[The air shifts—not with wind, but with pressure. Heat crawls across the room, subtle at first, then suffocating. Angel’s breath catches as a presence she knows far too well presses down on her instincts, heavy and malignant.]
Angel (whispering, tense):
“No… it’s him.”
[Before Angel can react, the pressure detonates—BOOM!!
A violent shockwave slams into the room, the floor buckling as if struck by a giant’s fist. The red door behind them explodes inward, and Hajime is hurled through it like a broken projectile.]
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
[He punches through three solid walls in rapid succession before crashing to the ground in a crumpled heap directly in front of Daka, Rizra, and Duella, debris raining down around him.]
Angel (shocked, calling out):
“Hajime!!”
[Hajime groans, his fingers scraping uselessly against the floor as he tries to push himself up. His eyes are wide, unfocused, burning with pain. Blood spills from his mouth as he coughs violently, his entire body trembling from the impact.]
[Daka and Rizra rush to his side instantly.]
Daka (serious, kneeling beside him):
“Hajime! Are you alright?!”
Rizra (grabbing his shoulder, shaking him slightly):
“Damn it—get up, Hajime! We need you!”
[Hajime coughs again, darker blood splattering the ground. His vision flickers, the world pulsing in and out as his body struggles to respond.]
Hajime (weakly, forcing a smirk):
“…Tch. Guess I’m not… invincible after all…”
[He stares up at the cracked ceiling, chest heaving. His body shakes uncontrollably—but his eyes sharpen, fury igniting behind them.]
Hajime (growling, barely a whisper):
“…I’m going to kill him.”
[Duella stands several steps back, arms crossed, expression unreadable. His voice is calm, cold—but not dismissive.]
Duella (calmly):
“You need to recover first, Hajime. You’re in no condition to fight.”
[Hajime grits his teeth, pain screaming through his nerves.]
Hajime (snarling):
“I don’t care!”
[Daka grabs him, trying to steady him as Hajime forces himself upright.]
Daka (urgently):
“Stop being an idiot! You won’t win like this! We need to—”
[Hajime’s gaze locks onto Streetka.
Everything else fades.
The pain.
The voices.
The fear.
The air tightens, compressing as if reality itself is bracing. Even the dust stops moving.]
[In the blink of an eye—Hajime vanishes. A line of blue flame rips through the space he occupied, scorching the floor behind him.]
Daka (eyes wide with shock):
“W-What the hell?!”
Rizra (staring, breath stolen):
“Did he just—?!”
Duella (narrowing his eyes, impressed):
“…He’s faster than I thought.”
[Hajime reappears directly in front of Streetka, the ground beneath his feet shattering from the sudden force of his arrival. Blue Flame Magic surges violently into his legs, roaring like jet engines.]
[He unleashes Blue Flame Magic: Jet Crossover—speed and destruction fused into one.]
[Hajime drives forward, his body engulfed in an inferno of blue fire, the heat warping the air itself.]
Hajime (snarling mid-attack):
“This is for every damn thing you’ve done.”
[The impact is catastrophic.
Streetka is lifted clean off his feet, blood exploding from his mouth as he’s slammed into the wall behind him, carving a massive crater. Flames crawl violently across the impact zone as the structure screams under the force.]
Streetka (gasping, teeth clenched):
“You… bastard!”
[Hajime lands smoothly, blue embers clinging to his body before fading. He turns slightly—just enough to address the others without looking away.]
Hajime (panting, voice cold):
“Stay back. This time, he dies.”
[Angel watches from a distance, stunned by the sheer ferocity.]
Angel (quietly, to herself):
“…He’s unstoppable when he gets like this.”
[Streetka staggers to his feet, blood dripping from his mouth, clothes shredded. His eyes burn with murderous delight.]
Streetka (snarling):
“You think you can end me that easily? You’ll regret that.”
[The tension thickens, the air vibrating as both prepare to clash again.]
[Daka and Rizra, injured and unsteady, move cautiously. Duella alone stands firm, eyes never leaving Hajime.]
Daka (grimacing):
“He’s really losing it this time…”
Rizra (struggling to breathe):
“We need to stop him before he goes too far…”
[Duella’s hand rests near his sword.]
Duella (steady):
“Stay behind me. If this goes wrong, I’ll step in.”
[Streetka cracks his neck, blood still dripping, grin widening.]
Streetka:
“You think you’ve won? I’m just getting started!”
Hajime (barely above a whisper):
“Shut up… I’m finishing this now.”
[He lunges again—blue flames erupting violently.]
[Streetka meets him head-on. Their collision sends a shockwave tearing through the area.]
[Duella watches closely, sensing the darkness flicker behind Hajime’s eyes.]
Duella (under his breath):
“…Too far gone.”
[Streetka laughs through blood.]
