> New beginnings are afoot. A journey, wondrous and beautiful, yet horrific and saddening. This existence of ours. That's what it is.
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《In the Very Beginning, The Very One...there was the Truest Oneness, All-and-Beyond.》
《But then came THE command, "propagating" the Point, leading to the divide. The divide that created the greatest States.》
《One of which was "The Light". Within which were formed "Existences". Of modal logic, and of wholeness...》 《And from them all, would “tales” be formed…》
LAW/VERSE
Within view, a small planet, pink clouds flowing above its surface, one of proportionate greenish-blue water bodies and lush green lands. Its star shines behind it brightly, giving life and light to its satellite world.
《A world mid-rotation, another day cycle for the Bū planet of the first continuum world within the fifth of twenty "bubble realities" of the "Drabol" Macrocosm, a universe in the Greater Multiverse, while the world's mother star shines brightly at its edge. Positioned as a part of the greater archversal expanse, a "hair" of all existence. Unbeknownst to the great majority, this planet of seeming normalcy would kickstart the even greater events, forever to be etched.》
"What's it this time?" "He's a helpful kid, but he really is peculiar…"
《As in a small town in its Daimon District.》
Two residents, of the near-humanoid Djin, a race possessing notable horns of differing appearances and variety in body shapes and skin and hair coloration, clothed, conversed with each other as they looked skywards, within the streets of what looked to be a buzzing small town, with structures of bizarre shapes, brick roads and many kiosks.
《Lived the "tough" Djin race, who were the main species of the planet. Of well-accounted physical features of pure black sclera, varying horns and skin colorations of red, pink, turquoise and grey.》
Behind them, a crowd began to form, muttering and chatting about what seemed to focus attention on. "Hey, kid! What's the aim this time?"
《For many a-thing, they are lauded. Supernaturality. Multiplex esotericisms. An "inherent maliciousness" and "monstrous humanity”. Regardless…》
“Oh, nothing too big,” responded a younger one of their kin with a slightly high-pitched voice and a smile that displayed his slightly prominent incisors. He, who was of a greatly pale pink coloration, and two slightly thick curved horns like a goat's on his scalp's upper corners, and even paler pink spiky hair in undercut fashion, had round black eyes with rare shining golden irides, a circular face, hairless but defined brows, darkened hemispheric muffs with a bit of a slanting upward point on the "helix" for ears, a short and pointed nose, and stood of just about average stature for his people, though below the human standard, having a compact frame with decent muscularity, and marked with interconnected spirals around his collar area, tiny pores across the length of the outer sides of his arms, blacken nails, and donning white harem pants with a black waistband which had a golden plate at its front, combined with black boots and bands on his wrists and right upper arm, the former with yellow soles and the latter outlined with yellow threads. Perched atop a tree, he enacted manual organizing of some items in artisanal fashion. "Jus~t setting up a little something for today's visitor."
《Djin Probacon. Apt Pure-kind Djin. Age 16.》
“The Bosobo…? Good grief…let me guess, you've been planning this for years?” One other Djin asked. Then Probacon came leaping down to the surface with an exquisite curled somersault, all the while another ran towards the crowd in the foreground. “Yup-yup!”
“I did what you asked…,” said the aforementioned Djin with heavy pants and hands on his knees, colored red and with red irides, short hair and outward curving horns in a simple vest and pants combination. Probacon meanwhile, landed onto the topsoil with flair.
“Great~!”
He then turned to the crowd and gestured at them. “Alright! You folks should go about as usual. I'll be dealing with Big Angry.”
Probacon zipped off towards another place, inattentive to the clamors and questions behind him. “Should you really be challenging that thing?”
《A Bosobo,..》
A shadowy visage of near-inaccurate portrayal. Only imagery of features of a hairy behemoth with a trunk, a mane, curved spikes on its back, tiger paws for forelimbs and horse hooves for hindlimbs, a round fluffy tail, and eyes filled with apathy could be used to describe its nature.
