Hiroshi Vs Gorokko Part-I : The Tyrant of Metal

Hiroshi drew his daggers, the metal ringing sharply as the blades emerged. Heat flared instantly—both weapons swallowed by pure orange flames. With a forceful kick, he burst forward.

“FLAMING SLASH ‘N DASH!”

He became a rushing blaze, the ground beneath his feet hissing as he sliced through the air toward Gorokko.

But just before Hiroshi could close the distance, Gorokko’s voice thundered across the arena.

“Seki, Stage One—Intimidation Seki… ACTIVATE!”

A violent eruption of metallic-colored sparks burst from his body, flooding the arena like a shockwave.

The pressure hit Hiroshi instantly.

His speed plummeted.

His body froze mid-attack.

He felt as though iron chains wrapped around his limbs. “So this is Seki…! Shinzo warned me, but this pressure—this weakness… it’s insane!”

He glanced at his Fenrir daggers. The orange flames still burned, but they felt… thin. Weak. 

“My flames are still orange… Should I use the mixed version? But—how?”

He tried to force the transformation—tried to merge the heat, the emotion, the energy—

but only a faint flicker of orange danced across his fingers before dying out.

From behind the shimmering haze of sparks, Gorokko laughed. “What are you trying to do, brat? Lost control of your own flames already?”

He raised his massive blade high. 

“SWORD DECAPITATION!”

The sword whistled toward Hiroshi’s head, the air bending around its weight.

“C’mon… please… please work…”

And then—Majuro’s final moments flashed in his mind.

The headless body.

The silence.

The loss.

Something ignited inside him.

His flames flared blue-orange in an instant.

Hiroshi vanished from the sword’s path, leaving a streak of blazing light behind him as he dodged with sudden, impossible speed.

Gorokko’s eyes widened.

“What the—?! How is he moving that fast?! My Seki should’ve slowed him to a crawl!”

“IRON SPIKES!”

He slammed his sword into the metallic floor.

The ground around him liquefied, turning into bubbling semi-solid metal that splashed upward—

only to harden mid-air into hundreds of sharp, spiked balls.

They launched toward Hiroshi like a storm of jagged meteors.

Hiroshi slashed both daggers forward.

“INFERNAL SLASHES!”

Blue-orange flaming waves tore out in front of him, carving through every spiked ball and melting them into raining droplets of molten metal.

Gorokko’s expression grew tight. 

“He just got stronger… and faster… and what are those blue-orange flames?!”

His memory flickered — a certain meeting he once attended.

[Flashback]

The room was dark—ice-cold, silent, and suffocating.

Gorokko stood alone, his breath faintly visible in the frigid air. Before him, a massive screen glowed to life, its light cutting through the shadows.

A figure appeared on the screen.

Their master.

“Gorokko.” The voice was calm, smooth, and terrifyingly deep.

“Do you know why I like you the most?”

Gorokko stiffened. Even his towering frame felt small.

“W-why… Master?”

“I always see a glimpse of myself inside you.”

The unseen figure leaned closer, the distortion on the screen warping with the movement.

“The hatred towards humans. The power. The royalty. It’s all in you…”

Gorokko swallowed hard. “I appreciate it, Master.”

“But there is one more person…”

The master’s tone lowered, like a blade sliding across stone. “Someone who carries traits similar—perhaps even identical—to mine.”

Gorokko hesitated. “And… who is it… Master?”

The room seemed to grow colder.

“Rorark.” the Master replied.

The name echoed like a falling hammer.

“Same eyes. Same power. Same blood.”

A faint smile—felt more than seen—spread across the master’s hidden face.

“He wields flames too. Normal ones… unlike mine. I want you to defeat him. Bring him to me, Alive.”

Gorokko dropped to one knee, bowing deeply. “I will, Master… I will…”

But the master's voice suddenly sharpened. “Be careful, Gorokko.”

A pause.

A warning.

“If ever—and I mean ever—you see him with blue flames… avoid conflict.”

The screen flickered, as if reacting to the weight of his words.

“In that case, I will handle him myself.”

Gorokko’s voice trembled. “I won’t disappoint you…”

The screen went black.

The memory faded away.

[Back to the Battle]

Gorokko stared at the blue-orange flames swirling around Hiroshi. His breath hitched.

