Hiroshi Vs Akuma, The Ice Tyrant

The air trembled. Frost crept across the floor, whispering against the pillars of ice that surrounded the arena.

Hiroshi lowered his center of gravity, taking his stance on the slick, frozen floor. His breath misted in the cold air. Beneath his boots, the translucent ice shimmered with trapped light — a mirror of the storm about to unfold.

Akuma’s eyes gleamed. “ICICLE CRASH!”

The ground shattered with a deafening crack. Ten jagged chunks of ice tore free from the floor, rising into the air as if drawn by invisible threads.

Akuma waved his fingers, each motion sharp and deliberate — the chunks carved themselves into perfect, glinting spears.

The icicles rushed at Hiroshi in full speed.

Hiroshi’s eyes widened. He jumped back, boots sliding across the glassy surface as the icicles shot forward in a deadly storm. Each one missed him by inches, shattering into razor fragments that clattered across the icy floor.

He landed hard, panting, and pulled out the Varkox meter Shinzo had given him. The screen flickered — and what he saw made his blood run cold.

“325K!?” he breathed, his voice trembling. “He must be in the ‘α’ Grade of the Tyrants!”

Akuma smirked. “ICICLE CRASH!”

Once more, spears of ice launched forward. The frozen walls trembled with each impact. Hiroshi darted side to side, his movements sharp, barely avoiding the deadly barrage.

“Why do you run, you coward!” Akuma snarled, his voice echoing across the frozen dome. His hand shot upward. “FROZEN BOULDERS!"

The arena itself responded. From above, a massive boulder of pure ice materialized, gleaming with blue light. Akuma hurled it down toward Hiroshi with a roar that shook the ceiling.

Hiroshi’s eyes flared. “INFERNAL SLASHES!”

He crossed his daggers, slashing through the air — arcs of blazing fire carved forward, colliding with the boulder midair. The explosion of heat and frost split the air apart, the ice bursting into glittering shards that rained down like frozen stars. Steam hissed where fire met cold.

But Akuma wasn’t done. “ICICLE CRASH!”

Again, a dozen deadly icicles formed and fired forward in unison.

Hiroshi’s grip tightened on his daggers. “FLAMING SLASH ‘N DASH!”

He surged forward, heat flaring from his blades. The air around him shimmered, distorting from the sudden temperature shift. He slashed through the first wave — sparks and shards burst in every direction.

Another step, another strike — every icicle that came his way was cut down or deflected in a brilliant flurry of fire and ice.

The ground steamed beneath his feet. Cracks spidered across the once-perfect ice floor.

And as the two warriors faced each other through the haze of smoke and frost, the entire arena groaned under the pressure of their power.

Hiroshi narrowed his eyes as Akuma’s grin widened, the cold aura of the icy arena radiating off him like a living storm.

“I see… You are fond of your daggers,” Akuma said, his voice slicing through the tense silence like a shard of ice.

Before Hiroshi could react, Akuma drew a sword from his back. It gleamed with a deadly, frozen brilliance, hand-carved to perfection, a true masterpiece of ice, sharp enough to rend even steel. “My Sword! Purely hand-carved from ice! A collectible piece! Sturdy enough for the most intense battles! Let’s see how you fare against it.”

The Tyrant didn’t wait. He lunged forward with terrifying speed, his sword slicing through the air with a metallic chime that made the ice pillars around them tremble. Hiroshi’s instincts kicked in, daggers raised, ready for close combat.

The moment their weapons met, a shockwave of energy erupted, sparks flying in orange and icy-blue bursts, the sound of metal clashing against ice so loud it echoed throughout the arena. Their strikes were chaotic at first, random, uncoordinated, but slowly, each clash began to sync—a deadly rhythm forming in the air.

Hiroshi slashed, Akuma parried. Akuma struck, Hiroshi countered. Sparks rained like falling stars, the ice floor beneath them cracking under the sheer force of their movements. The sound of every blow was deafening, louder than bullets, louder than a cannon blast, reverberating off the ice pillars, shaking the very air.

Akuma leaped back, retreating just enough to circle Hiroshi, his icy eyes glinting. Hiroshi cocked his head, trying to anticipate the next move.