《An ancient creature as grand as mansions. A beast which awoke once every twenty years to ravage the folk of this one town. Upon noticing its appeasal after eating its fill, the townsfolk prepared in advance for its next rampage by storing as much food as possible to feed the creature, something done at this time as well.》
The young Probacon smiled in anticipation as he charged through town, acting to provide aid as he always had, and to prove and test his capabilities once again, this time against the great destructiveness posed before him.
“It's come!”
The monster had appeared in the far distance, roaring tremendously, making way to the usual site of food gathering, which was located at an area a great distance from the town.
Probacon looked to the beast focusedly, taking immediate note of it, its size and speed. He made haste, and with an incredible rapidity, quickly sprinted over to the site.
The monster had now reached there in ample time, preparing to feast on all the delicacies before it.
But as it stuck its jaw into the gargantuan heap, the beast would be left unalert to and then stunned by the sudden vanishing of each and every article of food.
“Phwwwwwhht!,” whistled something, drawing the Bosobo's attention to itself.
“Sucks when your food's taken from ya unfairly, huh? Welp, nothing a little magic can't fix…”
"But sorry to say, big guy, but no more freebies this year, or any other from now on!,” retorted a grinning Probacon at the beast, rested on his back against a tree.
“GRAAAR!!!” The Bosobo roared thunderously, swiftly swinging a claw at Probacon, who it deemed a threat.
Probacon however, would quickly duck the claw, compressing his rather amorphous form with ease, and ready to kickstart his own offensive action.
Springing from his compressed position, he would constantly zip about the beast in mannerisms like a fly's, traveling as nigh-untraceable flashes to a naked eye, striking it on occasion with punches and kicks doused in a class of energy. But as the Bosobo was a durable creature, being able to withstand explosions from a vast array of nuclear warheads all at once, Probacon's momentary force was but a great insignificance.
The beast retaliated, sending Probacon flying great lengths backwards through a nearby forest with a swipe of its left forelimb, devastating the surroundings as well.
"Agh!" Probacon groaned as he crashed onto a tree, now marked by a deep wound on his chest from the attack. But due to its and his natures, he chose to ignore it.
And in a brief moment, the bruise would quickly be repaired, as though it were never there in the first place.
Lifting up its trunk and opening its mouth, the beast continued in its attacks, beginning to concentrate within its gape a mighty amount of physical energy.
"Crap…"
Then the Bosobo shot out the energy as a beam, aiming it towards the Djin.
But with his aforementioned speed, he managed to hurl himself away from the likely collision point, causing the attack to hit only the nearby trees, and leading to a devastating burst there born from the beam's consecutive exploding, sending debris of wood and dirt flying all about.
"If that's how you wanna play it…"
Probacon placed his opened right hand in his front. And using magic, he slowly materialized a thin-bladed katana with a wider tip out of thin air, with a black, white and yellow hilt and a bacon-like guard that hooked downwards.
And with a sturdy grip, he quickly grasped the weapon's hilt in his hand.
~Insect Style: First Form!~. In a buzzing burst of speed, he stung the sword into the beast's forelimb.
It appeared ineffective, and the Bosobo casually flicked both Probacon and the sword away.
It turned towards him, once again preparing to attack the young Djin.
All of a sudden, it felt a sharp, deteriorating pain that caused its eyes to bulge, and its veins began popping out with a purplish hue.
With the beast beginning to stumble about, spewing out blood from its mouth in the midst of that, Probacon observed it, sitting into a more casual posture. "Huh. Was expecting a bigg’un like you to resist poison far more easily…”
In a vain attempt, the Bosobo tried to muster its strength and attempted to release its energy beam once more.
But there was no success for it in this endeavor, as the poison's spread became far too great and much too unbearable, seen by the creature’s heightening roars of pain.
"Seeing how tough you are, that one strike won't enough…so I'll use a greater technique!”
~Insect Style: Third Form!!~ With his speed, Probacon went on to fiercely lunge into the Bosobo in multiple vital spots hexagonally with his weapon in a short timerate, killing it instantly.
The dead creature finally fell to the floor with a powerful thud, as Probacan let out a huge sigh, both of relief and release.
Cheers began to echo from the edges of town, which he himself promptly heard.