“Is he the one Master warned me about…? Rorark…?”

Fear crackled at the edges of his thoughts—but he crushed it instantly.

“No. I must defeat him and take him to Master. I cannot disappoint him.”

Gorokko roared, thrusting his sword down with brutal force.

“STEEL PILLARS!”

The metallic arena floor trembled as the ground around Hiroshi softened into shimmering, semi-liquid puddles. Gorokko twisted his sword, smirking. The puddles surged upward, rising into towering cuboidal pillars.

Hiroshi found himself lifted high atop one of them as the entire battlefield shifted beneath his feet.

“METAL CLEAVE!”

Gorokko slashed horizontally. The pillar supporting Hiroshi shattered under the sheer force of the blow.

Hiroshi pushed off and dropped to the ground.

“ENGULFING FLAMES!” he shouted, fire surging around him as he shot forward like a burning arrow.

But Gorokko was faster.

“HYDRAULIC PRESS!”

The metal pillars jerked upward, suspended in the air. With a downward sweep of Gorokko’s sword, they crashed down in Hiroshi’s path like meteorites, forcing him to swerve aside. The pillars then dissolved back into semisolid metal and streamed toward Gorokko.

His body swelled as the metal merged into him—growing larger, heavier, more monstrous.

Hiroshi’s eyes widened. “He can do that?! He can increase his size using the arena itself!”

Gorokko stepped forward with crushing intent.

“IRON SPIKES!”

The semi-solid metal burst outward, transforming into countless dagger-like spikes, all converging on Hiroshi.

“FLAMING SLASH ’N DASH, EVASION!”

With a fiery blur, Hiroshi weaved through the storm of spikes, twisting and dashing at impossible angles. He appeared before Gorokko in the next instant and carved a burning line across the tyrant’s chest.

The metal sizzled. Gorokko winced—then regenerated in seconds.

“Chest, not a weak point. Noted.”

Hiroshi glanced at the tyrant’s unmoving legs.

“Wait… he hasn’t taken a single step. Can’t he… walk?”

Gorokko answered that thought with a thunderous stomp.

“IRON SPIKES STOMPS!”

Each impact created a colossal metal spike erupting from the ground. In moments, hundreds of towering spires filled the arena like a lethal forest.

Hiroshi dove between them, squeezing through a narrow gap where he could even see his reflection in the polished metal. A spike grazed his coat—tearing it—only for the fabric to regenerate instantly.

“Well, that explains why he tends to remain stationary,” Hiroshi muttered.

He vaulted upward. “SCORCHING DOWNFALL!”

Hundreds of glowing embers spiraled from his spinning hands, raining down onto Gorokko’s head. The intense heat melted holes right through the tyrant’s metallic skull—only for it to regenerate in seconds.

“Head isn’t a weak point either… Noted.”

Gorokko snarled, waving his fingers in strange, rigid motions. “METAL SPEARS!”

The arena shuddered as all the surrounding metal shot upward, shaping itself into hundreds of deadly spears flying straight toward Hiroshi.

He twisted mid-air, grabbing two of the incoming spears. With perfect momentum, he hurled them back down. They pierced Gorokko’s shoulders—only to be reabsorbed instantly.

Hiroshi jumped away and looked at Gorokko straight in his eyes.

Then Suddenly—

Gorokko’s eyes turned pitch black.

“FERROFLUID GOLEMS!”

Black fluid poured from his eyes like liquid darkness, hitting the ground and forming two hulking golems made entirely of ferrous sludge.

They lunged at Hiroshi.

He readied his blades to behead them—

“EXPAND!” Gorokko commanded.

The golems exploded outward, swelling in mass, engulfing Hiroshi's arms—then his entire body.

“CONTRACT!”

The black ferrofluid constricted in an instant, crushing inward with terrifying pressure.

Hiroshi’s breath was forced out of him.

His ribs strained.

His lungs screamed.

A choked grunt escaped him. “I have to… escape this..!”

The ferrofluid tightened even more.

The arena shook.

And Hiroshi’s flames began to flicker—

until a sudden, searing heat pulsed from his chest.

The Surokaya pendant burst into a blinding glow.

Its heat rippled outward like a silent shockwave. The magnetic properties of the ferrofluid instantly destabilized, and the black sludge peeled off Hiroshi’s body in steaming sheets, losing its grip as if terrified of the pendant’s light.

