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RETURN!, HEI-LONG the first dragon

RETURN!, HEI-LONG the first dragon

“Huh, you guys really think I was playing in China.” She said, taking a few steps back ‘Come on now, you guys cannot seriously be finished can you?’

The earth trembled beneath their feet, a primal force awakening. The sky above split with thunderous rage, while distant oceans churned and boiled as if sensing the impending clash of titans. From the rubble, Kagome and Kaze rose, their forms transcending mortal limits.

Kagome's transformation was breathtaking. Obsidian tiger stripes etched themselves across her face, framing eyes that now blazed with celestial fire. Divine armor materialized, each piece adorned with constellations that shifted and danced. Her spear elongated, morphing into a trident that crackled with barely contained cosmic energy.

Kaze's metamorphosis was equally awe-inspiring. Her raven locks bleached to a brilliant white, flowing like liquid starlight. Upon her brow, a crescent moon materialized, glowing with ethereal blue light. Her armor seemed forged from the very fabric of space-time, shimmering with otherworldly power.

Their combined presence was overwhelming, as if two goddesses had descended to wage war upon the mortal realm.

"Are you ready now?" Their voices resonated with newfound authority, shaking the very foundations of reality.

Nanashi's response was unexpected – a burst of maniacal laughter that echoed through the devastated landscape. Her eyes danced with wicked mirth as she addressed her adversaries.

"NOW we're talking, ladies!" She clapped her hands together in mock excitement. "I was starting to worry this would be boring. But playtime's over, isn't it?" Her tone sharpened, dripping with sarcasm. "Though I must say, I'm not fond of cheaters. It's a major red flag for me. Tsk, tsk."

Kagome's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Is that your excuse for weakness? How pathetic."

Nanashi's grin widened, a predator toying with its prey. "Oh, sweetie," she purred, her voice laden with condescension, "I'd mind that tongue if I were you. Allow me to demonstrate what true power looks like." She brought her hands together, eyes closing in mock prayer. "I was saving this little trick for a special occasion, but there's no time like the present, is there?"

"It's too late to pray to your god now," Kaze growled, readying her weapon.

Nanashi's eyes snapped open, burning with an intensity that made even the divine beings before her pause. Her voice carried the weight of eons, a being so far beyond them that their newfound divinity seemed laughable in comparison.

"Oh, my dears," she purred, the air around her beginning to distort, "I'm not praying to a god." Her smile became predatory, promising devastation beyond imagination. "I am the god you should be praying to."

The very fabric of reality seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the unleashing of a power that threatened to reshape existence itself.

As Nanashi's transformation began, the very fabric of reality seemed to tremble in anticipation. Twin bolts of lightning materialized beneath her eyes, crackling with barely contained power. Her hair, now a living inferno, danced and writhed around her head like the corona of a dark sun. One half of her body transmuted into obsidian darkness, a void that threatened to consume all light.

Suddenly, four spectral figures materialized around her – the Imori men, their forms pulsing with an otherworldly emerald radiance. They assumed prayer positions, their bodies conduits for an ancient, unfathomable magic. Beneath this unholy gathering, a golden circle blazed into existence, its arcane script whispering secrets of creation and destruction.

The earth convulsed violently, tectonic plates grinding against each other in agonized protest. The sky above split asunder, cosmic energies pouring through the wound in reality. Howling winds tore through the landscape, heralding the approach of something beyond mortal comprehension.

With a sound like the death throes of a universe, the very fabric of existence peeled away. It fell in massive, shimmering curtains, revealing a sight that defied sanity – a colossal golden gate, its surface etched with the history of all creation. Two titanic guardians, their swords crossed and embedded deep within the gate's structure, stood sentinel. Their faces were masks of eternal vigilance, straining against some primordial force desperate to break free.

A deafening cacophony of shattering chains reverberated through time and space as the massive doors began to part. Nanashi's voice, now imbued with the weight of countless eons, rang out.

"Behold, you who dare challenge me! Witness true weakness in the face of ultimate power! I bestow upon you a gift beyond your wildest nightmares – the ancestral father and king of all dragons, emperor of darkness and chaos incarnate, the Black Dragon of Apocalypse himself... HEI-LONG!"

The gates swung wide, releasing a torrent of golden mist that seemed to carry the whispers of forgotten ages. From within the swirling maelstrom, two colossal eyes blazed forth – orbs of molten gold that held the wisdom and fury of countless millennia.