And in a smidge of self-satisfaction, he smiled a little.
So he began heading back into town, making haste in his movement.
He passed through the same prior forest, and as he did so, he felt the presences of many watching him as he ran. Out came the various creatures of the land, hiding from and affected by the battle.
Probacon swiftly began to use his speed to give aid to them in various ways.
"Don't worry guys. That oversized wildebeest won't be back ever again." He said, helping a bizarre chick back to its nest and to its mother.
"Bye!" He saluted to them, zipping away as the animals made various vocalizations in their universal gratefulness.
In the town, his deed would truly have sparked uncontested conversation. "The boy actually did it!” "He's a natural!" "Amazing!" “Is his mother nearby?!”
“We should host a celebratory festival!” “I concur!!!”
Probacon finally raced into their midst, rained on with praise.
"To Pro, the one who can do it all!”
"Thanks, but I just did it 'cause of the story's of that thing's nuisance (can't have that). And it seemed like prime testing for me."
"Same as always with you. Even if you say that, our words remain genuine, young man,” gleefully said an elder Djin, plump and round with grey coloration, closed eyes and two straight horns pointed upwards, wearing a green robe and multicoloured metal headdress, with his hands placed into the opposite sleeves of the robe.
"...Thanks." Probacon said softly "Hey, Pro-boy. here comes your mother."
"Pro…,” said a female Djin in a gentle feminine tone, sharing many facial similarities with Probacon, though slightly shorter, red-irised, with interwoven hair and horns that coiled up, wearing a grey sleeveless dress with fringes at the base, and an orange cloth placed over her shoulders and tied at the meeting point of where her collarbone would be.
《Alrea. Probacon's mother. Age 320.》
"Whatcha think?” He asked hands akimbo and with confident brevity, drawing a chuckle from her.
"You're becoming a fine fellow, my son. I'm very proud, and so are many others here."
"Well, I'm glad to have gotten such opportunities in my life…”
“...But right now I'm really more interested in whenever that party starts. I'm starving. Must either be the energy used or it fed off my lunch psychically, which wow, no surprise…that thing puts the ‘ton’ in gluttony!"
Many of the townsfolk roared in laughter, for his humorous quips were a thing of common occurrence.
Nevertheless, the preparations for the celebration began.
And it took its place and ran its course, and was it an enjoyable one, full of food, dance and memory making.
As the young Djin himself would say, it was truly "QUITE the fiesta!"
***
Hours would have passed, and the event had reached its end and the Djin of this town cleaned up and returned to all their residences.
《A few hours later.》
“Oof!” Probacon grunted with a slump onto the lounge chair in his house's main room, with his mother not too far from him as she carried physically and levitated mystically some material. "Pro, remember to do that thing tomorrow, alright?"
"Yeah, mom. That one's...not too hard, after all…,” He responded with little care in his tone, and a nonchalant fling of his right hand. “That response...”
“This is not a 'redundant' task I'm asking of you. Yes, it's not the helping acts which I know you love doing and I admire you for doing. But that task is not lesser to them. And what precisely is the end goal of those…?" She asked him.
"Hmmm….don't know, honestly. Guess, maybe with this, I can discover the path."
"One like your father's?" "Maybe…" He replied with an aversive and widened glance.
The short exchange drew an air of uneasy silence.
"I see. He was–." She stated in a trite tone, swiftly interrupted by her son. “A good person, I know."
"Yes, but…I feel…should you be trying this hard to emulate him?"
Probacon looked at her, filled with worry and discomfort in his expression.
He sighed as he responded. "Well, I wouldn't know. I was barely a year old when he was ‘taken’, wasn't I? And for a good cause too. Maybe that's why. Maybe I'm drawn by that, to find something even bigger. He sounded amazing, and replicating him doesn't sound too bad. Even if just a little, y'know?"
Alrea proceeded to sigh, finally placing down on a stool the material she was carrying.
She looked at her son with a distraught face, wondering of the fate of this path, the nature of its journey, and its final destination, amongst other things of the past.
Jin… She thought, recalling the name of her lost love.
"I can't do much for your decisions, but I can give advice and support, because that will always be my role in your life."