“AVALANCHE!” Akuma roared, thrusting his sword forward. The very ceiling of the arena seemed to collapse as a massive wave of snow and ice cascaded toward Hiroshi. He barely jumped in time, vaulting through the avalanche, flames licking around him as the icy torrent thundered past.

Mid-air, before he could regain his balance, a volley of icicles shot toward him like missiles. “ICICLE CRASH!” Akuma’s voice thundered across the arena.

“BLAZING TORNADO!” Hiroshi countered, spinning in a furious whirl of fire.

A cyclone of flame erupted around him, deflecting the deadly icicles.

One of the rogue spikes slammed into a nearby pillar, shattering the crystal suspended between its icy supports. The piercing sound of breaking ice echoed like a gunshot. Akuma let out a sharp groan of pain, his icy aura momentarily flickering.

“You brat! Die!” he hissed, the veins of the arena itself vibrating with his fury.

“POLAR STORM!”

Akuma swung his sword horizontally, releasing a tempest of frigid wind. The arena became a frozen hurricane, each gust stronger than the last, ice shards whipped through the air like deadly darts, the temperature dropping so quickly that Hiroshi could see his own breath mist in thick clouds. The chill gnawed at his muscles, slowing him, testing his resolve.

Hiroshi’s eyes scanned the arena, heart hammering. “He… he felt pain when I broke that crystal,” he realized. His mind raced. “Just like Riyaku’s weakness was his blood… Akuma’s weakness… must be those crystals!”

The Polar Storm's wind screamed louder, carrying the weight of Akuma’s fury, forcing Hiroshi to dig his heels into the ice floor to maintain balance. Every step was a struggle, every movement a battle against the freezing gale.

Sparks from their weapons collided with shards of flying ice, casting eerie orange and blue lights across the crystalline walls.

Shivering but focused, Hiroshi tightened his grip on his daggers, letting his fire surge within him, igniting a faint aura that danced around his limbs. The battle had only just begun, but already the arena itself seemed alive—reacting, resisting, threatening to collapse under the storm of their powers.

He clenched his teeth, eyes locking onto Akuma’s form, and thought ”I’ll find a way through this… and I will break you.”

Hiroshi’s body trembled, his breath misting in the frigid air. “FLAME COMET!” he roared, and a blazing comet the size of a small boulder formed above his daggers.

Heat flared, a scorching contrast to the chilly winds that howled across the arena. He hurled it forward, and the Polar Storm that had tormented him moments ago abruptly ceased, giving him a brief but precious moment of clarity.

Akuma’s eyes narrowed. “FROZEN BOULDER!” he bellowed, summoning a massive spherical chunk of ice right above him. The boulder tumbled toward Hiroshi like a falling mountain.

Hiroshi didn’t hesitate. “FLAMING SLASH ‘N DASH!” Flames erupted along his blades as he sprinted toward an ice crystal nearby.

With a single, precise slash, the crystal shattered, sending shards scattering like glassy stars.

Akuma staggered, a low groan of pain escaping his lips. “This brat… knows my weakness? How?!” His eyes blazed with fury. “I… cannot let him destroy the Crystals!”

“ABSOLUTE ZERO!” he shouted.

Akuma stabbed his sword into the frozen ground. Ice crackled, sending deep fissures across the arena floor.

The temperature plummeted at an impossible rate, and a wave of frigid energy shot toward Hiroshi’s legs. The cold wrapped around him like shackles, freezing the ground and the air itself. In moments, he was encased in solid ice, his body unable to move.

Akuma’s laughter echoed, chilling even the pillars of the arena. “Now, you will freeze to death! The temperature in this zone has dropped to 0 Kelvin — negative 273 degrees Celsius! Absolute Zero!” He threw back his head, laughing like a tyrant possessed. “Here, all subatomic particles stop moving! Nothing can escape this cold!”

Hiroshi’s eyes remained closed, trapped in crystalline ice — but then, a beam of radiant light erupted from the pendant around his neck. The red mark on his left hand flared violently, glowing hotter than ever.

Akuma’s eyes widened, shock breaking through his fury. “What?!”