Streetka:
“You’ll regret this, Hajime!”
[Hajime doesn’t respond. His aura darkens. His speed increases.]
[Daka clenches his fists.]
Daka:
“We can’t just watch this!”
Rizra:
“Duella—should we step in?!”
Duella:
“No. Not yet.”
[Streetka grabs Hajime’s arm, grip crushing.]
Streetka (sneering):
“You burn bright—but you’re still weak.”
[Hajime rips free, flames spiraling violently.]
Hajime:
“I’m done listening.”
[He draws back for the killing blow—]
[Steel flashes.]
Duella appears between them, knocking Hajime’s strike aside with surgical precision.]
Duella (commanding):
“Enough.”
Hajime (furious):
“I was this close!”
Duella:
“You were losing yourself.”
[Hajime exhales sharply, forcing control.]
[The ground rumbles.
Blue flames at Hajime’s feet shift—golden… then deep orange.]
Hajime (calm, dangerous):
“…Phoenix.”
[A warm blaze erupts. Phoenix emerges, circling him.]
Phoenix (grinning):
“You sure about this?”
Hajime (smiling faintly):
“…Let’s try.”
Both:
“Armor Charge.”
[Phoenix dives into Hajime—BOOM!
Golden-orange fire explodes outward, the wind screaming.]
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[From the smoke—]
[A silhouette.
Half-formed armor of flame.
A single blazing wing.
Eyes burning molten orange.]
Hajime (voice deeper):
“…Nah. This is different.”
Hajime:
“This is Armor Charge.”
[Angel stares, breathless.]
Angel:
“…What is that?”
Duella (serious):
“A covenant.”
[The fire crackles.
Streetka grins.
The next clash looms.]
[No one steps in.]
Streetka(cracking his neck with a twisted smile):
“Heh… let’s begin—”
Hajime(cutting him off, eyes glowing orange):
“Too late.”
[In a blinding instant, Hajime vanishes and reappears in front of Streetka, slamming a devastating punch into his gut. The impact cracks the ground, and Streetka is launched backward, smashing through a wall.]
Rizra(jaw dropping):
“—Wha—!? He didn’t even give him a second!”
[Before Streetka can react, Hajime is already there again, fists glowing with embers, armor flaring. He unleashes a brutal combo—left hook, rising knee, spinning kick—each hit sending Streetka deeper and deeper through layers of rubble.]
Angel(eyes wide):
“Hajime’s… …”
[Streetka finally catches himself mid-air, coughing blood, but Hajime’s voice rips through the chaos.]
Hajime(roaring):
“”
[He thrusts both arms forward, and a colossal torrent of fire erupts—blue flames at the center, edged with roaring red and gold. The inferno tears through the broken walls and slams into Streetka with explosive force, lighting up the entire base like a miniature sun.]
Daka(shielding his eyes):
“That’s not just Blue Flame Magic… that’s rage mixed with technique.”
Duella(watching intently, serious tone):
“He’s evolving… in the middle of the fight.”
[Smoke and molten stone cloud the battlefield, heat waves warping the air. And standing through it all—Hajime, panting lightly, armor glowing, eyes still locked on the inferno.]
[The heat hasn’t even faded yet when Hajime's feet slam against the ground, eyes narrowing as he scans the smoke.]
Hajime(low, tense):
“…He’s still there.”
[He spreads his stance, holding one hand forward, palm open, as a massive spiral of blue fire and energy begins to condense. The air trembles, sparks shooting around him like lightning as he begins to chant with a wild grin.]
Hajime
“”
[His voice echoes with force.]
Hajime(louder, charging magic furiously):
“!”
[Suddenly, from the fire, Streetka bursts out—his body cracked, bloody, but still alive and launching toward Hajime with a crazed roar.]
Streetka
“”
Hajime(eyes glowing, slamming his arm forward):
“”
[From Hajime’s palm, a colossal beam of concentrated flame and energy—shaped like a spiraling dragon’s head—roars out with deafening power. It engulfs Streetka mid-charge, his expression twisting in shock.]
Streetka
“Wha—GRAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”
[The beam explodes on impact, vaporizing everything in its path. Streetka is hurled through layers of reinforced walls, the area behind him turning into a smoking wasteland. Dust and fire swirl like a storm.]
Angel(in awe):
“That… that wasn’t a magic attack. That was war…”
Daka(jaw clenched):
“Dragon Gun… Hajime’s pulling out techniques we’ve never even seen before.”
Duella(calmly nodding, arms crossed):
“…And he’s not done yet.”
[The battlefield falls silent, the roar of the Dragon Gun fading into distant echoes. Hajime stands tall, his armored form dimly glowing—waiting to see if Streetka will rise again.]