"Thanks. I'm going out for a bit.” “Oh…okay…”
He walked outside of their silo-shaped red-and-green home, closing the door behind him in concurrence.
Stolen novel; please report.
And in the nearby field of short, swaying grass he sat, staring into the night sky with blades of grass in his grasp.
With a mystic power he and other of his kind, he transmuted the blades in his squeezed hand into red-and-white striped candy canes.
He kicked back and laid down, staring at the constellations, noting once again their patterns, forming some of his own amongst the innumerable count, most notably one in a fluffy shape akin to cotton candy.
He beheld meteors and comets motioning across the night sky, the twinkling stars and cosmic clouds, entering a deep thought with a candy cane sticking from his mouth, reflecting himself unto the imagery.
《Dreaming of a greater role far beyond. And yet…》
I wonder, maybe that cause is somewhere beyond here…
***
He flashed back. To events in the time of his quinquennial years, in the middle of a stroll around town as he fiddled with his hands, recalling a conversation he and his mother had as she carried out tasks. “Ma…”
《He finds himself still saddled on memories from yesteryears.》
"Yes, my dear?" She replied, engrossed with the plates which she cleaned. "What was Pop like?"
She stopped what she did with a final, slow swipe of the sponge in her hand.
With a steady motion, she slowly placed them down. "Your father was…”
“A good person. Always looking to help, always sacrificing. He was someone who...just wanted to do good. Nothing more, nothing less. No matter the cost. He believed that everyone had a good cause. Something that made them destined to be able to choose to do right, regardless of anything else. That's the kind of man he was, and amongst the reasons I fell for him."
The words resonated with him, and he contemplated them with closed eyes. Doing…good…
“KYAAA!!” A sudden scream echoed, gaining his immediate attention.
He looked to his side to see a group of Djins suddenly gather on a bridge that was surrounded by buildings on either side. In their midst, a girl of their race slightly younger than him reached out towards a river under a bridge.
"Help! Mr. Blumi fell into the river! He can't swim. Someone help!" She cried out with tears in her eyes, referring to her pet, a strange looking canine, visibly being overwhelmed by the river's current, and with a blatantly noticeable fear in its eyes.
"That river is the fastest moving in these parts. No way anyone who's not a high-level swimmer can navigate it!" "B-but…Mr. Blumi…"
"Sorry little one, we can't do much." "He's all that's left for me now. Please, someone–."
Without a second of thought, Probacon bolted past the crowd and jumped into the river, much to the shock of everyone.
"Hey, is that kid crazy!?" "He's gonna get himself killed!"
But as he traversed the stream, their words mattered little to him at that moment. He only cared about only one thing: doing good.
The little girl stared at his act in awe and joy.
He swam and swam, seeming to disregard even his own limitations.
He kept on going, managing to navigate all the turbulent currents off just pure will and instinct.
And even as it seemed the animal would move faster and further, he did not relent, pushing closer until he reached his objective.
And through the mightiest of willpowers, hr reached and saved the animal, and grabbed onto a low-hanging branch from a nearby tree.
But the branch broke, compelled to by the sheer force from the river's current.
It drew a sharp action from him, as he grabbed hold of the tree by extending one of his horns and coiling it around the trunk.
He would eventually pull himself and the animal out, bending over and gasping for air. Meanwhile, individuals from that croud raced on over to him. "Stupid kid! Are you crazy!?"
"You would've died. And in idiotic fashion as well." "Why jump headfirst into a turbulent river to save one pet?"
"BECAUSE–!” Probacon shouted at the top of his lungs, pushing his head forward, and gaining the attention of the gatherers.
"Because she said, he was all she had left. She must lonely enough if that's the case, and this loss would just worsen her situation. It wouldn't be...a good thing to do. It wouldn't be the good thing."
He walked towards the girl with her pet in hand. "Here you go. He's a little wet, but nothing a towel can't fix."
"Thank you! Thank you so much!" She said with tears welling up, taking the creature in her arms. "I didn't know what to do. It seemed hopeless, but you came in and helped me. I know I can't say it enough times, but still, thank you!"
