In the heart of the JinCorp Research Center, Shingo’s team found themselves locked in a fierce battle against their adversaries. The air crackled with tension as they confronted Nishi and Yasuaki Abe, their troops of clones pouring out from the incubators like an unstoppable tide. The room became a chaotic battleground, the clashing of weapons and the acrid scent of gunpowder filling the air.
With unwavering focus, Shingo, Shiori, and Keiji directed their efforts toward Yasuaki and Nishi. They knew that eliminating the masterminds behind this twisted experiment was crucial to their mission’s success.
Shingo’s Odenta sliced through the air with deadly precision, his strikes aimed at Yasuaki with unrelenting determination. His movements were a seamless fusion of grace and raw power, each swing of his katana blade a testament to his honed skill.
Beside him, Shiori moved with a swift elegance, her Mikazuki-Munechika katana an extension of her being. Her eyes burned with fierce determination as she closed in on Yasuaki, her muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike.
With a powerful slash, Shiori unleashed her full strength, her blade cutting through the air like a flash of lightning, finding its mark on Yasuaki’s arm. The force of the blow sent him staggering back, his face contorted in pain.
Meanwhile, Keiji, armed with his gun and naginata, engaged Nishi in a deadly dance. His gunshots rang out, the sound reverberating through the room as he sought to neutralize their enemy. But as he focused on Nishi, a sharp pain seared through his body, a bullet finding its mark. Despite the wound, Keiji gritted his teeth, determination etched across his face. He pressed forward, his naginata whirling through the air, parrying Nishi’s attacks with fierce precision.
The other fighters engaged the throng of clones, drones, and guardbots.
As the battle reached its climax, the room seemed to pulse with electric energy. The clash of blades, the sound of gunfire, and the grunts of exertion filled the air. The team’s collective efforts were like a symphony of violence, their movements synchronized and purposeful.
In a final act of defiance, Shiori lunged forward, her katana slashing through the air with unparalleled force. The blade connected with Yasuaki, slicing through his defenses and leaving a deep gash in his side. The enemy’s body crumpled to the ground, blood pooling around him, his once commanding presence reduced to a limp form.
Simultaneously, Keiji landed a decisive blow on Nishi, his naginata striking true. The impact sent Nishi sprawling to the floor, her body limp and defeated. Though Keiji’s wound throbbed with pain, he stood tall, a testament to his indomitable spirit.
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The room fell into a momentary silence, broken only by the heavy breathing of the victorious team. Shingo, Shiori, and Keiji shared a glance, their eyes reflecting a mix of exhaustion and triumph. Their unity had prevailed against the darkness, their mission one step closer to completion.
But there was no time for celebration. They knew that their journey was far from over. As they tended to Keiji’s wound and regrouped, a sense of urgency filled the air.
That was because Yasuaki Abe rose to his feet again, limply. He also said feebly, “Urgh, even with our combined powers and a squad of clones, we still can’t overcome a bunch of infiltrators.”
Shingo replied, “That’s because Shin Kamui supported our cause and united us with the power of destiny.”
“That’s right,” added Shiori. “We have resigned to fate and fought our best, yet fate is on our side. So, please stop this madness before it’s too late.”
“Y-yes, Father,” Nishi was panting due to her injuries. “Please, I don’t want infinity power anymore. I just want to go home with you. Our home, as father and daughter. Fate has decreed for us to go this way, so please, don’t deny it, and let’s get along with it.”
Hearing his daughter’s plea, Yasuaki Abe fell silent. Everyone waited patiently to see the winter of the raging battle inside him. Slowly but surely, Yasuaki’s tensed face was loosening up.
Suddenly, the mad scientist frowned again. He abruptly spoke, but his voice turned hoarse.
“How pathetic! How come you let your daughter dissuade you, wasting Jinbei-san, your patron’s efforts, and resources? Where’s your honor?”
Yasuaki’s voice turned normal again. “I-I won’t dare, master! Our cause is greater than my family! Please, please!”
But the hoarse voice sounded impatient. “That’s it! It’s time for me to take over your body, Yasuaki Abe!”
The pleading voice turned a terrified and begging tone. “No, please don’t! I’ll do your bidding! Please be merciful! Please give me another chance! No, no, no… no!”
It was too late to plead and beg for anything. Almost instantly, Yasuaki Abe’s face turned red and his outfit was changed from that of a scientist to that of a ronin - a masterless samurai. A pair of horns shot out from his forehead, and his face turned exactly like the dreaded, mask Shiori saw on her nemesis’ face.
It was not the Hannya-masked man, the ninja terrorist.
It was Hannya, the devil incarnate.
Shingo and Shiori exclaimed together, “H-Hannya!”