Zonaba
“My name…is Zonaba, I am the son of billionaire Sasuke Torsama Sadly, he’s never valued me much, in fact…Sometimes I question if he even knows I exist. My mother Crystal left my father when I was five, so I know very little about her. Since father doesn’t bother with me I decided to study unique hobbies such as different fighting styles; Martial Arts, Jujitsu, even magic. Though some that catch me reading it just say I’m wasting my time or a creep. I’m now 16 years old, gold hair, hazel eyes and skinny…
Chapter 1 A boy's normal life
Zonaba stood outside the school when someone bumped into him, causing him to drop the book of mystic spells and incantations. As he squatted down to reach for it a hand swiped it out of his grip.
“Oh we reading about magic again?” Eric taunted, Eric was one of the jocks that made fun of him on a daily bases. Zonaba took a deep breath replying “Come on Eric school's about to start. I need that back. The teen grinned and kept it out of the boy's reach.
“If you want it, you’ll have to fight me for it” Eric dropped it onto the brick steps and threw a quick but hard punch in the boy’s direction. However, the jock focused on just his brute force leaving himself open. Zonaba stepped aside dogging the blow, still managing to strike the bully in the rips. His other jock friends from the football team were coming up when they saw their star cornerback on his knees with the wind knocked out of him.
“Y-you’ll regret…that” he responded still having trouble getting his air back. The wealthy teen just picked up his book and hurried to class while the jocks helped Eric to his feet. “He's so dead”…The blonde teen spent his classes studying the dark arts of magic while keeping up with his assignments. As the bell rang for lunch, he found a mystic symbol that is said to call upon spirits to aid them. He Took out a sharpened pencil and carved an ‘X” inside a circle with a small triangle in the center. Blood proceeded to run down his hand onto his desk. He quickly cleaned off his desk then covered his hand with his jacket’s sleeve.
Zonaba ran into the bathroom still concealing the bleeding area. Luckily no one was around as he washed it then went to the nurse to wrap a bandage around it…
Finally the day had ended and the student made his way down the brick steps when his hand with the symbol started to burn. That’s when Eric once again showed up. “Hey Ass wipe…we aren’t done with you, since you humiliated me in front of my boys, we’re gonna give you a beat down!” He and the other three jocks approached him cracking their knuckles. They each began throwing punches but missed each shot as if they were moving in slow motion. Zonaba either dogged or caught their fists.
“Fight back damn it!?” The boy yelled as they continued. Suddenly the wealthy teen ducked under two jocks, causing them to strike one another across the face. Once wide open, he dripped them with a round house. The other two looked with surprise but leapt toward him. The burn on his magic symbol multiplied when his body moved on it’s own, he smacked their hands away before punching Eric in the face, then elbowing the last remaining jock in the rips. Causing them to collapse on the floor next to the others.
“There, that takes care of those losers, at least for now”
CHAPTER 2 Learn True Magic
He made his way up the long flight of stairs into the long hall that led to his room. He sat on his bed reading more about magical symbols when there was a knock on his door.
Sir, are you alright in there?” The teen set the book face down as their butler walked in. His name was Omar Tabaskis.
“I’m fine Omar, just tired from school”
“Ah, would school be where you got this?” He quickly revealed the boys scar shaped into a magic symbol. “Sir, why mark yourself with Highdem’s symbol? It may have the ability in needed combat. However, I assure you…everything magic comes at a price” Zonaba watched as the servant took his used cup and plate before leaving to do the dishes…
The boy looked at his hand with the symbol…“Hmm…he’s probably right, but nothing’s happen yet. I’ll just wait and see what happens”
As the days went on he learned all sorts of spells and techniques. One day as he was coming home from school, a man stopped him aiming a gun toward his chest. “Hand over the stuff and you can walk away” Zonaba laughed under his breath and replied : “If you want my stuff so bad…come take it” The man grinned his teeth in anger.
“You think I’m bluffing? I will kill you!” Zonaba laughed again stepping closer.
“Go ahead then” the boy said in a soft tone. Snapping the man fired several shots directly aimed for the boy. Zonaba did a quick hand motion, the bullets all fell to the ground with a clink as his wounds and clothes healed and fixed. His attacker stood there shaking in fear as Zonaba stepped past the bullets and shells even closer. He slammed his palm hard against the man’s chest then walked past him.
“I-I can’t move!?” The thug exclaimed falling onto the pavement, aware but paralyzed.
(Looks like I was pretty good with using the Healing technique along with finding the man’s pressure point. Surprising I only had to strike one to get the effect I needed”
One night the boy found an advertisement about a fighting event taking place in the next few days. He smiled deciding he would take part in the contest hoping his growing super natural abilities would help him achieve victory or at the least 2nd place. The day before the contest the servant came in once more. “Sir, I don’t think it’s a good idea to go to that fighting tournament”
“Just how do you know I’m going to a fighting tournament?”
“Master Zonaba, what kind of servant would I be if I didn’t keep an eye on what goes on in this house”
“Even so Omar, no one’s stopping me from going to that event” The suited man sighed replying : “Very well master Zonaba, I’m not her to stand in your way, merely to serve and rarely offer advice” He again left the room…
Finally it was time for the event, his father was busy in his study like he always was. Zonaba opened his window and walked across the roof before dropping into the grass below. Luckily the event wasn’t too fire so he could walk the way there. Took him about 20 minutes to get there, he had a few minutes before they were scheduled to begin. He managed to get himself on the board and waited for his first fight…Once it was his round he stood up walking down the stairs of the crowd stepping onto the stage.
“Round two : Zonaba VS. Maximus!” The announcer shouted holding the microphone close to his face. A bell rang out signaling the start of the fight. Max was a buff red haired man with hazel eyes. He dashed straight for his opponent, just as he went for a blow to the face Zonaba evaded it by an inch.
“You’re open!” The boy yelled punching his target in the ribs knocking the air out of his lungs.
“Ack!” He coughed stepping back a few feet. He clutched the wounded area trying to catch his breath. Once his breath went back to normal, Max leapt up several feet off the ground going for a kick. The crowd watched in amazement as again the attack missed. Zonaba roundhouse kicked his foe off his feet then elbowed him in the ribs. The audience was in shock by a young modern boy capable of such speed and technique.
Max laid there unable to get back up. “one…two…three! Winner Zonaba, he will be moving on to the next round!” As he made his way up the leaderboard, parts of the crowd finally began cheering for him. It had been nearly four hours, now it was time for the final match : “Zonaba VS. Okturo” An undefeated champion that had a 20 win streak going.
“Heh, a puny kid like you should’ve staid home in your mommy’s arms” He taunted cracking his knuckles. His foe was nearly seven feet, much taller than the average person. Not only that, Okturo was much more built than the others.
