Yamatoshi of Dark Light.

The huge masked reaper observed the supposed teenage captain, both of them not moving or saying a word.

"The reason why you're not dead right now is just because of our existing contract of teamwork — for the time being," he said, relaxed.

"Oh, you mean this?" The teen captain giggled again, raising high up a sheet of paper, and the gas man grunted once more, surely paying more attention to him now. 

"Yeah, my head tossed it in the bin once he heard of your little— 'exhibition' with our organization members in a run-down alley. Did you think we wouldn't fucking find out?!" The teen made air quotes, releasing his grip as the single document glided downwards, resting on the floor next to the aged reaper.

"I was counting on it." the masked reaper said.

The teen captain scratched his head, "Just because your organization ranks sixth on the first list doesn't mean you guys aren't just a group of old-timers who have refused to retire and hand things over to the next generation,"

{Lists are used to designate the rankings of organizations in the Reaper verse. In order of first, second, and third}

The masked man let out a cooing ghostly sigh,
"Seems it can't be helped." Immediately, a large great-sword, heavy and curvy, materialized into his right hand, then he let out a satisfying grunt, his target locked in.

"I request you state your name and status before I kill you," he said as his voice got thicker with each word.

"Finally! No more talk. This should be fun." the teen captain yelled with excitement written all over him.

"I am Silver, the third captain of the second division of Grand Star Organization which is ranked first in the second list. That enough for you old man?" He teased further, immediately his funky aura morphed into something else, followed by a bright light which engulfed his two fists, leaving red boxing gloves as the aftermath. 

The old timer raised his sword at the teen, "Silver... I, Malcom, the only vice captain of the second division of Toxic organization, will kill you now,"

"Don't count on it," Silver taunted. Sliding his right foot back slightly, he raised his arms, assuming a boxer's stance.

The air stiffened as they faced each other, Malcom's great sword stealing the light from Silver's stars.

"Tch... I hate sights like these." Another voice was heard, from the shallow and dark end of the passage, far behind Malcom.

Its sharp tone immediately gained the attention of the soon-to-be duelers, especially given that it sounded like that of a child. 

"Who walks where I stand, retreat now or suffer the same fate about to befall this young, ignorant reaper." Malcom voiced as intimidating as he could through the gas mask, but he could feel the presence getting closer. He didn't turn towards it.

"I detest watching little fights among the weak, which in the end amounts to nothing," the voice came again. Malcolm let out a long grunt. He tightened his grip on his sword as he turned slightly towards the beckoning character. 

"Who's that loser?" the teen captain relinquished his stance as he tilted his head.

The child walked into the light, a young boy, casually dressed, his yellow spiked hair with red tips stood out.

His entire outfit, from his round collar top to his lagging jeans to the pair of slippers he had on didn't look like anything special, or at least different. The way he hid his hands in his pockets entailed that of a delinquent.

Malcom instantly zoomed backwards, creating a huge gap between him and the child, almost colliding with Silver even.

"What's your problem old geezer?!" Silver cursed, skipping back even further.

"Be quiet for both our sakes." Malcom's weapon started disintegrating, and Silver scoffed.
He looked at the kid; the tattoo running from behind his lower arm to the back of his palm indicated strikes him. He'd seen it somewhere before, but he just couldn't place it.

"Only a select few have crossed paths with them, and even fewer lived to tell the tale. I want to be part of that one percent kid, so shut the hell up." Malcom tried to whisper, but his mask already served as an automatic speaker.

Then it hit Silver,...

"D... Destroyers?!" he stammered, slowly leaning back.

By this time, Malcom's demeanour had changed; it was now more subtle and seemed more focused on defense.

"What are you doing here — Yamatoshi?" Malcom quizzed, trying to maintain his cool and keep his concerns unnoticed.

{Yamatoshi:
Status: Only Captain of DL second division. 
Organization: Dark Light
Organization Rank: First on the First list!!}


"What's wrong old man? Don't look so glum. This could be a great learning opportunity!" Silver smashed his boxing glove together, standing tall and confident.

"Such little thinking and ignorance. That's exactly why I rejected your flimsy petition to join my organization." The young boy referred to as Yamatoshi relayed his little voice.

Silver scoffed, tapping his skull twice with his gloves,"Seems I've gotten another opportunity to submit my resume, don't be too offended when I beat you." he dangled his head left and right like he was actually the child present.

Yamatoshi slowly nodded his head,.."Boring," he said.

"Turns out you're not even worthy to even look me in the eye," he stood still, but both Silver and Malcom could feel it; the demonic aura that was growing towards them, a paralyzing one.