The pendant radiated heat, melting the ice that bound Hiroshi, freeing him instantly. Flames surged along his daggers, intensified by the mark on his hand, heat twisting the air in visible waves.

“Huh…?” Hiroshi thought, confusion and awe mingling in his mind. “This pendant… it saved me. And this mark… it’s amplifying my flames…”

Akuma’s roar split the air. “WHY WON’T YOU JUST DIE?!”

“FREEZING RAY!”

He extended his sword, a beam of icy energy shooting out like a lethal spear. Hiroshi twisted his body, dashing across the ice floor to evade the deadly ray. The ground beneath its path froze even further, a brittle, crystalline maze of frost. Akuma adjusted the beam constantly, forcing Hiroshi to keep moving or be trapped.

“FIRE BLAST!” Hiroshi cried. He thrust his daggers outward, forming an X-shaped cross of fire that streaked toward Akuma. The flames barely missed, but their heat forced the Tyrant to flinch, halting the Freezing Ray midstream.

“Hah! You missed!” Akuma mocked, but a sharp, crystalline shattering rang from behind him. Two of his precious crystals had been destroyed simultaneously by Hiroshi’s attack.

A smirk spread across Hiroshi’s face. “Three birds, one stone. Stopped your attack… and destroyed two crystals. That makes four broken, six left.”

Akuma groaned, clutching his chest, pain contorting his face. “I… won’t spare you!”

“AVALANCHE!” he bellowed, sending a wave of snow and ice cascading from the arena ceiling.

Hiroshi leaped into the air, the ground beneath him shattering with each explosive step. “SCORCHING DOWNFALL!”

Flames erupted from his daggers in hundreds of blazing embers, raining down on the remaining crystals. Three more shattered in a single, magnificent strike.

Akuma collapsed to the ground, clutching at his chest, groaning under the assault. The arena seemed to tremble in sympathy with his agony.

Hiroshi landed lightly, breathing hard but grinning, heat rolling off his daggers. “Yes! Three down… three more to go. Hope Shinzo’s doing fine…”

[Meanwhile, at the Ice Castle]

Shinzo stood amidst a courtyard littered with frozen rubble and writhing golems tangled in nets of enchanted steel. Frost clung to his gloves, but his grin was wide, confident.

“So easy!” he laughed, tightening one last knot with a flick of his wrist. “I wonder why Hiroshi even gave me this job. These things can’t even scratch me—”

The ground trembled.

A low, thunderous rumble rolled through the castle walls, rattling the chandeliers of icicles that hung above him.

“Huh?” Shinzo muttered, frowning.

The ice golems that had been thrashing moments ago suddenly went limp, their bodies softening—melting—until all that remained were puddles of slushy snow.

“What the hell?!” he shouted, stepping back.

The snow rippled, moving like something alive. The puddles began to merge, their icy fragments coalescing into a vast shape. A single leg formed first—massive, sculpted from compacted snow and shimmering frost. Then another. The ground cracked beneath the growing weight.

Shinzo’s eyes widened as an enormous torso rose before him, then two colossal arms, thick as castle towers. Finally, a monstrous head emerged—its eyes glowing blue , its mouth etched in jagged fangs of ice.

A super giant golem—no, something far worse—stood towering above the entire castle. Its roar echoed through every corridor, shaking loose centuries of icicles from the ceiling.

Shinzo braced himself, a gun in his hand, glowing slightly white. “You’ve gotta be kidding me—”

Before he could react, the giant’s shadow fell upon him. With a deafening crash, the massive creature dropped forward, its enormous weight crushing the courtyard.

Shinzo barely had time to raise his arms in defense before the avalanche of snow and ice engulfed him, pressing down with suffocating force. He gasped for breath, his vision dimming.

“Wh—what is this…?!” he choked, struggling against the crushing mass. His movements slowed, body pinned beneath tons of freezing snow. “Please… Hiroshi… make it quick… or I’ll die here…”

The golem’s roar echoed again, shaking the ice castle to its very core.

[At Akuma’s Arena]

The air was thick with frost and steam. Akuma’s labored breaths echoed through the frozen dome, his once-menacing aura now fractured, unstable. 

