your butt kicked by Sensei all the time?"

Akira and Yua burst out a loud laughter.

"Hahaha. Real funny," Kai laughed sarcastically. "I'd like to see you last five seconds with Sensei."

"Woah, woah, woah. Hold it right there. At least I didn't implant a fake delusion in my head that I could defeat him," Akira clapped back.

"Yeah, yeah. At least I'm the closest person to ever score a hit on him." He bragged. "Why is he this good though?"

"Umm... I believe he's called a Sensei for a reason," Akira pointed out.

"True, but, no matter how good you are at fighting, you've got to have some sort of weakness, right?" Yua postulated.

"Not in his case. This dude is practically a god..." Kai sighed. "I guess I just have to practice and fight 'til he gives in."

"Well you better get to it. I can't see my best bro getting beat up all the time," Akira concluded, gently slapping his back.

"Yeah yeah. I'll do my best," Kai affirmed.

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Unfortunately, my best wasn't enough. Day by day, week in and week out, I try and try but I can't, I just can't figure it out... his weakness. Is there possibly a way to take him down?

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