(This guy can’t be human…that or the man does nothing but work out)
“Your move small fry” Okturo mocked once more. Zonaba took in a deep breath clinching his fists together, suddenly his muscle mass greatly multiplied as if he worked out daily. Once buffed up Zonaba went for an attack, he threw his left fist forward but was blocked by his foe’s wrist. It was almost like hitting a wall. Okturo hadn’t even budged from his attack.
“Heh, I can see surprise in your eyes. I’m guessing you had no clue that my endurance was so great. Let me show you how a real man punches” The super human-like man threw his fist straight for the teen’s face, luckily he caught it just in time. It felt as though the entire stage shook from the force of his attack.
(This is an unnecessary technique but might as well use it to test this man’s endurance further) Zonaba managed to force Okturo’s hand away letting him get some distance. He made multiple hand signs then threw both hands left and right, a green wave of light filled the building.
(I did it!) The teen though seeing everything frozen in time. He threw a barrage of strikes before being tired out quickly. “W-wow looks like using time stop techniques pull a great toll on my stamina” Once the boy was drained, time began moving again. Okturo fell to one knee from his torso being worn down by all the damage sustained in such a short amount of time.
Zonaba was sweating from his assault along with time stop adding a great deal of stress to his body. He watched his opponent carefully knowing if they were to attack once more, the super natural teen wouldn’t have enough strength to stop an incoming attack. Luckily his target gave out hitting the stage face first out cold.
“One…two…three! It’s over, Okturo’s streak has finally ended and we have a new champion : Zonaba!” They all rose to their feet cheering and clapping for the new winner of the event. “Along with gaining the title of top fighter, you also get one million dollars!” A women walked onto the stage handing him a large check.
“Thank you all, I can’t wait to fight in the next event” He went home to see police cars all around his house. He transported his check into his room before running up to the group of cars. “What’s happened!?” He called out. An officer turned to him replying : “Do you live here sir?”
“Yes I do” He answered.
“Well son, I’m sorry to tell you this but…your father’s been murdered” Zonaba fell to his knees in tears crying. The officer placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder to comfort him. Once they had left, Zonaba searched his house for any clues to who could’ve killed his father. Since they never really interacted the teen was clueless to any suspects who could’ve done it. He noticed a faint trail of blood as though his father had been wounded but attempted to escape or call for help.
But the trail of blood ended just a few steps down the main staircase. He decided to look through his book of spells to find anything that could help him figure it out…
“Let's see…there’s a reveal spell, maybe that could help” He closed his eyes aiming his palm toward the trail of blood. “Show me the truth” He called out. Suddenly a transparent figure of his father could be seen, struggling to escape down the stairs before dropping to the floor dead. Zonaba noticed a transparent man watching from the hall before making their escape.
The teen grinded his teeth in anger before flipping through the pages looking for a spell to use…that’s when he found it. “Here it is…this spell might help me catch my father's killer” Zonaba set the book on the floor while putting both hands out in opposite directions as if to block something.
“Time is an illusion…remove me from this process and send me back…two hours ago!” Suddenly a stream of blue light flowed around his body. That’s when he fell to his knees out of breath. “T-that spell, must take a great amount of energy if nearly all my stamina’s drained instantly”
Moments after regaining his stamina he raced to the door out into the hall, opening it slowly. He watched as the man slowly made his way into the boy’s father’s room. Zonaba grabbed the spell book looking for the right spell to use before making his way to the bedroom as well. The young adult burst through the door throwing his palm out in front of him.
“Sakai!” At that moment, everyone in the room froze in time aside from the spell’s caster. “There…neither should be aware of anything. As far as they know, I just ran in yelling in a foreign language” He went to another spell then placed the book on his father’s nightstand just a foot away. “Chikara!” Suddenly a purple aura outlined his body as he positioned himself to attack.
Zonaba threw a devastating blow to the assailant, causing blood to fly out of their mouth before stopping in mid-air. “Wow…using two active spells at the same time is really exhausting” He lowered both his arms closing his eyes…
Time resumed while Zonaba grabbed his book. His father watched as his attacker spat out great amounts of blood then collapsed at the brink of death. The man was at a loss for words as his son left with out another word.
“W-what’s going on!?...This man was about to kill me when my son showed up, then he just fell to the floor coughing up blood” Meanwhile the boy made his way outside into the garden behind their house.
“Ah master Torsama, how was your little duel?”
“What do you mean Omar?” The teen questioned as if he didn’t know what his butler was talking about.
“Come now, I may not have magic like you, but I’m well aware of what goes on throughout the house”
“It went as I expected it to. Able to stop my father from being killed and defeat the criminal with one blow” His servant bowed before heading back inside. Zonaba sat on a concreate bench starring up at the sky for awhile then looked at his magic hand mark. “I’m in the mood for a good fight” He left the house after memorizing a few offensive and defensive spells.
Again he entered in a fighting tournament. The two fighters will be locked in a cage and there would be a lot more fights. The prize was $25,000 and the state title. While the boy waited in the audience, he analyzed each fighter that went in. Making sure to find a pattern to their fighting style. Finally it was his turn at round three.
He entered the ring with the crowd giving negative feedback. Just then they began cheering as a buff guy dressed in black entered the ring and cage locked. Once the bell rang, his opponent rushed him.
(Bold but bad move, charging your opponent when you have no estimate of their capabilities or fighting style will make you lose faster) As the ripped man went for a fast blow to the head, Zonaba stepped out of the way and grabbed him by the arm. He slammed the fighter to the ground using an arm drag.
“Nice try…but you’ll have to plan a better attack” His assailant got up annoyed at his foe.
“That was just luck!” His target clinched his fist throwing a barrage of strikes toward the young teen but each one was evade when Zonaba suddenly struck the man in the center of his torso. He coughed from the trauma falling to one knee.
“Are we done here?” Torsama asked crossing his arms. The large man stood up with eyes filled with fury.
“You think you’re so tough? Then don’t block my next attack!” A smirk came over the teen’s face.
“Alright fine, use all your strength in your blow”
“Oh I will” He responded. Zonaba activated a strength multiplier and defensive barrier that couldn’t be seen. Finally the two fighter took a step forward throwing their strongest punch. Zonaba looked into his opponent’s eyes as both were out of breath from throwing an all out attack in one strike.
“Hehe, your fist must be broken after that” His foe gloated.
“No, I’m fine. What about you?” Zonaba replied moving his undamaged hand around showing no injury. His combatant looked at his fist to find it covered in blood unable to move much.
“Damn it! How could you be uninjured while I broke my hand!?”
“Guess I’m just stronger” With the strength spell still active, he struck the buff foe in the ribs causing him to collapse losing consciousness. “There, one down” Zonaba took a deep breath, letting the spells fade. He walked back to his seat with his muscles hurting a little out of breath from both abilities and using them at the same time…
It was about an hour when his 2nd round was finally about to commence. Taking the stage he saw a guy dressed as a ninja. Zonaba laughed under his breath then activated a defensive spell. His opponent remained silent before going for the first attack. The teen stood still, waiting for the coming attack.