Hiroshi stood tall, eyes locked on the remaining ice crystals gleaming faintly across the arena. “He’s weak,” he muttered, voice steady. “If I move fast, I can destroy the rest of the crystals before he recovers.”

"ENGULFING FLAMES!"

He dashed forward, daggers blazing with flame, the heat leaving streaks of light across the ground. As he reached the nearest pillar, he drew back his arm and plunged both blades toward the crystal.

But before his strike could land, a sudden whump echoed through the air—

A new layer of frost erupted around the crystal, thicker, denser, shining like a mirror of diamond ice.

“What…?” Hiroshi gasped, pressing harder. Sparks flew where fire met the reinforced shell, but the daggers barely scratched it. “Why can’t my blades cut through this?!”

Then came the sound—deep, raw, and primal.

The crackling of ice, louder than before, reverberated through the entire dome.

Hiroshi froze, eyes darting toward the sound.

Akuma, still on one knee, was pulling the arena’s ice toward himself. Frost crawled across his skin like living veins, the shards and pillars of the arena trembling as if obeying a command older than life itself. His body swelled with unnatural energy, the ice crawling over him, fusing, shaping, transforming.

Akuma’s voice came low at first—a rasping laugh through clenched teeth. “You might’ve seen older, weaker Tyrants…” His voice deepened, echoing through the frozen walls. “But you’ve never faced what we, the new generation, have become!”

The ice engulfed his arms, then his torso. His face distorted into something monstrous, his aura expanding until the very air screamed in resistance.

“This is…” Akuma raised his head, his eyes glowing with blinding cyan light.

“MY—FINAL—FORM…”

“...YETI!”

The ground shattered as his body completed its metamorphosis. Towering, hulking, covered in layered frost and jagged icicles, Akuma’s new form radiated a killing cold. His roar cracked the arena ceiling.

The ice storm that followed swallowed everything in the arena.

And then...

ROOAAARRRRR!!!

A monstrous roar tore through the arena, echoing like thunder across the icy expanse. Akuma—now transformed into his terrifying Yeti form—stood taller than ever, his white fur rippling with frost and rage. The sheer pressure of his voice cracked the surrounding walls, shaking the entire battlefield as snow fell like shards of glass.

Hiroshi shielded his face from the gust, his eyes narrowing in disbelief.

“This power... it’s nothing like before. If I don’t destroy those last three crystals soon... I’ll die here!” He thought, tensed.

Akuma’s deep, distorted voice rumbled like an avalanche.

“You’ll not survive!”

He slammed his colossal foot down. From beneath the ice, hundreds of sharp spikes erupted in a deadly chain reaction.

"ICE SPIKES!"

The floor split apart as the spikes surged forward. Hiroshi leapt aside, barely escaping, but the tip of one jagged spike grazed his arm, drawing blood. He hissed in pain, clutching his left arm tightly.

"I can’t stop now. I have to destroy the crystals before it’s too late!" He thought, tensed.

He thrust his hand upward.

"FLAME COMET!"

A giant blazing sphere of fire spun into existence and shot straight at the nearest crystal. Steam burst forth as the surrounding ice melted away—but Akuma raised his clawed hand, releasing a freezing beam that immediately regenerated the frost. The ice reformed, thicker than before.

Hiroshi gritted his teeth. “He’s fast… too fast. I’ve only seconds before he freezes them again. I have to melt and destroy them instantly!” He thought, analyzing the situation.

Akuma growled, his sharp teeth glinting.

“Your little tricks won’t save you anymore!”

He crouched low, slamming his claws into the ground.

"TUNDRA CLAWS!"

A massive wave of frigid energy ripped across the field, tearing through the surface in a freezing storm. The shockwave screamed toward Hiroshi.

“SCORCHING DOWNFALL!” Hiroshi shouted, leaping upward. Dozens of fiery embers rained down from above, scattering like meteors. They struck Akuma’s head, burning his fur and momentarily blinding him. The beast roared, thrashing as smoke rose from his icy mane.

Hiroshi saw his opening.

“FLAME COMET!”

He hurled another fireball. The comet smashed into the crystals, melting the reinforced ice. Akuma stumbled, trying to regenerate the frost, but his vision still flickered from the earlier flames.