In a heartbeat that seemed to last an eternity, a massive form erupted from the gate. Hei-long, in all his terrifying majesty, unfurled before them. His scales, blacker than the void between stars, reflected hints of deep indigo – as if entire galaxies were trapped within each plate of his armour. Massive claws, capable of rending planets, gleamed wickedly in the ethereal light. A mane and set of horns, forged from pure celestial gold, crowned the dragon's regal head.

Hei-long's wings spread wide, blotting out the sky and casting the world into shadow. With a roar that shook the very foundations of reality, he announced his presence to the cosmos. The sound was primal, a force of nature given voice, causing Kagome and Kaze to stagger as if struck by physical blows.

The air crackled with raw, untamed power as Hei-long descended, positioning himself behind Nanashi like the ultimate weapon of mass destruction. The message was clear – the true battle was only just beginning, and the fate of existence itself hung in the balance. The air crackled with tension as Nanashi's eyes darted to Bunza, a flicker of doubt crossing her face. "Ahh, perhaps this was a miscalculation," she mused, her voice tinged with a hint of unease.

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Bunza's reply dripped with sardonic humor. "Perhaps indeed."

Nanashi shrugged, her bravado returning. "We all err occasionally. After all, you only live once."

"And this might be our final act," Bunza quipped, his sarcasm a thin veil over the gravity of their situation.

Kagome's voice rang out, defiant in the face of overwhelming odds. "You think this dragon will intimidate us? We've faced far mightier foes."

Nanashi's laughter cut through the air like a knife. "Oh, spare me your bravado. It's painfully embarrassing." Her eyes narrowed, focusing on Kaze. "But fear not, the dragon isn't your concern. I'm far more interested in what secrets your nine-tailed friend is still hiding." She turned back to Kagome, her smile turning predatory. "As for you, I have an old friend who simply despises felines."

With a snap of her fingers, reality itself seemed to warp. From Kagome's very shadow, a nightmarish entity erupted – Snakey, Nanashi's most trusted servant. Its form was a writhing mass of darkness, eyes gleaming with malevolent intelligence. Its maw gaped impossibly wide, large enough to swallow Kagome whole, revealing rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth that seemed to stretch into infinity.

Just as Snakey was about to engulf Kagome, Kaze intervened. Her sword cut through the air with preternatural speed, unleashing a gale-force wind that sent the shadowy monstrosity hurtling through the trees.

Nanashi clicked her tongue in mock disappointment. "My, my, you simply can't play fair, can you? I wager neither of you had friends growing up. How tragic!" She massaged her temples dramatically. "Ugh, you're giving me such a headache. Snakey, Hei-long, be dears and handle this mess. I'm in desperate need of tea."

As Nanashi settled onto the ground, conjuring a steaming cup from thin air, the combatants took their positions. Kaze ascended, her divine form radiating power as she faced the colossal dragon awaiting her in the heavens. Below, Kagome steeled herself, eyes darting warily as Snakey melted into the very shadows around her, its presence an ever-present threat.

The air grew thick with anticipation, the very elements holding their breath. Nanashi's voice cut through the silence, gleeful and terrifying in its nonchalance.

"One!" The earth trembled. "Two!" Lightning split the sky. "Three!" Reality itself seemed to warp.

"FIGHT!"

With that single word, all hell broke loose. Kaze and Hei-long collided in the sky, their battle shaking the heavens. On the ground, Kagome spun wildly, trying to predict from where Snakey's first strike would come.

Nanashi sipped her tea, a small smile playing on her lips as she watched the chaos unfold. The battle erupted with cataclysmic force as Kaze unleashed her opening salvo. Her blade sang through the air, releasing a crescent of pure destructive energy hurtling towards Hei-long. The dragon, ancient and terrible in his might, merely flicked a claw, shattering the attack as if it were made of glass.

Undeterred, Kaze's power surged. With a series of intricate movements, she conjured a spectacle both beautiful and terrifying. The very air around her coalesced into a multitude of whirlwinds, each one teeming with hundreds of ethereal weasels. Their forms shimmered with deadly intent, claws honed to impossible sharpness.

The tempest converged on Hei-long, merging into a colossal vortex that engulfed the dragon's massive form. It was as if the sky itself had become a giant, relentless blender, seeking to reduce the legendary beast to shreds.