"Eh, it's no biggie really. I just–."
"PRO!" A voice shouted from a distance. It was his mother, who had heard what happened and came rushing.
"Pro!" She said as she caught him in her arms. "Mom…"
"Are you trying to kill me of heartache? What was that? Why would–."
"Mom, look behind you.”
She turned around to see the little girl, holding her still wet pet in her arms.
"Oh. I see," she remarked with a light chuckle. "You jumped in to save it. Is this about what I said back home?”
Probacon responded by pouting and shrinking himself nervously, which his mother instantly took notice of.
“Haah. The number of times I saw your father do that. Apple doesn't fall far from the tree, they say…”
Probacon's mouth opened in amazement by her endearing words. It would quickly form into a smile of the utmost positivity, born from the knowledge he had gained here, that which was substantial to his development.
Many townsfolk gathered, showering the boy with praise of his bravery and will.
《This would be the beginning of many. The good works of the hand of this one child.》
***
He would stop reliving past memories. And chuckled about how idiotically hopeful his younger self was, still deep in his stargazing. "I really was like that, huh?"
Suddenly, what initially seemed to look like a star seemed to draw nearer and nearer. Instantly kipping up in panic, he readied himself for the probable trouble it posed.
However, that "star" was really not a true star, but rather a colossal being clothed in pure white light and garb, completely encompassed by a bright spherical aura, with wings extending from its rear, noteworthy traits of some sprites and fairies. A being of divine beauty so great its light obstructed it, and of utmost importance in the omniverse. And a being that shrunk as he neared that little globe,.
The people of the town, and the entire planet would rush out, in anticipation of what its purpose was, why it had visited their humble abode.
"Peace be upon ye, Djin o' Bū o' Drabol." It said in an echoing voice. "I am UEUI, and I cometh bearing the word."
"The Eternal Grandmaster Deity and Maker o' All doth speak. A gala, contested by a hundredth o' creations from ‘round all reality, representing the vast cosmoses and natures."
"Thoust people hath been made special, as from thou shall a 'champion' come forth in honour. Cometh withal wisdom; as whosoever cometh from thee shall dictate how thou art perceived by the greater all."
The citizens of the planet began to converse amongst themselves, in wonder of what the intent of this was and who would be chosen.
The heads of different towns and jurisdictions began to prepare to gather for that purpose asked of them.
However, UEUI interjected in their plans. "Invoke thineselves not, elders o' the land. I seeketh the truest path, and for a lone one to rise and make claim! Thus saith the Will o' the Maker!"
This astonished almost all the Djin. Someone now had to come out willingly? Many thought, an act which most recluded from, hoping for the decision of the heads.
Amongst themselves they murmured, wondering who out of them all would act as told.
UEUI looked down, saddened by the lack of vitality amongst them, but waited patiently as he had been commanded to. Until…
"I'll go!" A young voice exclaimed, the voice of Probacon, with his hand raised amidst the crowd. Could this be…?
"Thee, child?" UEUI questioned, with a hint of surprise at the response. "Yeah!"
The reception for his claim was mixed, such that it could be felt even from the upper atmosphere of the planet, with the prevalent thought in regards to the gall of such a young individual.
Even still, he was adamant. "I'll go! I'll be our champion."
"Why should'st thou be chosen, favoured amongst others?"
"Yeah, why should he?" UEUI would hear from across the planet.
"Why should a kid go when we have better people for the job?" "Yeah, give us your reason, brat!"
The planet would rise in uproar, questioning the idea of an inexperienced youngster representing them.
He would respond however, forever adamant. "I can do it! Just you watch–."
"Pro, don't just charge into this headfirst!" His mother interrupted, as she rushed over to his side. "Mom…"
"Do you know what this path is? What if you lose? What if you're dishonoured? What if–."
He proceeded to interrupt, placing his hands on her shoulders. "And what if I don't?... Nothing changes. I'll still be here, with no idea where I'm headed. I want that change. To show what I can do. To give this planet pride, and as for failure…”
“I don't believe in it!" He said, turning to UEUI, with a face full of confidence and a demeanour of pure resolve.