[The smoke clears. Hajime’s glowing orange wing dims slightly as he lowers his arm, breathing hard. Then—his eyes shift. The orange fades… replaced by a bright cyan glow.]
Angel :
“Hajime… your eyes…”
[Hajime closes them for a moment, whispering under his breath as the wind swirls around him.]
Hajime :
“…Sensing Form… taught by Ray… activate.”
[Everything slows for him. He breathes deeply—then opens his glowing cyan eyes. The battlefield becomes a wave of energy signatures. Faint auras, flames, the magic residue… Hajime filters through it all. Searching.]
Hajime :
“No movement… no aura… nothing. That blast really—”
[Suddenly, a flash. Just one flicker. Too close—]
Streetka :
“”
[Before Hajime can turn, a jagged blade pierces through his chest. His eyes widen in shock, blood flying from his mouth. Streetka stands behind him, body torn, burned—but alive. And smiling like a devil.]
Streetka :
“Didn’t I tell you? I’m a monster.”
[Streetka flings Hajime into the air like a broken doll. Hajime’s body slams through the rubble, crashing into a collapsed wall. Dust shoots out in waves.]
Angel :
“HAJIME!!!”
Daka :
“Hajime—he got stabbed… straight through!”
Duella :
“…He’s not down. He better not be.”
[Silence fills the battlefield again. Blood trails in the dirt. But Hajime’s cyan eyes flicker… still open.]
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[Daka squints toward the battlefield, watching as Streetka’s silhouette shifts in the smoke. The once humanoid outline starts warping—twisting.]
Daka(narrowing his eyes):
“…What the hell is he doing now?”
[Streetka begins to grow. His arms stretch unnaturally, veins bulging, and his skin darkens at the edges. His fingernails lengthen into jagged claws. His crimson hair wildens as his pupils slit into thin red lines, fangs glinting under his twisted smirk. Markings—jagged, monstrous black streaks—crawl across his face.]
Angel(terrified):
“His face… it’s changing…”
[Streetka grabs the collar of his shirt and rips it off, revealing a grotesquely muscular torso now covered in markings. His voice deepens, filled with bloodlust.]
Streetka(growling):
“You wanna see a monster…? Then ”
[He tosses Hajime’s blood off his claw with a flick.]
[On the ground, Hajime groans as his wound begins stitching itself. Muscle rethreads, bone reconnects, and skin slowly re-forms. His chest rises and falls heavily. He gets up slowly, clutching where the blade pierced him, eyes serious.]
Hajime(low, to himself):
“…Damn regeneration… it's saving me, but barely. I can’t keep taking hits like that…”
[He breathes hard, then looks up at Streetka, who now towers with demonic strength. Hajime wipes blood from his lip, his cyan eyes flashing orange for a second.]
Hajime(smirking, despite the pain):
“You really went monster mode, huh? …Good. I was getting bored.”
[Streetka chuckles darkly, the ground trembling with each step he takes.]
Streetka
“Don’t worry… this next hit? You get back up from it.”
[The two stand, powered up, facing off—flames and dark energy dancing around them. The next clash is seconds away.] [As Hajime and Streetka collide midair, sparks and shockwaves explode from their fists. Each blow sends ripples of pressure through the area, shaking the ground beneath Duella, Daka, Rizra, Angel—and the mysterious boy Angel freed from the crystal earlier.]
[The boy stretches, cracking his neck as a calm, smug smirk rests on his face.]
Angel(tilting her head):
“Okay… hold on. Who even you?”
Daka(eyeing the boy’s white and cyan hair):
“…Never seen you before. You from the base?”
[The boy strikes a cool pose, arms crossed and chin tilted slightly upward.]
Rei
“The name’s Rei. I’m dead, y’know. Like, skeleton dead.”
Angel(squinting, frustrated):
“…You look for a skeleton.”
Rei(nonchalantly):
“Yeah, yeah. When you die, you rot, then bones, then poof—nothing. Basic decomposition.”
Angel(yelling, arms flailing):
“We that! That’s not the issue!! My is—how
are you alive if you’re supposed to be dead!?”
Rei(yawning, waving a hand lazily):
“Apparently that asshole—Streetka—revived me. Used me for experiments. I was half-dead, half-broken… Now I’m basically a walking corpse with a heartbeat. That’s why I say I’m a skeleton. Not for fun. For facts.”
[Angel looks both disturbed and annoyed. Daka’s expression sharpens.]
Daka(low, serious):
“So… you’re a result of his twisted experiments…”
Rei(shrugging):
“More or less. Don’t worry—I’m not on his side. I’d love to punch that bastard just like your boy’s doing.”
[They all look back to the battlefield as Hajime and Streetka clash again, the storm of fire and monstrous aura growing more intense with every strike.]