The ninja went for a kick in mid-air but was blocked by Zonaba’s palm. He laughed once more by the ineffectiveness of his foe. “Come now, if this is your best, then you have no chance in beating me”
“Fine…if you’re so sure of yourself then I Altamere will go all out!” Zonaba smirked once more activating an offensive spell. His target pulled out his dual swords dashing straight for the teen.
“Is that allowed!?” One of the audience members called out.
“This is a no-rules fight. As long as one of them defeats the other it goes” The referee replied standing outside the caged ring. Altamere slashed forward toward his target, but the spell kept Zonaba from taking any considerable amount of damage.
Just then he caught both blades with one hand, kicking the ninja into the bars of the cage, causing him to let go off the swords. Once weakened, Zonaba slammed his foot down onto the combatant’s ribs not letting go. “Are we done here?” He questioned. Altamere grabbed the boy’s leg attempting to throw him off balance, but it had no effect.
Zonaba forced his foot down with more power. His foe wheezed then surrendered. Once again he smiled at his victory. So again he sat in his seat spectating the other fights… Finally it was the semi-finals, his opponent was a man dressed in battle armor. The crowd just shook their heads that this was becoming less professional.
Zonaba unleashed his spells as usual preparing for a real challenge. The armored fighter rushed him without a word. As he went for an attack, his combatant caught his fist at the last second causing a slight shake in the ring. The rich teen mumbled yet another spell that multiplied his endurance.
With his defense much higher, Torsama banged his head against his foe’s, causing their steel mask to shatter almost like glass. His foe let out a loud yell in anger proceeding to punch Zonaba with all his strength. He went staggering across the ring just as he stopped inches from the bars.
“Alright steel peasant, let’s see you handle this!” Clinching his fist, his magic emblem glowed bright, surrounding his body in a flow of power. When his foe struck the glowing mage in the face, it had no effect. Suddenly his steel glove cracked apart. He slowly stepped back from his invincible target. “Game…set…match” Zonaba punched his foe in the torso so hard, it caused their entire armor to break into pieces.
His opponent ran out of the ring once he found enough room. While some complained of Torsama cheating, others cheered him on for his incredible power. Finally it was the final round…
Zonaba wasn’t given a break, so he kept all buffs going for the next and final battle.
“Alright ladies and gentlemen…it’s time for our climax! Zonaba V.S Ukahara!” The crowd began cheering at full volume. The mage watched as his final opponent stepped into the ring. Torsama took a deep breath making sure his body maintained all the power he was using at once.
Once the bell rang, Ukahara ran forward, jumping into the air for a kick. Luckily Zonaba caught the man’s foot, throwing him into the wall. The foe slowly got back up, his blonde hair messed up now in his green eyes. Calmly brushing it out of the way he pulled out three small daggers in his left hand. His target rushed him, not giving him enough time to accurately throw them. One missed hitting a steel bar while the other two were on course with the mage. First dagger shattered on impact while he caught the 2nd.
“Did you really think that would work? Surly you watched my fights and planned a strategy” Ukahara smirked and nodded pulling out a red dagger. Zonaba knew there’d be a trick with this one. As it was thrown, it’s target jumped back to gain distance. Though because of the cage, he didn’t make much distance from the projectile.
The dagger was inches from stabbing him when it suddenly blew up in a blinding flash of light. Zonaba was caught off guard and was blinded by the light. Along with pieces of the dagger hitting his torso like bullets. A few gasped as their fighter hit the ground, blood seeping from his shirt.
“You give up? I don’t expect you to risk your life for such a pointless tournament” Zonaba let out a weak laugh rising to his feet replying: “It isn’t pointless to me…offensive multiply” A red outlined of red light lit up around him. Everyone could see that their fighter didn’t have much left in him but he didn’t back down.
“Time to finish this” Ukahara commented clinching his fist. The combatant moved as fast as he could going for a full strength blow, but as he was just moments away, Zonaba had punched him in the torso with super-human strength. His foe hit the side of the cage and landed on his stomach out cold. They opened the cage so the referee could check Ukahara’s pulse…
“He’s fine, Zonaba wins!” Torsama slowly pushed himself up with all his spells gone. His body was under great stress from both the damage and magic. He was given prize money before going back home.
“I assume everything went well sir?” His servant asked standing in the door-way. Zonaba replied: “Yeah, but I’m really sore from all the fights”
“Master Zonaba, I suggest you not to push yourself too far, you could end up permanently damaging yourself or worse” The boy assured him that everything was under control and he knew what he was doing…
He went up to his room and locked the door before laying on the bed, quickly passing out from the high damage he put on his body. It was early the next morning when he heard a knock on his bedroom door. “Who is it?” He weakly asked sitting up in bed.
“It’s your father, may I come in?” Zonaba sighed limping over to the door unlocking then opening it. “I’ve realized I haven’t been a good father to you for so long, so I decided to make it up to you”
“How’s that?” His son replied holding onto the door-frame to keep himself from falling because off his still-weak legs. His father replied: “We could watch TV or you could watch me work” Zonaba told him that he wasn’t a kid anymore, that he had better things to do besides TV or watching him work.
“I understand, maybe I’m just too late to be a good father to you. I’m sorry son” As his father left, a tear ran down Zonaba’s cheek. Deep down, he was surprised his father actually tried to make up for not being a good father, though he still had a lot to learn to be a good father toward him…
Few days later Zonaba was studying spells from his book when he saw a black car racing toward their house out in the distance on their large property and neatly cut grass. The boy climbed out his window, going up onto the balcony of the third floor. He opened the book to a spell that caused an amnesia to anyone it was aimed towards. He waited for any sign of criminal act, to make sure these were the kind of assailants he needed to use the curse on.
Once he saw a black-suited man pull out a gun, it was likely his suspicions were correct. He put a bookmark in the page he was at then used a clairvoyance spell to see how many thugs were in the car, in hopes he could question one of them while the other men’s memories were all erased. A gunshot rang out, shattering one of the windows. Now aware of the number of men, he went back to the page.
“Mohara!” Suddenly a sphere of light blue fired from his free palm, headed straight for the four men. One managed to dive from the driver seat while the three in the back were blinded, their memories completely erased. “Good, he evaded the curse. Exactly as I intended” It was time for the next step in his plan. The car flipped over just a few yards from the house while the remaining thug raced to the house holding a gun tightly.
Zonaba activated a spell to boost his endurance once more, sliding off the side off the house onto the front porch. At full condition he would’ve been fine, but since he was already weak to begin with, the spell only nullified the pain on his legs from the landing. Right as the assailant pointed the gun at him, Zonaba threw his hand in the man’s direction, his symbol on his hand beginning to glow.