The fluid slithered back across the arena floor like a wounded animal and reformed at Gorokko’s feet. He reabsorbed it with a harsh, metallic inhale.

“Enough of this children’s play,” Gorokko growled. “Let me show you the strength of my sword—the Eclipse-blade.”

He raised the massive weapon, and his body began to shed itself.

“WEIGHT, DECREASE!”

Chunks of silver, titanium, and alloy ripped away from his armor and crashed onto the arena floor. The metal scraps melted and merged seamlessly into the ground beneath him, while Gorokko’s true form hardened and refined—lean, towering, and monstrously muscular.

“Behold!” he thundered. “The power of my sword—The Eclipse-blade!”

He surged forward with terrifying speed, swinging the massive blade in a violent arc aimed right at Hiroshi’s chest.

“FIRE BLAST!”

Hiroshi fired an X-shaped explosion of flame, the recoil knocking the Eclipse-blade off its trajectory. He rolled aside just as the enormous sword carved a crater into the metal floor.

“VOLCANIC IMPACT!”

He stomped the ground. The arena beneath Gorokko detonated with volcanic force, fiery craters erupting under the tyrant’s legs. Gorokko was blasted backward, skidding across the metallic floor.

“You’re no match for me!” Gorokko roared.

“TYPESHIFT, TITANIUM!”

His body darkened to a platinum-gray sheen, shifting into solid titanium. Even the air vibrated with the increased density.

Hiroshi froze. “Did he just change his metal type?!”

“TITANIUM PRESS!” Gorokko said, aiming his sword at Hiroshi.

The entire roof of the arena liquified into a single colossal cylinder of titanium. It dropped from above with crushing force, aiming to flatten Hiroshi like a hydraulic press.

Hiroshi grit his teeth as he caught the pressure with crossed arms.

“This is… too much pressure!”

“EMBER BURST!”

He thrust one hand forward. Dozens of embers detonated outward, some striking Gorokko’s toe. The shock made the tyrant flinch, and the oppressive weight eased just enough.

Hiroshi dashed out from under the titanium column seconds before it slammed into the ground. The gigantic chunk was quickly reabsorbed back into the roof, the arena sealing itself once more.

Gorokko raised a hand.

“TYPESHIFT, GALLIUM!”

His body turned silver-white and glossy, becoming soft, liquid-like gallium.

“GALLIUM TOXICITY!”

Hundreds of thin gallium needles shot from his arms, screaming toward Hiroshi in a deadly cloud.

They struck—

but not a single one pierced his skin.

“Huh?!” Gorokko’s voice cracked.

Hiroshi gave a confident grin. “My rock-solid body helped me out! That’s good.”

He tilted his head at the liquid sheen covering Gorokko. “Well, all I know about gallium is that it’s notorious for easily melting.”

He raised his hand.

“FLAME COMET—CONCENTRATED!”

A massive, blazing comet formed above his palm, compressed until its heat warped the air itself. Hiroshi launched it. The temperature surged instantly.

Gorokko’s body began to liquify.

Then sag.

Then collapse into a shimmering metallic puddle.

Hiroshi waited a few seconds, watching for movement.

Nothing.

“And… another tyrant dead,” he sighed, turning away.

But no pedestal appeared.

Instead—

A wet, bubbling gurgle echoed across the floor.

Something warm slid over Hiroshi’s ankle.

He froze.

“What the—”

Gorokko was still alive—though not in any solid form. His body had collapsed into a shimmering pool of silver liquid, slithering toward Hiroshi like a living metal tide. The molten mass crawled up his legs, cold and suffocating, desperately trying to swallow him whole.

“It’s exactly what I wanted,” Gorokko’s voice echoed from within the liquid. “GALLIUM TRAP!”

Hiroshi’s eyes widened. “How are you even alive?!”

The metallic fluid reached his chest, constricting tighter and tighter. Before it could engulf his arms, Hiroshi gritted his teeth.

“BLAZING TORNADO—RAPID SPIN!”

Heat erupted around him. He spun violently, flames twisting into a spiraling inferno. The rotation tore the liquid metal apart, loosening its grip. Hiroshi leapt free, landing several meters away.

The scattered fluid shivered, then surged together. Gorokko’s humanoid shape rebuilt itself, thicker and denser.