Malcom quickly took another leap backwards, this time he glued his back to the hallway's wall.

"Get out of the way, I've heard of this. His aura explosion is usually slow, you just have to escape the fear, move! Move now!" Malcom yelled with all his strength, his thick voice louder than a speaker.

Silver still stood firm with his boxing gloves up, but for some reason, he couldn't get out of the way.

"My legs won't stop shaking, I guess experience still outdoes tenacity. Dammit." he chuckled, whispering like he was relaying his last wish.

Then it hit...

Silver's mask shattered, quickly falling to the ground in pieces. Before he knew what was happening, he was on his knees, only supporting himself from falling flat with his two hands; his gloves were gone, scraped from his hands like a bandage.

He spat out blood uncontrollably as his breathing rhythm was torn apart.

Malcom glued himself to the wall, watching his junior's life fade away.

I didn't get hit, but I feel like my entire body has been caged by something. I can barely stand. He really is every bit as powerful as they say. He rambled in his mind, as his breathing too grew unsteady.

What's going on, why is a destroyer here? My vision is— 

Malcom peeled his eyes open, but darkness still covered it, his vision was getting blurry.

Slowly looking down, he found Yamatoshi right before him. The kid's right leg pressed against his stomach like it was a stepping stone.

"People like you are the worst, you should be ashamed of yourself after running away like that," Yamatoshi grinned, his hands still in his pockets.

"Die."
Immediately, Malcom vomited blood on volumes, his eyes completely turned white before shutting off. Then fell prone on the cold, dusty floor.

"I sleep whenever I can, that's the toll of partially leading the whole Reaper Verse. And you two chose to deprive me of a month's worth of sleep." Yamatoshi sighed, no sign of care in his eyes.

"What nonsense," Yamatoshi turned, quickly spotting Silver, grunting and wailing all the way till he got back up, breathing so heavily. 

"Sorry if I instilled any negative or weak thoughts." He started, his face painted with his own blood but Yamatoshi didn't react. 

"I've broken records too y'know. I'm gonna go all out and make sure this is your last battle!" Silver yelled at the ceiling, light slowly engulfed his arms as he shouted his lungs out.

"Quiet," Yamatoshi said in such a cold and demeaning manner, and Silver's tongue got tangled. 

He couldn't say a word but could only choke on his own blood which drowned his throat.

"You're mildly less weak than I originally thought. It's too bad I found out this way, I may have reconsidered you," Yamatoshi turned towards him.

"But now it's time for your punishment. Get ready," his gaze was more focused, and Silver's heart kept pounding.

"Come forth— Puppy."

Energy in the form of tiny sparkles of light originated from the immediate environment and violently swirled around beside Yamatoshi.

A huge dark-furred hound emerged, its bloody, red eyes dangerously narrowed. His claws were as long as a man's palm. The beast stood at the same height as its master, drooling aggressively.

Is this part of his special skill. With the kind of energy I'm reading from that thing, I'm certain just a bark could deal serious damage or worse. Silver thought as his vision blurred.
Is this really the end for me?

"I forfeit," the words escaped his mouth, but he didn't quite regret it; he had no choice, so he chose shame over death.

Yamatoshi tilted his head, "Hmm?.. Are you sure you know what you're doing? If you forfeit, then you, along with everyone under you, would belong to me due to an automatic contract instantly signed above. Do you honestly wish to go through with it?" 

"Yes, I agree, just don't kill me." Silver faced the ground, the stench of his cowardice already getting to him.

Yamatoshi went quiet.

"I refuse," he finally replied.

Silver couldn't say a word, his fate seemed to be sealed.

"If I go through with this, I'll be the one to lose. You're a third captain, which means no one is directly under you. So you're useless, you both are." Yamatoshi explained.

"Accept your end," he added.

The hound barked, more like it roared, and a shockwave soared, destroying the whole passage. Everything that wasn't Yamatoshi was obliterated in an instant, even the walls.

The dust cleared, and nothing but rubble remained. Silver and Malcom were nowhere to be found, probably buried beneath the rubble.

Yamatoshi stood above the debris,"One of the disadvantages of living too long, art like this becomes more and more pointless."

His phone coincidentally started ringing, and he picked it up.

"Sorry I'm late, I got held back a bit. Don't worry, no one you know is dead," his lips bent slightly into a feint smirk.

"I'll be there in a minute," he finally said and hung up.

The door label, "Leacher Weaponry Unit", was barely noticeable among the rubble; it wasn't Dark's location after all.

Now it is just the location of another Destroyer's victim sites. This is the power of Yamatoshi of the leading organization.
DARK LIGHT.