“Paralysis!” Suddenly a green light outlined the criminal’s body when suddenly he stopped moving. The target replied: “Ack, I can’t move!? What did you do!?”
“I paralyzed you. Now, if you don’t want to be stuck like that forever…you’ll tell me why you’re attacking my father and my house”
“Never, a good follower never rats out his allies!” Zonaba sighed as a red aura lit up around his body, creating more muscle mass, having him appear 20 times stronger. “T-that don’t scare the likes of me. You’re just bluffing to scare me” Without a word, Zonaba threw a punch in the thugs direction a few feet away. The strength of his strike was so powerful, it sent a breeze brushing past the foe.
“Still think I’m bluffing?” The powered-up boy could see the fear in the thug’s eyes. Finally he said: “Alright, our bosses’ name is Mark Odonus, he’s in the other end of town were all the gambling and most crime happens. It’s that enough!?”
“You sure you’re not leaving anything important out?” The boy questioned, once again making a fist for a closer punch.
“Yes, yes that’s all I know!”
“Alright, but if I find out you’re lying to me, I’m gonna show you what this power can do” He grabbed the man and sealed him in a weak protective barrier before throwing him far away. “There, with that barrier he shouldn’t be hurt too bad on impact” Zonaba turned to the flipped over car still in their yard. Taking out the three men, he crushed the car into a ball and threw it in the trash.
His last step was to check and make sure the three men were still alive and only unconscious… “Good, seems like their all just out-cold. Though, they’ll all have an amnesia once they gain consciousness” He thought for a moment then smiled…
The men woke up on a cruise ship in floral shirts and polo shorts. Once the boy saw the men shrug off their suspicions, he headed off towards the dark part of town…He was reading through some spells he thought would come in handy. That’s when a guy dressed in torn clothing bumped into him, causing him to drop his book. Zonaba reached for it when the man slammed his foot down on it almost hitting the boy’s hand. “What do we have here…Magic? You actually believe in that stuff!?”
“Just give me the book” The boy groaned brushing the hair out of his eyes. The thug laughed, tossing it over to the trash that was filled to the tip. This annoyed him so much he threw his hand forward, the symbol on his hand glowing once more. The poorly dressed man was forced backwards by an invisible force sending him crashing into an abandoned puppet shop.
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That gave Zonaba an idea. Grabbing and cleaning off his book, the boy turned to the category of possession. He smiled facing the old shop. His assailant slowly got up when he saw a large life-size puppet of a boy. It’s eyes became realistic blue pupils as it rose from it’s strings. “Hello, I’m Billy, what’s yours” It asked, it’s eyes turning sideways all the way around.
The man slowly backed away, his jaw shaking from fear, unable to breathe a word. “What’s the matter?” The possessed doll asked in the young high pitched kid voice. Suddenly it got deeper. “Won’t you play with me?” Finally the gangster ran out screaming as if he were going insane. Zonaba smirked as the magic symbol stopped glistening and the puppet fell onto the sidewalk of the dirty street.
“Better keep going. Don’t want to keep old Mark waiting too long” After about half an hour of walking, the boy saw a large casino with lights flashing all over the place like you would see in a lot of other casinos. The boy walked up to the entrance, a large buff man blocked his path wearing a black suit as if he were part of the FBI. Again he smiled as the man looked at him with a serious expression.
“Sorry shrimp, only VIP or friends of the boss are allowed in”
“Oh is that right?” Zonaba replied as if his personality had changed all of a sudden. The guard stepped over the red rope demanding the boy to leave or else he’ll have to get taught a lesson. Zonaba replied: “What could you teach me that I haven’t already surpassed?” At that moment the magic user pushed the guard from a distance, using his powerful push attack. The large built man smashed into the large gold front door, causing it to open.
“Guess our little argument is settled” The boy smirked stepping over the knocked out guard meanwhile Mark was alerted about the disturbance.
“Sir, a boy just took out our front door guard, and I assume he’s headed for you!” Instead of freaking out, the golden-haired man wiped his hair to the side smiling.
“Excellent, it’s about time something interesting’s happened here, all day I just sit here on my ruby throne, doing nothing but watch the slobs on the camera slither in here wasting their time and money playing cards or using slot machines” His servant was at a loss for words when Mark said: “Kindly let our special guest here so we may chat”
His men bowed before heading off to fetch him…Zonaba looked around, he saw what you’d normally see, slots, cards, drinks etc…the only thing different was the chairs, tables and cups were made of gold with gems and crystals attached to them. “Very fancy items” He said to himself standing out in the lobby, watching the others play and drink.
“Right this way sir, Mark is waiting to see you” Zonaba was hesitant but followed. They made their way through a large hall with paintings of the owner all over the walls in gold frames. Looking at the floor he saw glitter on the red rug that led to the door at the end of the hall. Finally the servant reached a large golden door with two large rubies on both sides.
Mark sat on his throne, his golden hair falling to the right side of his face, covering one of his aqua blue eyes. “Welcome Zonaba, I wasn’t expecting you to track me down over something as pointless as your father. Why not just carry on your day. Your dear father Sasuke Torsama isn’t the loving father and kind man you perceive him to be. That rich fool deserves what’s coming to him. But…seeing as though I’ve lost contact with my men, I assume he wasn’t killed and you’re the cause of it”
“So what if I am? It’s not your call to decide who lives and who dies. But…if you continue to cause such travesty upon all these people weather what they did was small or not, I’ll have no choice but to end your life myself!”
“Hmm, how very noble of you. However, my top-class mercenary: Artemis may beg to differ, he’s one of the strongest fighters I’ve met. I’m sure he’ll give you a run for your money”
Zonaba put up his arms in defensive position as a buff guy dressed in a black battle suit jumped down from nowhere just a few feet away from him. The assailant had short black hair with green eyes. He looked like a soldier. Without a word, the fighter charged his target with great speed even with his large muscles.
Torasama slammed his hand on the tiled floor, sending a surge of electricity traveling through every tile as if it were phone wires. Sadly Artemis jumped forward just before the surge of power could connect. Zonaba watched as his attacker was going right for him. Even with his heightened skills and abilities, the boy didn’t have time to dodge the incoming blow. His foe punched him across the face, sending him staggering across the blue-tiled floor into the red and gold wall.
The force of the boy hitting the wall caused a fancy silver vase to fall of it’s mantle and shatter. “Oh darn, that was a Silvaret original…No matter, surely selling your organs should be enough to buy another one. Artemis, stop playing around and end this”
“Yes sir” The mercenary answered in a deep voice. An abrupt feeling washed over the young boy as he stood back up. A purple aura could be see emanating from the man’s body. (This can’t be good. If this gets any worse I may have to resort in using the spell combo I used to save father) That’s when the assailant moved at super-human speed, far quicker than earlier.