"Pro…"
UEUI chuckled. "Thou art but a stubborn mule. But thou hath shown the ardor I hadst seeked. And with the people's nod, which marry hath been given unto thee, it is now thine right! Thus saith I, Servant o' the Grandmaster Deity. Djin Probacon, I decree thee; a valorant one of Drabol!"
Probacon smiled in appreciation, and his mother let off a relieved sigh.
There were murmurs across the town and mostly the planet, in relation to whether or not the choice was the right one.
"But first..." UEUI stated, gaining the attention of all.
"A trial."
"Eh?" Probacon asked with a befuddled face.
He was suddenly taken elsewhere, much to the shock of everyone, especially his mother. "Pro!"
"What happened to my son?" She asked UEUI, who remained the same in composure.
"Fear not, for the sirrah is well. I hath simply taken him to a place o' trial. For before all…he shalt prove his worth." UEUI stated, relieving Alrea and many others of their worry.
In that place, Probacon began getting up as he groaned, holding his face. "Ow..."
Suddenly, UEUI appeared before him, prompting the to enter a military posture.
"Young Djin." UEUI said. "Sir! Yes, sir!" Probacon responded in a loud tone of obedience and a respectful fear of the divine being in his eyes.
"Hither, thy shall prove thine capacities. Provide thyself worthy. Not to I...but thine brethren." UEUI orated, showing a projection of the entire Bū planet watching them both.
Probacon looked in awe.
He then slapped his palms onto his cheeks and shook his head vigorously, preparing himself for the challenges ahead.
"I'm ready, Sir!" He exclaimed with a determined expression.
"Please, it is ‘holy one’.” UEUI said, causing Probacon's face to become flushed with embarrassment.
Regardless, the tests began. The first stage: traversing a great lake of fire, which roared at extreme temperatures.
The fire protruded and erupted at many different points, and the heat seemed strong enough to melt even surrounding areas.
Well…this is a crapload of a first test…, thought a bamboozled Probacon, staring with a bleak bemusement in his disbelief at the landscape before him.
“Go forth!” UEUI exclaimed, jolting Probacon into action.
Probacon was sharp to notice the many platforms spread across the lake at similar distances, which seemed to be elevated from the lake's bottom.
He jumped onto one, but it instantly crumbled. “Gah!”
Fortunately, his malleable body would act as his saving grace, and Probacon used his to stretch himself onto a safer platform and lie on it.
I'm dying soon… He thought in a sort of acceptance, nervously unsteady upon the rock.
Others watched on, fearful of this development.
Wait…the training I've been doing has had similar intensities to this… He thought, remembering the many various training methods he used, including striking at cliffsides, strenuous handstand push-ups, swimming through turbulent currents, practising swordsmanship with trees, meditating at the extreme upper ends of the atmosphere, and engaging in survival trails.
《Day by day, the boy had grown. Unlocking something anew by refining himself past his boundaries.》
So he got onto his feet, with a more confident demeanour though still woth the preexisting nerves. So I should take this challenge as the exam for those!
He then began using speed and skill to traverse the lake, effectively choosing the right platforms through intuition, and using his physical and esoteric capabilities.
He eventually made it to the end with little issue.
《Flaming Ocean. Traversed.》
A collective relief passed through his hometown, primarily of his mother Alrea.
Suddenly, he was swept into another place. This time the bottom of an arctic sea of extreme cold, leaving Probacon with a feeling of confusion and dread.
He looked down, bewildered by the sight of a heavy ball attached to his leg via a chain.
“For thy next act; swim to the surface, e'en with that ball o' ore tied to you,” echoed the voice of UEUI.
Initially, he struggled, overexerting himself due to the depths and the ball chain, which weighed exponentially more than it looked.
But then he composed himself, remembering that this was not something he could die to, placing his focus only on the goal at hand.
He began swimming upwards. Doing his best to reach the surface.
He struggled at times, but he still carried on.
And eventually, he burst through the surface, breathing in with a huge gasp the gases at their normal state.
《Waters of the Deep. Escaped.》
He was then immediately taken to another place, this time a dusty and windy desert, with a scarcity of lifeforms.