“TYPESHIFT — TITANIUM REINFORCED!”

His body darkened, gleaming with the weight of an even stronger metal.

“RAPID SLASHES!” He roared.

The Eclipse-blade screamed through the air, releasing massive metallic shockwaves. Hiroshi dodged desperately, but even then, a few waves sliced clean through the edges of his red coat.

The coat regenerated instantly.

Hiroshi retaliated.

“INFERNAL SLASHES — DECAPITATE!”

Flaming arcs burst from his blade, carving through Gorokko’s limbs. Hands and legs fell away—only to melt, slither back, and reattach as if nothing had happened.

Hiroshi clicked his tongue and surged forward.

“ENGULFING FLAMES — DIRECT STAB!”

His body turned into a streak of orange and blue fire as he stabbed at Gorokko’s heart. Instead of blood, boiling liquid metal blasted out.

The heart regenerated.

Hiroshi jumped back, eyes narrowing.

“His heart isn’t a weakness… he doesn’t even have normal blood.”

“ENGULFING FLAMES — DIRECT STAB!”

Again he dashed, this time striking the solar plexus. Gorokko froze, paralyzed—but only for a moment. The area regenerated instantly.

“What the—? Heart, head, blood, limbs, even the solar plexus aren’t weak points. Then… what is?”

Hiroshi’s gaze sharpened as he examined Gorokko’s stance.

“His entire body is made of heavy metal… hard to support. And he hasn’t shown his back even once.”

Recognition hit him like lightning.

“His weakness… is his upper body’s support point. His—BACKBONE!”

Hiroshi sprinted toward Gorokko’s rear, but the metal giant immediately pivoted, swinging down with his blade. Hiroshi launched himself high into the air, flipping over the attack.

He landed behind Gorokko.

“FLAMING SLASH ’N DASH!”

Fire exploded from his feet as he darted toward Gorokko’s back, blade aimed for the spine.

Hiroshi was just a few inches away from victory—But Gorokko spun with unnatural speed, his massive fist slamming into Hiroshi and launching him across the battlefield.

Hiroshi crashed into a far pillar, coughing blood.

“Enough!” Gorokko roared, metal rippling violently. “It has been enough! Behold… my true form!”

[Below, at the Steel Citadel]

Shinzo stood with one hand on his hammer, panting. Around him lay the tiny archers—squashed flat like stickers.

One was folded like origami. Another was stuck halfway up a wall like a thrown playing card. A third had its bow flattened into a metal noodle.

Shinzo scratched his head. “Okay… maybe I overdid the Whack-a-Mole thing.”

Then—their 2D bodies twitched.

A metallic ripple ran through them.

Suddenly, every flattened archer liquefied at once, shooting toward each other like mercury bullets. They slammed into a single mass with such force that the ground cracked.

The puddle pulsed.

It grew.

And grew.

And G R E W.

Titanium rose like a living tsunami, molding into wings larger than houses. A blazing heat halo formed around it, warping the air. Its talons sharpened themselves with screeching friction. Its eyes lit up like twin furnaces, scanning Shinzo as if judging a mortal.

Shinzo froze. “…That’s not a bird. That’s a tax problem.”

The creature lifted its wings.

The entire citadel shook.

One flap sent shockwaves that blasted Shinzo backward like a ragdoll.

The metal bird shot upward at incredible speed. It pierced through the lower levels, rising past the Steel Citadel’s walls…

It flew high up in the sky, then past the level of Gorokko's flying metal arena itself… and then even higher, glowing brighter as it prepared its attack.

With terrifying precision, the bird folded its wings and dived.

A sonic boom erupted as it tore downward—straight toward the metal arena’s ceiling.

The dome shattered.

And the bird slammed directly into Gorokko’s chest.

Instead of resisting, Gorokko absorbed it.

Every feather. Every droplet. Every last shard of titanium merged into him, his body expanding and warping as if drinking the essence of an entire creature.

His form darkened. Hardened. Thickened.

Gorokko let out a low growl as his body surged with power.

“This is…” His voice deepened, echoing like metal grinding against metal. “My…”

His body finished reshaping—towering, armored, monstrous.

“…FINAL FORM—STEEL CELESTIAL!”

The arena trembled.

The battle was going to be even more epic.

To Be Continued…