Zonaba threw a punch right for the man but missed. Artemis was too fast, the hero’s blows were powerful, but they couldn’t keep up with his attacker’s speed. Right as he felt a surge of pain rush through his body, he activated the time stop spell. He was trapped up against the wall by the target’s fist. But with time stopped, this gave him some time to think of a way out.
Torsama could feel his stamina decreasing from using the time spell with such a wounded body. That’s when he had an idea. He flipped through the book…“There!” Time started up again as Zonaba was struck in the face against the wall, a pink surge of energy went from the boy to Artemis before the boy hit the ground covered in blood.
“Is the boy dead?” His master questioned. The boy checked for a pulse then replied: Yes sir, he’s gone” Mark cheered, “Splendid, so glad to see the brat gone…while at the same time I’ll miss him” His guard walked up to him.
“Don’t worry sir” Suddenly Artemis grabbed Mark by the throat, lifting him out of his chair. “I’m sure you haven’t seen the last of him” The mercenary smirked. That’s when Mark realized what had happened.
“It can’t be…Artemis killed you!”
“Actually, Artemis is over there” The man said pointed to Zonaba’s body. “I found a spell to change bodies on the point of contact. Once your guard’s fist made contact with my face, our minds swapped nearly instantaneously. That fact the body keeps it’s voice, makes tricking you that much easier, I lied about my body being dead, it still has a pulse”
The hero crushed his target’s throat, letting him fall to the ground. Zonaba walked over to his dying body and healed it, a green light outlined his body. Artemis regained consciousness. “You killed my master!” Just as the assailant threw a blow, Zonaba caught it and switched back to his body before punching straight through the thug’s chest. “B-but how? You were losing so easily a moment ago”
“Simple” Torasama began, “Switching bodies with you so fast that you were caught off guard. Also I healed my body before switching so I’d be at full strength when I was ready to attack” The young caster pulled out his hand from the immense wound in his enemy’s abdomen before leaving…
Meanwhile…
A women sitting in the dark corner of a room watched Zonaba leave from a hacked cam she had set up. (Mmm, this boy sure has potential. I should meet this…Zonaba…”
Days went by and things seem to have gone back to normal, he went to school, found a few fight tournaments to join and studied the book when he was free which was about two or three hours or so.
One morning as the boy was making his way to school, a women came out from a narrow ally. “My, my…such a strong youth going to school like an average boy. Why not assert your dominance over these weaklings? What do you gain from acting like all these fools?”
Zonaba looked into her pink eyes, she had a dark smirk across her face. The warrior sighed replying: “I have no intentions of taking over the would, or even this country, such acts would be evil and selfish. What do you need with me? I have been in multiple tournaments that’ve shown off my super-natural abilities, so I have no reason to question how you’ve come to know of my power. However, what makes you think I’d use my powers for such greed?”
In an abrupt movement, Zonaba threw a blow with one hand aimed right for her abdomen from a few feet away. The vast force of his attack went head on for his targeted area. She stood there as the attack hit the girl head on with such force, the sidewalk itself cracked apart.
Torasama’s eyes widened, startled at the sight. She hadn’t taken any damage from his attack. (How is this possible? I may’ve attacked with only about 20% of my power, but the fact that she didn’t even flinch from my attack must mean she’s either as strong as me…or more. Never the less, I won’t use my power to take over the innocent)
“Don’t tell me that was your best, if so…then I was wrong about you. I shall be on my way” She moved at a great speed that Zonaba couldn’t keep track of her movements. The boy was annoyed at the women’s comment, but knew it wasn’t worth getting mad about. Besides, he was going to be late to school if he didn’t hurry.
As the student made his way through the halls, the door to his class closed right before he could reach it. “Hmph, I could use my ability to reverse time, but that would be such a waste of stamina” Torsama sighed, making his way through the city. His plan was to search for any sign of criminal activity. At first everything seemed fine, citizens walking up in down the streets, cars casually cruising by.
That’s when he felt a gun push up against his back. “Be quiet and hand over everything of value” Zonaba smirked. (So much for not using my time stop) The warrior activated his time manipulation ability, stopping the entire city. He turned around, emptying all the bullets from the tyrant’s pistol before closing it so the man thought it was still loaded.
“Now that his gun’s empty, I shouldn’t have any trouble with him…Just to be sure” Torsama elbowed the man in the ribs knocking the air from the criminal’s lungs. Finally he took a deep breath and released the city from his spell. The fend fell back, coughing up some blood. (Hmm, must’ve struck him harder than I meant to)
“You brat! I’ll kill you!” He pulled the gun’s trigger multiple time but nothing happened. “What’s wrong with this thing!?”
“Heh, looks like you forget to restock on ammo before coming out in the open like the fool you are” His assailant grinded his teeth in anger, tossing the gun aside and pulled out a large knife. “Little shit!” The bald middle-aged man charged the young boy preparing to strike him down. As he went for the kill, the knife shattered on impact as if it were a mere toy.
Torsama made a flicking motion, causing the criminal to stagger back several feet. The police showed up to arrest him while Zonaba moved. Back home, he stood in front of full-length mirror. “It’s time to move on in my life. I won’t take that girl’s advice…However, I’m done wasting my time with school. I may sound hypocritical for changing so quickly, but I will be a symbol of hope, not just a mere boy hiding extraordinary abilities. Change appearance!”
In a swarm of blue light, the boy’s school uniform, morphed into black battle armor with a red cape on the back and a black mask concealing his face. “From this day forth…I shall be know as Zocuto: the dark reaper!”
CHAPTER 3: A change of mind
Once it was dark, Zonaba stood on a tall building, looking upon the light filled city. (I will help those that deserve my help) Using a flying spell, the dark hero soared through the night, searching for any signs of danger.
After about an hour of looking, he noticed a man dressed in a black hoodie acting suspicious. Zonaba followed him carefully, blending in with dark spaces such as corners and allies. That’s when he saw the man enter a fancy-looking building. It looked like a courthouse turned into a mansion. “Hmm, this may get interesting”
Instead of finding a secret way in, he went through the front door. He found himself in a large lobby with concreate floors and a large table in the center of the room where a group of buff men sat playing cards until they noticed the masked hero in the doorway. “Hey! Who is that guy!?” One of them yelled. He was bald and had a black mustache.
The group got up, surrounding the boy. “Hey kid, you don’t belong here. You should hurry on home before you get yourself hurt” The masked warrior stood the silent. “Alright kid, we give you a chance” The bald thug cracked his knuckle, going for a powerful punch toward the hero’s mask. At the last second, Zonaba caught his attacker’s arm, he used arm-drag on the thug, slamming the man on his back with incredible force.