[The wind from the ongoing battle howls behind them as Rei dusts himself off. His playful demeanor turns oddly serious as he steps toward the brown-haired girl — Rizra — not yet knowing her name.]
Rei(with mock gravity, placing a hand on his chest):
“…Hey. Brown-haired girl.”
Rizra(raising an eyebrow):
“…What?”
Rei(in a totally serious voice):
“…Can I please touch your boobs?”
[Silence. Just the wind. Angel’s jaw drops. Daka squints like he misheard. Rizra doesn’t blink.]
Rizra(calmly walks forward, deadpan):
“…You have five seconds to run.”
Rei(grinning):
“Totally worth it—”
[]
[Rizra's fist CRASHES into Rei’s face, sending him flying backward into a stone pillar with a loud His body flops to the ground, twitching.]
Angel(screaming):
“WE JUST WOKE YOU UP AND YOU’RE ALREADY BEING A MENACE!?”
Daka(facepalming):
“…This man’s brain actually decomposed too.”
Rei(groaning in the dirt):
“…Can’t blame a skeleton for trying…”
[Rei's body still half-buried in the rubble from Rizra’s punch, he slowly sits up, rubbing his head with a goofy grin. His bones make an audible as he moves.]
Rei(grinning despite the pain):
“Ow… Jeez, brown-haired girl’s got a right hook… broke more bones than my resurrection did. And that’s saying something, cause I’m already dead!”
Angel(groaning):
“Rei, seriously! Can you not go five minutes without being a walking meme?”
Rei(laughing as he dusts off his arms):
“Technically, I’m a walking but I’ll take meme too.”
Daka(arms crossed, frowning deeply):
“…What the hell is wrong with you?”
Rei(tilting his head):
“Huh?”
Daka(clearly annoyed):
“I thought you’d be some tragic, silent type. Like... emotionally broken or at least a little emo. But you're over here making dad jokes like you didn’t just tell us you were a literal corpse made from experiments.”
Rei(shrugging with a smirk):
“Sorry to disappoint, but if I let the trauma do all the talking, I’d be dust by now. Humor’s cheaper than therapy, and dead people don’t get health insurance.”
Rizra(under her breath):
“Maybe you be emo…”
Angel(to Daka):
“He’s like... if a haunted house had stand-up comedy nights.”
Daka(sighing hard):
“Great. We just got ourselves a sarcastic, bone-headed jester.”
Rei(winking):
“Hey, jester’s better than monster bait.”
[Behind them, the battle rages as Hajime and Streetka clash with godly force—but now, a skeleton with attitude is officially in the party.]
[The battlefield trembles with every strike—blinding flashes of blue flame collide with the monstrous fury of Streetka. Smoke and scorched ground swirl around them.]
Hajime(hovering slightly, breathing heavy, one eye twitching as sweat rolls down his cheek):
“Tch… damn it… my body’s slowing down…”
[His orange eyes flicker, the half-formed armor around him glitching in and out. His chest rises and falls rapidly, lips slightly parted as blood drips from the corner of his mouth.]
Hajime(thinking):
Phoenix(in his head, serious):
“Less than five minutes at most. Your body’s not ready for full Spirit Unison. You’ll collapse.”
[Hajime clenches his fists tighter, flames bursting around him again.]
Hajime(gritting teeth):
“I can’t collapse now… not when Sockoo’s waiting.”
[In the distance, Streetka walks forward from the rubble of Hajime’s last attack. His claws gleam, his monster marks glowing. His mouth twisted in a sinister grin.]
Streetka(mocking tone):
“What’s wrong, Hajime? Tired already? I thought this was your ‘new power.’ Looks like the monster blood in my veins runs deeper than yours ever will.”
[Hajime’s eyes burn with defiance, but his knees buckle slightly. Daka, Rizra, and Duella watching closely.]
Duella(serious, to himself):
“He’s close to burning out…”
Daka(tense):
“Should we—?”
Duella(cutting him off):
“No. Let him fight. He still has something left… and that’s not a look of defeat.”
[The wind shifts as Hajime slowly stands upright again, blue flames slowly gathering in his palms.]
Hajime(smirking weakly):
“Still got enough… to kick your psychotic ass.”
[The battle’s far from over—but Hajime’s time is running short.]
Hajime’s Armor Charge turned the battlefield into a warzone, his power erupting in ways even his allies had never seen. Dragon Gun scorched the earth, Streetka revealed his true monstrous form, and death brushed Hajime closer than ever before. Yet even impaled, even breaking down, Hajime stood back up—driven by stubborn will, guilt, and the promise of someone waiting for him to come back alive.
Phoenix warns the clock is ticking. The armor flickers. Hajime’s body is reaching its limit.
This fight won’t end because one side is stronger—
It will end because one side refuses to fall.