“EMBER BURST!” Hiroshi spun mid-air, unleashing a barrage of burning embers that exploded upon impact. One of the crystals shattered with a sharp crack, fragments scattering across the arena.

Akuma screamed in pain, clutching his chest. “You brat! I won’t let you destroy any more of my crystals!”

But Hiroshi didn’t stop. He crossed his daggers, flames wrapping around them in spiraling fury.

“FLAMING SLASH 'N DASH!”

He dashed forward, his fiery blades cutting through the frozen air. Sliding between Akuma’s massive legs, Hiroshi sliced through another crystal with a blazing arc. The sound of shattering ice echoed through the arena as the second last crystal broke apart. Akuma staggered, groaning in agony, his once-solid body beginning to melt at the edges.

The last crystal stood behind him—massive, glowing faintly beneath the frost. Hiroshi’s heart pounded.

"Only one left... just one more!"

He readied his blades again. “ENGULFING FLAMES!”

But as he sprinted towards the last crystal, Akuma moved faster than expected. His enormous arm swung around, and in an instant, his massive hand clamped tightly around Hiroshi’s body. The sheer strength crushed the air from his lungs.

Hiroshi groaned in immense pain, Akuma tightened his grip.

Akuma brought Hiroshi close to his monstrous face. His breath reeked of rot and decay.

“You can’t run away now,” he rumbled.

Hiroshi winced, gagging. “Your breath... smells like shit!”

Akuma’s eyes flared with fury. His grip tightened. A sickening crack echoed as Hiroshi’s ribs gave way under the pressure. He screamed, the pain searing through his entire body.

“Did that feel good?” Akuma hissed, grinning wickedly. “No? Then maybe you need... more.”

He raised his other hand—long, jagged claws glinting blue—and plunged them deep into Hiroshi’s chest.

The world around him stopped.

Hiroshi’s eyes went wide as blood sprayed from the wound, droplets splattering across Akuma’s face. The crimson against the white fur looked almost beautiful—if not for the horror behind it. The Yeti smiled, his teeth glistening with malice.

Hiroshi’s scream tore through the air, a raw, broken cry of pain that echoed across the frozen chamber. Akuma yanked his claws out and flung Hiroshi aside like a ragdoll. The boy’s body crashed against the icy floor with a shattering crack. The impact split the ground, blood marking the frozen surface in deep red streaks.

He coughed violently, blood coming with each cough, and his voice trembling. “It hurts... my chest... it really hurts…”

He looked down. Where Akuma’s claws had pierced, the blood had already begun to freeze. Ice spread slowly across the wound, crawling into his veins like poison.

Akuma laughed, towering over him. “My ice powers are now inside your body. They’ll freeze your blood... then your organs... then your heart and your brain.”

He leaned closer, his voice deep and cruel. “You’ll soon be a frozen corpse... a legend turned into a myth.”

Hiroshi lay on the shattered ice, chest heaving, blood still streaking across his body.

For a long moment, he didn’t move—his vision blurred, pain lancing through every fiber of his being.

And then, slowly, he rose, gripping his daggers with trembling hands, determination burning brighter than ever.

“AKUMA..!” he whispered with rage, his voice weak but resolute. “No matter what happens today… I will defeat you… it’s for sure..!”

Akuma loomed above him, monstrous in his Yeti form, claws glinting with frost and malice. He sneered, overconfident.

“A flame that flickers is no match for me! Your flickering sparks will die out… slowly.”

Hiroshi’s lips curled into a faint smile, his body shaking.

“A flame on its last flicker… can burn as fiercely as any flame. I will defeat you… today!”

Summoning every ounce of strength left, he slammed his daggers into the ice floor. Fire erupted, molten craters exploding outward in a violent, searing cascade.

“VOLCANIC IMPACT!”

The jagged craters rocketed toward Akuma like molten missiles. The final eruption blasted beneath Akuma’s left leg, throwing the monstrous Yeti off balance.

He staggered, claws clawing for grip, but the sharp tips of his own hands caught the edge of a crystal pedestal. With a deafening crack, the final crystal shattered as his claws slid helplessly along its surface.