“Ack! W-what happened?” He responded dizzy from the impact. The other men began to get furious at the young intruder. “What’s wrong? Don’t tell me this is all you men have for me” Torsama commented in an uninterested tone.
“Why you little shit!” All three of the remaining thugs charged the intruder. Right as they came just a foot away from him, a strong force of wind sent the trio slamming into the gray wall on the other side of the lobby.
“Seems my work here is done” The masked boy walked through the lobby over to a wooden flight of steps leading him to a basement. (Why am I not surprised my target’s probably down there) Making his way down, Torasama protected himself with an invisible barrier. As the warrior reached the bottom, he stepped on something that lit up underneath him. Looking down, he realized it was a magical trap spell.
He slid to the side just before the trap blew up in an immense explosion. “You’re pretty fast. May I know your name before I kill you?” Inside his mask Zonaba had a smirk on his face. “My name is Zocuto the hero of darkness” The hooded man he followed, stepped out from the darkness and started laughing.
“That’s an idiotic name you’ve chosen for yourself. Though, I have seen how fast your reflexes are, so you may not be just all talk. Let us put your skills to the test” His target turned on the lights, lighting up the large basement. “Let’s see just how skilled you are” The assailant pulled his sleeve back, reveling his right arm that was covered in cuts.
Taking a knife with a gold handle, he slit his wrist, causing blood to drip onto the dry gray floor. The ground shook beneath them as three orange rifts with fire spewing out of them opened where the psycho’s blood had landed. Zocuto found himself standing before a trio of hell hounds, dog-like creatures with fire swarming around them.
“Nice trick, let’s see how your pets fare against my attacks” His foe nodded, sending all three charging him at once. Quickly pulling his hand out from his dark-cloaked armor, he unleashed a ray of holy light from his palm. The attack was so powerful, it obliterated all three creatures at once.
“Well I…” The sorcerer was speechless at such strategy. To think, someone wiping out all three of his hounds in one move just felt blasphemous. “Alright then, I’ll use a more advanced spell, many haven’t been capable of breaking through this one…mirror insanity!” The man threw his palm out toward the hero as he announced the spell.
Torasama found the room becoming darker, all the walls and columns vanishing from sight, the caster slowly getting further away. The hero approached his foe when he abruptly bumped into a mirror. (Should’ve saw that coming) He thought. Focusing his mind, Zocuto made a path toward the tyrant.
A pale blue light lit up by the boy’s feet, reveling every twist and turn of the maze of mirrors. That’s when h heard the enemy’s voice, though it sounded like it was coming from a loud speaker instead of a normal voice: “Too bad I won’t make it that easy” Right as the warrior made the first turn, the entire environment changed, he was no longer in a black endless void of mirrors, he was home.
“What’s going on here?” Just then he heard a familiar women’s voice: “Zonaba where are you!?” He quickly rushed through the fancy mansion into the main hall where the front door and two large sets of stairs sat. There, he saw a beautiful dark-red haired women standing in a black glittery dress.
“Zonaba there you are!” She rushed over hugging him. “I’m sorry this is happening, but I’m going away for a long time. Your father promised me he’d take care of you…I’m sorry I won’t be able to see you grow up”
Tears filled her green eyes as two suited men burst through the door, grabbing her by the arms, taking her away. Even though he knew this was a mirage, the boy could do nothing but fall to his knees sobbing. “S-so, this is a memory from when I was a baby?”
“Correct, I’m showing you what became of your mother all those years ago. It may be a weird thing t show you, but I’m not as heartless as I act. I too lost someone close to me. I found it only fair to show you the truth”
“Is there a way you can show me what happen to her?” The sorcerer hesitated for a moment, he could try to kill the boy, one less problem to deal with. But at the same time, he felt as though he really wouldn’t gain from killing the boy. “Alright, I’ll help you…But only on one condition…You leave here and never come back, you can play hero anywhere else as long as it’s not here”
Torasama agreed to the man’s terms. His foe removed his hood, showing a young man with long blonde hair and golden eyes. “Now, to find your mouther, we’ll need something that used to belong to her” The young boy nodded digging through his pocket until he pulled out a golden coin that had an “R” on the front of it.
“My mom cherished this coin…my father said she wanted me to have it before she left. The unnamed caster placed the gold coin on a small table, beginning to use a magic spell on it. Pink light surrounded the coin. Moments went by and finally, a blue transparent bird appeared out of the coin. “We must follow, it shall take us to where ever your mother is”
They made their way to an a banded town where they found a single grave stone, it read Sara Torasama – age 35. The warrior fell to his knees beginning to cry. Looking behind himself, the sorcerer had already vanished. Zonaba cried for awhile until he had gotten it all out of his system. The boy found a resurrection spell in his book, but decided not to revive her.
(She’s been dead for so long…she probably wouldn’t want to be brought back)
Years later…
Zonaba was now 30 years old, he married a women named Miyoko Ginko, dark-blue hair with red eyes. They had a little girl named Naomi. She had black hair with her mother’s eyes…
CHAPTER 4 New Generation
Zonaba spent his nights watching over the city as Zocuto while working at a dojo as a mentor for those that went to reach there full potential or self-defense. Meanwhile his wife Miyoko was a lawyer that took any case that she deemed worth pursuing…
Naomi sat in school, starring out the window as the glistening sunlight flooded the room She was wearing a white shirt with white and blue stripped sleeves. Along with blue jeans and white shoes. She sighed. (Why do I have to be stuck in here? My father works at a dojo and is a hero at night, yet here I am sitting in school listening to an adult mumble on about math)
Just then the ground shook as if an earthquake was right under them. While the teacher had the class evacuate the school, Naomi ran the opposite direction, out into the schoolyard. She looked up to see a massive rock creature walking through the city just a few meters from the school. She was only 12 years -old, but she didn’t care, she wanted to prove to her parents she could be a hero too.
The girl leapt across the school using her super-human strength, she went sailing through the sky before landing on the roof of a nearby building just a few feet from the monster. “Take this you fat golem!” She aimed her left palmed aimed towards the creature, firing a blue energy blast right at the back of it’s head. Her attack blew up the monster’s head, but moments later, it fixed itself as if her attack hadn’t affected them.
“Great, this big guy can repair himself. This may take awhile” When she looked back up at her target, the gray rock creature threw a large fist right for the young fighter. She threw her hand up toward the approaching threat. The golem struck an invisible force field Naomi formed just above herself. The barrier shattered as the girl hit the surface of the roof she was on.
As the girl was about to be struck head-on by the golem’s massive fist, a figure intercepted the attack, stopping it just in time. Once her version came back into focus, she saw her father standing between her and the creature’s fist.