Yet, against the unfathomable might of Hei-long, even this maelstrom of destruction proved futile. The weasels' claws, capable of rending mountains, barely tickled the dragon's impenetrable hide. A rumbling chuckle emanated from within the storm, a sound that shook the very foundations of reality.

"Ah, how foolish," Hei-long's voice boomed, tinged with amusement. "You wish to play? Then let us truly dance!"

With a movement that defied comprehension, the colossal dragon began to spin. His rotation, counter to the whirlwind's fury, generated forces that threatened to tear the fabric of space-time. Suddenly, like a god unleashing divine judgment, Hei-long's scales launched outward. Each one, harder than the strongest metal and sharper than any blade, became a projectile of unimaginable lethality.

The air filled with a storm of obsidian death. Weasels evaporated by the hundreds, their ethereal forms no match for the dragon's onslaught. The tornado, once a force of nature, was shredded to nothingness in mere seconds.

"Watch it!" Nanashi's shout cut through the chaos, her fist shaking in mock anger.

Hei-long's response dripped with sarcasm, his voice a low rumble that sent tremors through the earth. "My deepest apologies. Precision is rather challenging when one is spinning, you understand."

Seizing what she perceived as an opening, Kaze launched herself at the dragon. Her speed was breath taking, shattering the sound barrier and leaving reality itself struggling to keep up. Her sword, infused with divine power, aimed for Hei-long's heart.

Yet, in the instant before impact, the impossible occurred. Hei-long, a being of such immense size and power, simply vanished. No flash of light, no distortion of space – he was simply gone, as if he had never existed.

“Heh, seems like your trump card's taken off.” she said, a confident smirk playing on her lips as she glanced down at Nanashi.

“Oh, no need to worry, my dear,' Nanashi replied, her gaze fixed on the man in ancient Chinese robes before them. 'He's right here, just indulging in a spot of this exquisite spicy chai. Quite the delightful little respite, wouldn't you say?”

Hei-long, his regal bearing and elegant features commanding attention, arched a brow. “I see, so this and green are your number ones, are they?' he mused, a touch of amusement in his voice. 'How curious, that two could be considered as one.”

Nanashi's eyes twinkled with childlike amusement. 'Well, you know what they say – one plus one equals two, and yet, in the beginning, they are both number one.' She took a sip of her tea, unfazed by Hei-long's imposing presence.

Hei-long's lips curled in a faint smirk. 'You truly do have an answer for everything, don't you?' he murmured, a hint of begrudging respect in his tone.

Kaze's gaze hardened, her expression darkening. 'You both think me a weak, insignificant creature, unworthy of your attention,' she growled, the intensity in her voice belying the calm facade. 'Allow me to show you just how mistaken you are.'

Nanashi glanced up from her cup, a thoughtful expression on her face. “Ah, the impatience of this generation,” she sighed, her gaze meeting Kaze's with a hint of pity. “They do so want everything immediately, don't they?”

But Kaze was not having any of it. A tempestuous surge of power erupted from within her, a verdant radiance that eclipsed the very light of the sky. Her form, once delicate and serene, writhed and contorted, as if birthing a being from the depths of an ancient, primordial sea. Her armor, once a symbol of protection, shattered into a thousand emerald shards, reforming into a second skin, pulsating with an ethereal green light.

Her skin, once pale and flawless, was etched with intricate patterns of verdant energy, like the veins of a living, breathing world. Her eyes, once a soft emerald hue, deepened to an abyssal black, their irises glowing with an otherworldly light. Her nails, once slender and delicate, elongated into razor-sharp talons, their tips shimmering with an iridescent sheen.

Her sword, a symbol of her warrior spirit, transformed before her very eyes, its blade elongating and curving into a deadly scythe, its edge shimmering with an otherworldly energy.

As the transformation reached its zenith, Kaze's form was enveloped in a blinding flash of emerald light. When the light subsided, she stood before them, a being of unparalleled power and beauty. Her hair, once a cascade of dark tresses, now flowed like a river of molten jade, each strand imbued with a life force of its own. Her eyes, once human, now held the wisdom of ages, the power of creation and destruction.

Her presence filled the room, a palpable force that demanded respect and reverence. She was no longer a mere mortal, but a divine entity, a being of unparalleled power and beauty.

Nanashi, spat out her tea, “There!, there!, it is, I knew you she could do it to, that form.”

“What form.” Hei-long asked.

“Bankai, a limit release, I want it.” She said, her eyes burning with an unfathomable hunger.