The Disowned One - Great Encounter Battle Arc

Wisteria looked on from the side of the arena. She was almost too scared. Hiroshi had completely changed. His tone was darker, the contortions of his face had an evil malice to it, and his power had almost increased by over one hundred thousand times. It was like he wasn’t the same person as he was before.

That’s because he was a different person.

Kuro-Yami had complete control over Hiroshi’s body. It was just as scary as Hiroshi imagined. Being inside the inner conscious of his own body, his mind started racing full of hundreds of different questions. His mind was eating away at him.

“Kuro-Yami being a God…why didn’t he tell me? Is he truly immortal? Was he good friends with Tomokazu’s father? The Disowned one? Has he always lied to me?” Hiroshi thought to himself, still inside his own mind. It was a dark place. It felt like something was hiding in the darkness, tempted to swallow him whole. It was making Hiroshi go insane. He needed more answers, but this was way too painful.

Was everything in this world a lie from the start?

With a desperate cry, Tomokazu launched forward, slashing Kuro-Yami’s body perfectly down the middle with his blade. Tomokazu took a deep breath, expecting to look up and see Kuro-Yami dead and defeated.

There wasn’t a single scratch on him. The God of Darkness laughed to himself. He knew that he had won, so much so that he didn’t even waste his energy dodging. He levitated off the ground, lifting above Tomokazu, asserting his position over him as the winner of this fight. Tomokazu gagged on his own breath. The smell of smoke was unbearable to deal with.

“As long as darkness in this world exists, I can’t be defeated!” Kuro-Yami giggled to himself. He pointed his open palm at Tomokazu. His darkness shot out of him and grabbed Tomokazu around his waist. Tomokazu yelped in terror as the darkness gripped him tightly. He gasped for air as he began to feel his lungs tightening. Kuro-Yami used his hand of darkness to slam Tomokazu off the concrete floor of the arena over and over again. The God of Darkness was ruthless to him. There was no sympathy in his soul for the young man at all.

“P-Please, I beg you, don’t kill me,” he grunted out, as he started to lose consciousness.

“So, you were abusing Hiroshi, telling him to beg you for mercy, and as soon as I show up, now you’re asking for it? Isn’t that ironic?” he smirked, bringing Tomokazu’s limp body closely to him with his hand of the darkness. “You are going to have a slow and painful death!”

Tomokazu was losing air quickly. He struggled to fight back. There would be no point. He would be immediately crushed and defeated again. A gush of blood came from his mouth once more. It was at that moment Tomokazu realized how powerful the Gods really were. The power gap was simply too vast.

He was going to die here.

Just before Tomokazu was about to lose consciousness, a massive ball of fire landed on Kuro-Yami’s cheek. It exploded, causing the hand of darkness to cry out and release its grip. Tomokazu fell to the floor, clutching his throat. He looked up to see who had saved him.

Bibi.

“I-Incredible! In a twisted turn of events, Bibi had come back and protected her rival!” Alexander announced to the crowd that was no longer in the arena.

Bibi had recovered from her earlier injuries received by Tomokazu in record time. Bandages covered her whole body, but her mechanisms still worked perfectly. Her palm faced Kuro-Yami, and the buzzers on her hands had done enough to distract the God of Darkness.

“Run, you idiot! Don’t just sit there!” she screamed at Tomokazu. Although still confused, he ran over to Bibi, and they regrouped with Wisteria.

“But…why did you save me?” Tomokazu asked Bibi, riddled with confusion. “I beat you up pretty good.”

“I wasn’t trying to save you. I wanted to thank Hiroshi for saving me against your ruthless attack on me earlier. Whether you got hurt or not in my attack didn’t matter to me. That…that is not Hiroshi. He has similar features, but he seems…dead inside,” she stated coldly. “What happened to him?”

Kuro-Yami smirked to himself once more. After all those years, he couldn’t believe that he was free. His thoughts of the past and freedom didn’t last long, as he looked up into the stands, and saw the one man he didn’t want to see.

“Zetsubo…The God of Hope…have you dropped that façade yet, or are you still prancing around Lodestown playing the hero?”

The man from the crowd took off his fedora and slowly glided down to where Kuro-Yami was flying. The man looked like a carbon copy of Tomokazu. The same short brown hair and hazelnut brown eyes accompanied a straggly, full brown beard. However, there was no glint in his eyes, nor was there a hint of a smile.

Just pure hatred.

“You escaped…May I ask how?” he asked his old enemy coldly. Kuro-Yami chortled to himself. He was having too much fun.

"I never told you my hidden power of being able to take over a host's body! Let's just say, I made a very good friend," he admitted, gritting his teeth.

 Tomokazu gained a big goofy smile and ran over to his father. 

“Thank you so much, father! Did you see me fighting! Did you?!” he yelped in excitement. Zetsubo faced his son, as cold as ice.

“I did. I also seen you groveling like a loser. Did you skip out on your training? You made me look like a complete fool!”

“I-I am sorry father,” Tomokazu looked down at the floor, wishing the world would swallow him whole. “I would never…”

Wisteria and Bibi looked at each other. For a man who loved his father, they didn't seem to have a good bond at all.

“Just shut up. You would be a liability in this fight anyway…besides…there’s the rest of them now. I don’t need help from you,” Zetsubo stated, pointing out at the skyline. Wisteria, Tomokazu and Bibi looked out. They could see seven figures, making their way very promptly towards the arena, flying at almost the speed of sound.

The other seven Gods were about to arrive.