“D-dad?” She responded. He smiled holding the fist back with a single hand. That’s when Zocuto crushed the large fist to pieces. Right before the golem could fix itself, Zonaba formed a condensed orb of his energy in his palm, throwing it inside the hole he created from destroying the monster’s hand.
The golem fixed his hand preparing to attack once more when a faint ray of light could be seen through the cracks of it’s body. Torasama formed a red transparent shield that took the blunt of the powerful explosion. The creature was blown into scraps from the immense force of the hero’s attack.
“I hope you’ve realized why me and your mother don’t want you fighting villains by yourself at such a young age” Her father walked over to her, helping her to her feet. “But don’t worry, you’re stronger than I was at that age. I have no doubt you’ll exceed me and Naomi when you’re just 20”
She smiled, hugging him before he took her home so she could rest and going back to his dojo. Zonaba wore the usual white robe you’d see at a self-defense session. He had one student that seemed to keep up with nearly all his mentor’s lessons. The young boy was able to beat all other students that joined the class
His name was Nakoda Kinzo. He had dark red hair with dark blue eyes. The young boy was 19 years-old with incredible abilities for his age…
“Alright Nakoda, today you’ll be fighting me today” His student stood ready for battle while all other students sat on a small row of chairs, spectating. (I’ll show master I can reach even his level) The boy told himself. In an abrupt movement, Kinzo went right up to his mentor, just inches away.
“Take this!” He threw a punch right for Zonaba’s face, but seconds before contact, his master caught his fist, throwing him own using an arm-drag. The warrior laid on his back for a moment then slowly got back up rubbing his hurting back. (Damn it…there’s gotta be a way I can take him down…He didn’t say I couldn’t use my abilities)
That’s when Nakoda threw both hands out in opposite directions, flames circled around Torasama, beginning to rise until becoming a dome of blazing flames. The boy began condensing the dome, causing it to get smaller, leaving his target with less space each second.
That’s when the blazing flames went out as it was overcome by a fierce wave of ice. The students could feel the room become much colder as the ice overtook the flame. That’s when the ice shattered apart. There stood his teacher, covered in an armor-like layer of ice. Kinzo was in surprise, his master had never used such a technique before. That’s when the warrior took off with an abrupt force of speed that seem to shake the entire room they were in. The spectating students put up their arms to block the immense wave of wind brushing past them.
In a mere instant, Zonaba struck his student in the chest, just hard enough to knock the air out of him. Nakoda’s eyes widened as he fell to the ground on his hands and knees coughing. (Am I…really this far from master’s skill?...No, I won’t give up…I will reach his power somehow)
“I’m not-done yet, I will surpass you one day and giving up now isn’t going to help!” Once more the teen lunged toward his master, throwing a barrage of blows. Most of the audience could barley even keep up with the boy’s blows. However, his mentor evaded each attack that came his way when in a sudden move, Torasama grabbed his combatant by the face, instantly freezing his entire body.
Kinzo hit the ground like a statue, motionless. Zonaba placed his hand on the boy’s face once more, this time sending a wave of heat, melting away all the ice. When the boy was fully aware again, he sighed and stood up, walking over to the row of seats and sat down defeated.
“And that was nowhere near my full power. But don’t worry, in a few years, you will be just as strong as me. You all have the potential to be strong fighters, capable of protecting the things you care about” His class cheered and applaud for their great teacher.
That’s when Torasama heard his wife’s voice telepathically: Zonaba, our daughter’s missing! I tried reaching her telepathically, but nothing…I fear the worst!” He sighed replying: Alright I’ll try to find her, if she was kidnapped, I’m sure they couldn’t have gotten far without leaving a trace of mana from using a rift or some kind of travel spell”
He told his class to go home while he used a flight spell to soar through the darkening sky over the city. The hero placed his palm over his face, turning his mentor clothes into his Zocuto costume, dressed in black armor with a cape and mask that covered his entire face. After 10 minutes of searching, he had no lucky, he decided to go with plan B…
Floating high above the city, he closed his eyes…focusing on the flow of energy throughout the entire area…“Found you!” Once locked onto a familiar energy, he flew off at incredible speed, right for the target. The warrior landed in front of an armored building. “she should be in here…hopefully”
Zocuto threw a punch aimed for the entrance to the fortress, The force of his punch sent the steel door caving in on itself. Quickly the hero made his way inside, following the faint trace of mana. That’s when he found a long flight of stairs leading to the lower level. “I should prepare for the worst”
He made his way down the stairs that felt as if they went on forever. Right as he stepped onto the floor of the basement, a large poison arrow came out from a hidden trap flying right for the unsuspecting victim. However the hero caught the projectile just in time, dropping it. (Hmmm, I should’ve expecting something so predictable from these kidnappers)
As the hero walked through the large gray basement, he felt a mana drawing closer. (Hmm, seems someone’s nearby. Though, I can’t tell if it’s dark or not. Must be using some kind of energy cloaking) Right as the man reached the door, a women dressed in a black ninja mask burst through the door lunging right at him.
Just as the female assailant attempted to stab him with a dagger, Zocuto caught in with his left hand. Blood dripped from his palm as the attacker tried forcing her blade forward while it was still in the hero’s grip. Without warning, he managed to kick her up towards the ceiling, causing her to drop the dagger.
Right as she hit the ceiling, she pushed off it with her feet to increase her speed. She pulled out a katana from behind her, and right as she was just inches from her target, she vanished. Zonaba looked around but saw no sign of her. It also grew quiet…That’s when he though he heard a faint footstep.
The masked hero slammed his palm face down on the concreate floor, sending a rush of fire throughout the large room. That’s when he could see the silhouette of an invisible figure as it moved through the light smoke. (Now!) He covered his left hand in a barrier of red flames, using it like a blade. Moving his hand in a quick slashing motion, the weapon sliced through the women’s long sleeve, canceling out her invisibility technique.
“Damn you! I will shred you to pieces!” She suddenly reviled multiple shurikens in between each of her fingers. They were gold instead of silver. She jumped back, throwing each one simultaneously. They moved so fast, Zocuto attempted to stop time, but was struck multiple times, at the last second, he threw his wrist up to take the blunt of the remaining projectiles.
“Looks like your reaction time isn’t as impressive as your over-all power” The girl. In a quick move, Torasama activated his time stop ability. (Looks like she let her guard down since she thought I wasn’t as good as she thought) The hero pulled each shuriken out from his shoulders, abdomen and legs. Blood ran from his wounds but knew, now wasn’t the time to be worrying about such small injuries.
The fighter threw the group of projectiles right back. They spiraled a few feet before stopping in mid-air from the warrior’s spell. That’s when a surge of pain rushed through his body, Zocuto fell to one knee spitting out a large amount of blood. Time resumed as usual. The shurikens were moving at a much faster pace than the girl had thrown them. She was helpless as the swarm of blades struck her with incredible force. She shook with pain before hitting the ground from both the great amount of pain and blood loss.
