The one who sees all

Pain encompassed all, swelling on every single inch of his being. His fingers, the tips of said fingers, his arms, legs, hands, eyes. It felt as though they were burning alive, and yet their adrenaline just barely managed to keep them on their feet, swinging away like two caged animals.

They wailed on each other endlessly, NN bashing his fist wherever it would connect, Agent Moore, striking relentlessly in hopes that it would somehow help ignore the pain. The agent swore he could feel blood all over his body, but whenever he caught a glimpse of himself, he could tell nothing was there.

NN smashed his fist against the agent's nose repeatedly, feeling the force of his every punch on the same area. He began to smile with bliss, overcome with pure ecstasy.

The agent stumbled backward, almost collapsing from the pain.

“This is what I live for,” NN stated, huffing and puffing.

“You’re insane, no matter the outcome, both our conditions will have severely deteriorated!” The agent silently gasped, and in that moment, his eyes had reopened. He could see everything, every path, every scenario. Visions of events yet to happen filled his mind, playing back to him like movies on hundreds of different projectors. He stretched his hand out toward these invisible projectors, scanning through the ones closest to him, the most certain futures. He scrolled through the “movie” watching as the battle unfolded. At the end, he fell.

He groaned, reaching for another future, a more uncertain one. He scrolled through, and the end result was the same. The vision fractured into hundreds of visions, each one of an individual action or moment. He scanned each one, altering the moments in hopes that the result would change, but no matter what he switched out, the end was the same.

“This can’t be correct.” He snapped back to reality, stepping back with fear as NN approached.

He hooked him several times, from his sides, to his shoulders, to his face. It didn’t matter where his punches landed; his only goal was to inflict the most pain on both of them as possible.

The agent struggled to regain focus, succumbing to his attacker's relentless combination.

NN planted a firm fist in his stomach, then followed up with a powerful uppercut to the chin, grabbing the back of his head with both hands and slamming his face down onto his knee. As the agent recoiled back, he stepped inward, spun his body halfway, and planted a powerful kick on his chest. The world around him meshed into a singular color, the earth disconnecting from his feet as his body flew backward.

NN suddenly stopped, watching the agent stand. The skin on his body looked older, with gray hairs hidden among the blonde.

This goes beyond simply winning or losing, living or dying. This man is single-handedly the largest threat to the Takeba group.

“I won’t let you! I won’t let you pass!” The agent clawed at his own face, his bloodshot eyes widening. “I don’t care if it kills me. I don’t care about my own future; the only future that matters is the Takeba group's! Their dream will change the entire world, you’ll see!” He lowered his arms, ripping away the sleeve of his button-up, the skin tearing itself and bleeding black.

“Give it all to me, show me everything, all-seeing!” The black bleeding holes in his arm filled with large black eyes, the irises of them pure white. The darkness of the eyes spread across his entire arm and shrouded it in black. He shouted into the night sky, holding both his hands on his blonde hair, which was slowly fading into white. Blue light wrapped around his entire body like a cocoon and exploded upward into the sky. Cracks began to splinter, the area in which the light exploded shattering like glass, another black eye forming in the shattered piece of the sky.

The wind around them grew strong, twisting around the agent's body as he cackled maniacally.

The air suddenly grew thicker, the color of the world shifting to a pinkish-red. A dome suddenly appeared around them.

The wind finally grew still, and the agent's laughter halted. His appearance was altered drastically, his left arm shrouded in black, several eyes protruding from it. The darkness spread toward his neck and covered the left side of his face, his hair now silver-white, his eyes without pupils.

He saw them again, the pathways, the “movies.” He extended his imaginary hand once more, and it could go so much further, delving into the most uncertain of futures, futures in which he could never imagine.

NN took a cautious step backward.

“Victory has been assured once more.” He spoke calmly. “Your fate is sealed.”

“You think changing the color of your hair is going to change anything?”

“You think changing the color of your hair is going to change anything?”

Their voices overlapped as they spoke in perfect unison.

“Nice gimmick,” NN remarked.

“This is no gimmick. This form exceeds anything you’ve ever witnessed. I can see everything there is to see within this zone. Every unknown and known, every certainty and uncertainty, things about yourself that not even the current you has exposed. For instance, your primary technique, which you were slowly fueling using your secondary technique. It is a technique that allows you to convert physical pain into mana and strength, a most formidable technique indeed. I am also aware of the limitations of both your secondary and primary techniques. Like the fact that you can hardly maintain ‘ring of resonance’ for three minutes before it starts to have severe effects on your mind and body.” He paused suddenly, going silent, white eyes darting back and forth. “Yes, yes.” He muttered. “I can also see that your comrades have started to take out my men. That won’t do.” He held his arm out, the eyes along the darkness being consumed by a blue light before suddenly disappearing. “By giving the remaining members of my group a fraction of my power, my victory has been secured.”