Instantly, things began rising from the sand, to which Probacon swiftly reacted by stepping backwards.
They were greatly wrapped spirits, positioned and glaring at the young Djinn with the intent to attack.
“Thou should'st wot the next trial, I trow…” UEUI stated as he stepped away.
Probacon turned to the spirits with a confident smirk.
He bolted at the spirits, preparing his arsenal for combat.
Initially, he was overwhelmed by their numbers, constantly getting struck by them. Again. And again. And again.
All of a sudden, he landed a solid right jab to the jaw of one of the spirits.
The punch was strong enough to send the spirit flying backwards, causing the surrounding sand to rise.
I get it now… He mentated with a glare of focus, catching onto the spirits’ tactics and coming up with some of his own.
He began acting on his tactics, using his body; ki, the so-called “tangible life essence”; and magic to individually focus on and incapacitate each single spirit one after the other.
One he transformed into a chocolate bar. Another he blasted and vaporised with a beam of "ki". Another he struck with a magical bolt. Another he absorbed into himself in an uncanny manner through his chest. Another he cut down with his blade, slicing through his midsection completely and causing blood to spill out from the severed areas. And the last he struck hard enough to completely knock out, sending teeth and blood flying from its mouth.
He then stood over his downed adversaries with a bold stance, noting his victory.
《Victory in pure combat.》
"Now…the last." UEUI spoke, suddenly appearing much to Probacon's shock.
He created a giant pillar within their dimension of location, one that stretched high into its sky.
"Fall but ne'er once. And thy place as champion o' this world...thine without doubt.” He said to Probacon.
Probacon looked up, determined to prove himself.
He climbed, with vigour and wit, choosing the right spots at the right time.
Improving his physical capabilities with the aforementioned ki, he kept pushing to the end.
And though there were moments he looked to falter, he was pushed forward by undying will, and the support of the entire Bū planet.
I will…! He echoed in his mind with a gritty expression, looking to further his life quest.
Eventually, he reached the top, which happened to be a portal back home.
As he passed through the portal, he was received with monumental cheers, a testament to himself and his drive.
His mother rushed to him, hugging him in joy and pride. He reciprocated this, as joyful as can be.
UEUI nodded in approval, officially choosing him as the world's champion.
《The one true Champion of his corporeality he had become.》
***
A new day cycle had begun on the planet, a vibrant and energetic morning.
《The next “day” on the Bū planet.》
Probacon had already prepared his items, completely set to go on his new odyssey. "You sure you have everything?" "Yeah, mom. (You're worrying too much again.)"
"I know. It's just…my son, a champion of our world. It fills me with both great pride and terrible worry at this moment."
He sighed, realising nothing could change that nature of hers.
But it was as endearing as it ever was, and so he smiled.
He then went ahead to hug her. "Well, all I really need from you is a goodluck."
"Alright then. Good luck, son. Both from me and your father."
Probacon's eyes raised in a shock, lost for words from her words.
He hugged her more tightly, already beginning to miss his mother, who had been his guide for as long as he remembered, with only sadness in his eyes.
He reminisced on some of the times they shared together, before finally letting her go.
"Valorant one, it is time…" Two humanoids, tall, wearing unearthly suits and cosmic helmets, appeared before them. They possessed a strange semicircular device with various keys and controls.
"On my way! See you later, mom."
"Yeah, goodbye…" She said with tears streaming down her face.
Around their home, were people of the town, cheering him on, and across the planet, others wished him luck as he walked towards the men. Believing that their champion would bring them great success and victory.
"So, are you ready, young Djin?" One of the men asked in a celestial, semi-robotic tone when Probacon finally reached near them.
Probacon responded with a bold smile of a mixture of emotions, but especially of anticipation. "Hell yeah!...I guess."
The men would look and nod at each other.
They simultaneously press keys on the device, distorting space-time, and beginning to take them and Probacon towards their desired location, and the beginning of his yet known grandiose journey, and his destiny…
《A sharp smile, a determined spirit, Probacon now walks a path uncharted, headfirst…》
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