Torasama walked over to her still weakened from the use of his power and the wounds he got just moments ago… Looking through his book of spells, he found a useful one. He took off the girl’s mask, she didn’t look much older than him. She had dark brown hair. Her eyes were closed from falling unconscious.
Placing his hand upon the girl’s shoulder, he read the spell as his magic symbol began to glow. That’s when she stood up, her right eye glowing a dark blue while her left eye retained it’s normal hazel color. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” Torasama questioned.
“My name is Kaylah Norgama, I was instructed by my master to find and kill any fool who dare trespass our property”
“Well, you’re going to take me to your master so I may have a word with him” His hypnotized foe bowed in understanding as they made their way through the hallway, past the door she had attacked from. The walls were aligned with portraits with frames made of solid gold. (Strange, there’s golden frames for each portrait and yet, this building is plain with rarely anything in it. Than again, this may just be a hoax to keep other criminals from robbing the place. That, or he’s just a cheapskate)
Finally they reached the throne room doors, they too were solid gold with a few diamonds in the center. The great doors opened with a large creak. Zocuto could see a man and woman sitting on two separate thrones. The man was buff wearing a sweat shirt with jeans on. The hero was surprised to see such a casual looking guy. The man had short brown hair with hazel eyes and a five o’clock shadow.
To the right was a beautiful women with light blonde hair, dark blue eyes and wearing large diamond earrings. She also wore a glittery white dress similar to a weeding dress but not as puffy. “What do you want?” She sighed in annoyance.
“I’m here for my daughter Naomi” She looked over at her king that just starred at him with a serious expression, his cheek resting on his fist. That’s when a smile grew across his face. “Very well, if you want your little brat back, than fight me for her!"
Torasama removed his mask. “Kaylah attack!” The pair watched as she became invisible, rushing toward them. As she went for the man, he bent back, evading the girl’s katana. As she rushed past him from her attack, he placed his hand on the back of her head.
A rush of black mana swarmed around his palm as he touched her. Black mana could be seen flowing through her veins right as he released his grip from he skull. She face planted on the ground motionless…
Zocuto starred at the lifeless body. The villain laughed responding: “Don’t worry, she’s not dead, but she’ll be out for awhile. Time for your funeral. My name is Demikai, I will be your opponent!” That’s when the enemy formed a great sword made completely out of his dark energy.
“Get ready you little shit” The buff assailant announced, dashed right for his target. Torasama had no time to react to the opponent’s speed. The combatant made a quick slash, tearing through the hero’s torso with black flames burring away at his armor before vanishing out of nowhere.
“Rrrk!” Zocuto groaned clenching his wounded chest. (Damn, looks like he’s not playing around) The hero clapped his hands together as swarms of lightning surrounded his body. “Lightning barrage!” Electricity rushed in every direction in a strong shockwave. His assailant blocked the coming attack, absorbing most of the power that came his way.
“Nice try…but you’re gonna have to try harder” That’s when Demikai unleashed a bolt of electricity from his blade of darkness since he absorbed the hero’s attack. Luckily Zocuto managed to evade the coming attack just a moment before it hit. The strike of electricity hit the wall, causing it to crack apart, creating a large hole with all the windows shattering.
(Damn, this isn’t going well. I need to hurry and find my daughter. I’ll have to go at 100% and end this quickly!) His eyes changed to gold as a rainbow aura surge around his body, growing much wider than a mere outline of his body. “This is my full power! Let’s see your sword take it all in!”
Zocuto charged his foe with so much speed, the force sent a wave backwards, destroying the hallway and basement he had fought Kaylah in. Demikai swung his sword upward, attempting to slice the target in half. However, Torasama struck the sword with god-like force that completely destroyed the throne room, breaking a hole through the surface above them.
The hero’s blow to the sword sent so much mana into it, it shattered into glass-like pieces of rainbow-colored pieces. “What!? How is this possible!?” Demikai shouted in shock. Zocuto breathed hard from the immense stress on his body.
“You can do this my love. Look, his full power is putting great strain on his body. Hurry up and beat him!” Zonaba gave her an annoyed look then turned back to his target. The villain crossed his arms in front of him as dark mana exploded from his body. Both watched as the man’s shirt was torn away from his growing taller, his body becoming a mix of dark mana and fire.
Zocuto took a deep breath, trying to maintain his limit breaker state. He heard a deep bellowing laugh from the tall dark figure. “You will die at the hand of my hell state!” In a fast movement, the demonic enemy began throwing blows at an insane velocity that his wife couldn’t keep up with, the entire city shock as both fighters exchanged blows at full speed.
Kaylah’s body was throw out through the giant hole above them as their blows began forming a cyclone. The hero could feel his body about to give out, so he decided to give everything he had left in one attack. His rainbow aura transferred to his fist as they still continued their clash. That’s when Torasama backhanded the foe’s fit, giving him an opening. Take all the power and magic I’ve gathered over the years!
With one final strike, the warrior punched through his target’s abdomen, sending a monstrous force of wind forward. Destroying the wall and creating an underground tunnel for several feet. When everything was still, the queen found Demikai laying there motionless in a pool of blood back in his normal form.
The victor struggled to stand as his limit breaker aura vanished. His black armor sleeve on his left arm had been ripped to shreds from the sheer force of his attack. “N-now, where’s my daughter!?” The women was speechless, to see her lover die from such an over-powered attack. “S-she’s in the small shed up on the surface next to our property”
Even with just a fraction of mana left, the man managed to levitate up out of the hole, onto the street where he found the small shed, hidden behind the trees. He limped over to the door, forcing it off it’s hinges with his right arm since his left one had been severely damaged from putting all his power into one hand.
Naomi was tied up in a chair with steel rods with a magic syphoning enchantment on it. Her dad had to wait a few minutes for some of his stamina and mana to come back before trying to touch the hexed rods. Once he thought he was well enough, the man slowly approached the rods. His daughter looked at him with both excitement and sadness from being trapped for so long.
“Don’t worry Naomi, dad will get you out soon” In an abrupt move, her father gripped the bent rods and quickly pulled them away with all his current strength. The syphoning made him feel dizzy, luckily he got the restrains off her just as he fell to his knees. Naomi stood up, pulling of the tape that covered her mouth. “Thank you dad! I knew you’d come for me!”
“I-I have something I want to give you” He chocked out. She was confused and clueless on what it may be. He told her to come closer. As she knelt down by her father, he placed his hand on top of the girl’s left hand. A magic symbol formed abruptly upon her hand. Her father smiled at her just as he collapsed onto the floor of the small room…
She noticed her father’s magic symbol was glowing before fading away, permanently…”My father gave me his power. My symbol is different than his, but it won’t change what I must do…I must protect all I can with this power”…
(TO BE CONTINUED…)