As the crystal's shards flew here and there, from Akuma's feet upward, ice crept along his massive body like a living parasite of ice.

“NO… NO! THIS CAN’T HAPPEN…!” His voice shattered into a strangled, panicked howl.

"NOOOOO!!!" Steam hissed from his freezing breath as the frost started to consume him.

The frost slithered over muscles and thick fur, sinking into the very veins beneath, freezing every fiber of flesh.

He lashed out with his claws, desperate to break free, but every motion only spread the frost faster. Joints stiffened, limbs locked, and shards of ice glittered cruelly under the arena lights, piercing fur and flesh like icy needles.

His massive arms went rigid mid-swing, legs buckled. Veins of blue-white frost raced across his face, crystallizing his terrified expression into a grotesque mask of frozen agony.

And with one final, echoing scream, Akuma’s body solidified completely—every muscle, every fiber, every vein trapped in a statue of jagged ice, locked in eternal torment.

His mighty roar, once deafening, had stopped by the hardening ice encasing his throat.

The floor near Hiroshi trembled and split open. From its heart rose a pedestal, containing the Lightning Speed Ember, gleaming with yellow coloured glowing power.

Hiroshi limped forward, every movement a testament to his will, and grasped it. The yellow glow of the Ember faded away as it's powers were absorbed. Hiroshi's veins glowed yellow all over as if a lightning bolt had struck.

The arena shuddered violently.

Hiroshi sheathed his daggers and raised his hands for one last attack.

“FLAME… COMET..!”

A sphere of searing fire erupted from his Hands, colliding with the fractured ice. The arena itself screamed, cracking and shattering into jagged shards, that melted in seconds due to the immense heat.

Both Hiroshi and Akuma plummeted as the remnants of the arena melted away beneath them. Midair, Hiroshi’s vision blurred and darkness claimed him—he fainted before hitting the ground.

[At the Ice Castle]

The immense pile of snow above Shinzo collapsed, settling into fine, powdery flakes. He coughed and dug himself free, eyes wide with shock.

“What… what just happened?! How did it all turn to powdered snow? Is Akuma… dead?”

Before he could react further, the castle roof above them fractured. Hiroshi and the frozen remnants of Akuma fell through, crashing into the softened snow below.

Hiroshi landed safely on the powdered snow, but Akuma’s ice statue fell on the floor and shattered upon impact, scattering into countless glinting fragments.

Shinzo stared, utterly shocked. “What… who… was that? Akuma?!” He looked at Hiroshi, seeing him unconscious. "Wait... Hiroshi!" His eyes widened in shock.

Rushing to Hiroshi, he checked his pulse frantically. His face drained of color. “Even though Akuma is dead, his ice powers… they linger in Hiroshi’s veins. His pulses are dropping fast! I need to get him to a doctor—now!”

He lifted Hiroshi onto his shoulder, carrying him toward the ruined ring.

[A Few Moments Later]

[At The Ring]

When Shinzo reached the Ring while carrying Hiroshi, something felt unusual—Silence—Complete silence—not even a single soul spoke.

The remnants of Akuma’s magic—the people and constructs once under his control—had dissolved into powdered snow. Shinzo’s chest tightened with despair.

“Oh no… all the people of this ring… they were created by Akuma’s magic. If he dies, they die too… How do I save Hiroshi…?”

Suddenly, a small, swirling portal opened beneath their feet. Both Shinzo and Hiroshi fell through, plunging into darkness.

Shinzo screamed as they fell in the portal.

[The Ancient Library]

They landed in a vast, shadowed room.

A voice came, really calm, but confused. "Who's there?"

Torches flickered to life one by one, revealing towering bookshelves lined with countless books.

Shinzo scrambled to his feet, looking around in confusion. “What… what is this place? Where are we?”

A figure stepped from behind one of the shelves, calm and imposing. It was Majuro.

“Welcome,” said Majuro, his voice echoing softly through the chamber. “To the Torojima Family’s Ancient Library of Magical Books.”

Shinzo froze. “Majuro?!”

And somewhere deep in the shadows, the secrets of the library waited, as Hiroshi’s journey—and his fight against Akuma’s lingering power—was far from over.

To Be Continued...