A zeal unbounded in a zone of turmoil.
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Staring forward, with strong disbelief and dogma to that which was now laid before them, with a strong silence deeply present amongst their fivefold number.
Inside a box Noot had found was an object, of an appearance prismatic and gray with two pyramidal ends and a long cubic center. Across its surface area were red and black markings mostly of loops and quadrilateral shaping, and across its center and from both apexes on all faces ran five colorless lines, and at the center of one face was a hole with a faint yellow glow.
"Is that…it is, isn't it?,” asked Hether, very much worried in her tone and expression. Noot would turn his head to her in affirmation. "It most certainly is…”
"Ahegsı Hhw.” The object proceeded to make a low humming sound, and its lines and markings glowed quite minutely.
"I don't follow…Ahegsı Hhw?,” asked a perplexed Galax, looking at his companions, and answered by Fighter who was found in a focused contemplation. "An ancient relic…but one of foul origin.” "Hm?”
"Ahegsı Hhw…" Noot began to enucleate. "...is a perpetual relic, brought forth from within the firepits of the realm called Khanshin."
"Khanshin?!!” Galax asked, startled. "Yes.”
"And not just that…but its destructive capacity, while noteless,...is said verbatim to have a reach up to greater expanses, even possibly threatening members of the grandiose tapestry's abstract heights, those loftier to the presiders over logical possibilities, and the conventional. Our conventional.” Fighter exposited in expert analytical and recollective prowess, standing alongside the group in their continued encircling, contactless assessment of the object, as Galax began now to gain a heightened understanding of it. "So, well into the higher reaches of the illusive "immaterial" worlds, hm?"
《A thing of beyond immense capacity.》
"Mmm. And considering what it is, and its ability, which, from what I’ve learned, is on the nastier end of the spectrum of reality alteration…" Hether answered, one hand akimbo with her hip slightly pushed outward.
"I don't think it was brought in for party games.”
"I see…but…how did it even get here?" The Kujijin asked, with a bow of his head and folded arms, attempting to uncover the mystery mentally. As did Shinigami, but with a less subtle approach. "I ask the same.”
"My efficiency in multi-checking these sorts of things is at the peak. If the Hhw was here…I should've caught on to it."
"Meaning…" "Meaning, strings have been pulled to facilitate its presence. And even with the absolute security unit. (Even with its few failings…)" Fighter interjected, giving his verdict, as the box was closed by Noot in the background.
"But by who?" Shinigami asked, only to be interrupted by the screeching out of his name by a loud and voracious voice. "SHINIGAMI!!!”
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It was his boss, an Arbo in complete office attire as well, and burning red with rage, and on the very edge of teeming with steam.
"WHAT ARE THESE SCALLYWAGS DOING IN MY BASE OF OPERATIONS?!” He yelled as he stomped towards the group, seemingly shaking the ground and surroundings as he did so, and even perplexing Galax with one of his words. Scallywags?
"I humbly apologize, sir. However, these good people had urgent business.” Shinigami replied. "Urgent or not, you don't just simply invite them in!”
"But…" Shinigami continued on, attempting to resolve the matter peacefully. Then, Noot himself interjected in the discord. "You…Oaōsh, right?"
"Who's the crink asking?" Oaōsh turned his attention from Shinigami to Noot, looking over Shinigami with a raised eyebrow.
"Nothing…just thinking…" Noot continued on, slowly swiping the table upon which the box was laid.
He would end the swipe with a sharp swing.
"Why does your ‘heart’ not match your flesh?"
"The hell are you talking about!?" The Arbo roared with impatience, just as Fighter entered the fray. "He's saying…”
"Your form…is a faux."
Hether and Galax swiftly realized the meaning of the statements, attuning what they themselves could sense but were scrutinous of to those words, and taking more serious postures.
And with a gulp of dumbfoundment and discretion, Oaōsh realized that he had been compromised, and rather swiftly at that.
He attempted escaping with the abilities granted by his faux form, stretching his branch-like arms forward.
In a pacy moment however, Hether traveled like lightning, cutting at his extending branches with a blade of ki and acting as a roadblock between him and his getaway.
The others were quick to follow in surrounding him. Then Hether pressed a button behind her which seemed to shut the entrance, and all prepared for an interrogative session with this scheming being.
"We have a few questions…‘Oaōsh’.”Fighter declared with the coldest of glares.
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Meanwhile, in the main Coliseum and Field, another battle played out, one which drew in the audiences who responded with amassed cheers. A battle of fury and intensity, burning in its progress like a supergiant star even despite the gap between the two. For initially it seemed one had allowed for the other to compete against him by reducing drastically the degree of his power, though such could’ve also been seen as a cocky display.
《Concurrently, within the Field had the final battle of the Fourth Round begun. A contest bright as day, but spotted in its own ways. With shockwaves and slashes and clouds of dust all to boost, the ferocity could be sensed from even beyond the depths of space and time.》
And irregardless, the other fought on, valiantly and with determination, pushing forward relentlessly, and with multiple of his attacks of manipower did he push his adversary to the brink.
《And irregardless of his status as the underdog, he…》
However, even that proved not enough. And with a quick boost in power, he was easily surmounted and surpassed. And thus beaten, eliminated and unconscious was Kuroko, as grealty above the ground which he lay floated Bbenson, who relished in his victory to the greatest reaches.
《Would…fall…to the true cruelty of fate to its subjects.》
Thus did the fourth round reach its end, leaving its champions to rest and lick their wounds, and prepare themselves for the coming trials.
But their rest was not one of long, and the wheels received no such privilege, spun yet again in a jiffy, all to determine the beginning of the Fifth…
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