(Sorry for the update delay. And if I spelled Kamehamaha wrong. Try and enjoy anyway.)

"Sir, we are approaching Shorus." The recruit said to Xeron.

"Very well. Ready the transport. Captain Jerim and I will go alone."

"Yes, sir." The recurit bowed. Once he had left, Xeron turned to the thickly-built man next to him.

"Do you think you can handle him on your own?"

Jerim smiled through his dry lips. "No problem." Running a hand through his hair (a very light blue, in comparrison to his skin), he smiled with confidence. "One more rebel down."

Kly smiled as he gazed down at the city. In such a short time, he had gained a new perspective on this place and its people. It seemed strange to Kly, but these people honestly seemed to care.

"They love me. Love me? It's because I saved them. They still think I'm...." He paused. "Then what about the crimes? There've been a few robberies and other outbursts. But, they never asked for my help. Come to think of it, they never asked me to help at all. Maybe....maybe it's me. Maybe I save them because....because I want to return that love. Because I want to be loved." Kly shook his head. "What would they say if they knew? If they knew about some of the things I've done. I wouldn't be their hero anymore, would I? But, still......they love me. I'm there for them, and they're there for me." Kly shuddered all of a sudden. A strange chill ran up his spine. Closing his eyes, he began to focus intently. It didn't take much concentration, however, to sense the two enormous powers that were approaching the town. "Who are they? Empirial soldiers, no doubt, but these two are way stronger. Their power levels must be two or three million at least, and it feels like they're surpressing it." Kly could easily feel their movements. They were rapidly approaching the town from the south. They weren't moving as fast as they could, so Kly assumed they were in some sort of transport. Just as he was about to take off, he stopped on the building's edge. "What am I doing? I can't keep pretending to be something I'm not." He thought a moment. "But....what if....they're here for me? What if I'm bringing this empirial scum here?" Looking out of the town he had grown to love, at the place he dared to call home, Kly took off, hoping he could make it in time.

"This is Rudion?" Captain Jerim looked at the street through the transport's window. "Not much to say about it, huh?"

"It's not what's on the outside that matters." Xeron responded.

"Still...." Jerim continued to gaze out at the bustling city. "Should I try and flush our boy out?"

"Certainly." Xeron said with a smile. Jerim exited the vehicle and looked around. He hovered up into the air, spying a large building.

"There's a nice one." Holding up his hand, Jerim channeled an energy ball. He took aim at the building, smiled, and hurled the blast.

A world full of killing....

"No!!!" The blast flew at the building, as Kly rushed in. Delivering a swift kick, he knocked the blast high into the air. Turning back, Kly saw his smiling adversary. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Well, you must be Kly."

"And you?"

"The name's Captain Jerim. The empire's been havin' some problems with you, little man."

Kly smiled. "Let me guess. You've been sent here to take care of those problems, right?"

"You got it." Jerim began to rise into the air. "I'll give you a choice. Come and fight, or I come and get you." Jerim flew up above the city.

"Can't refuse an invitation like that." Kly followed after him. Both floated high above the city. The two warriors stared each other down. After a few seconds, Kly launched a quick blast at Jerim. The captain didn't move, letting the blast come right at his face. Then, at the last second, he easily swatted it away.

"What?"

"Hahahaha!! Do you really think you can contend with the empire's second-in-command?" Jerim began to laugh.

"Second-in-command? They must really be worried about me." The thought made Kly laugh as well.

"Huh? What are you laughing about?"

"Oh, nothing. Just the fact that the empire's more foolish than I thought."

"What?! You....that's enough out of you." Jerim vanished from sight, moving at a phenominal speed. Kly spun around, blocking Jerim's oncoming kick. "What? How did you?" Jerim threw rapid punches, each of which Kly blocked with ease. Jerim launched a kick toward Kly, who pulled a few backflips and stopped, hovering in the air.

"Who is this guy?" Jerim thought. "Definitely no ordinary soldier. He doesn't even seem human."

"What's wrong?" Kly yelled. "Scared?"

"Errrr...I've had just about enough out of you, punk!" Jerim surrounded himself with an energy field, raising his power level. "No more games!" Jerim charged at Kly, who couldn't react to the incredibly quick, hard punch. Kly's body spiraled toward the street below, smashing into the pavement. Jerim thrust out his hand, with fingers closed, and fired an attack. The orange ball crashed into Kly, ripping the pavement apart with the explosion. As the smoke cleared, Kly forced himself up. He glanced around the street, watching the people running in terror.

"Gotta keep him busy." He whispered to himself. Standing upright, he clutched his side, seemingly in pain. "Hey, Jerim!! Take..." Kly gathered power, as both of his fists began to shine. "...This!!" He fired a beam from crossed hands. The attack rose rapidly into the air, heading straight for Jerim. Just as he was about to be struck, Jerim punched forward, and began holding off the attack with a single hand.

"Hahahahaha!!! Kly, you fool! You can't contend with me! You're not even exhibiting five million! I could crush you like a bug!" Jerim began to form a blast in his hand. The ball grew larger, until it was holding off the beam, rather than Jerim's hand. "You are nothing!!!" Jerim launched the blast down, which easily parted Kly's beam. It exploded right at his hand, sending flame and smoke down the street in a burst. Climbing up from the dust, Kly wobbled as he stood. The last few people were scurrying away.

"Almost." Kly thought. "Just a little longer." Kly gathered up his strength, then let loose with an onslaught of blasts. His rapid fire technique hurled blast after blast at Jerim, each nailing its target. The attack formed a hazy veil which filled the sky. Finishing up with one giant attack, Kly began to catch his breath. He glanced about once more, and sighed in relief. Everyone had evacuated the area. He could only sense Jerim, and one other power. Before he had time to lock onto the second soldier, Jerim tore out of the smoke at blinding speed. Kly felt a heavy fist bury into his stomach.

...and blood spilling...

Jerim smirked at the sticky redness that had splattered onto his arm, and was trickling down the corner of Kly's mouth. "Had enough?" He mocked, as Kly hung limp on his fist.

".....Ha.....ha.....hahahaha!!!" Jerim was astounded at the young man's laughter. "Hahahaha!!!"

"What! What's wrong with you?!"

Kly looked up, still hanging from the fist. "You're a fool." He reached up, and wiped the blood from his face with a wrist. "You really thought you had me, huh?"

"What?!"

"Hahahaha! Hiding my power from you was easy. Just buying time until the people could get away. And you feel for it, too." Kly cluthched Jerim's wrist as he hopped to the ground. Jerim's face contorted in both pain and astonishment, as Kly twisted his arm. "I've been going easy this whole time."

"You're bluffing." With that, Jerim felt a quick, brutal punch between his eyes that knocked him back several feet. "Ahhh!!! What...what...what are you?!!" Jerim charged up his energy field. "You were at two million just now! How could you increase your level so fast?!" The aura grew more intense, as Jerim focused all his strength. "No! I'm not scared of you! Let's so you handle my full power!!!" Jerim charged with a punch, but hit only air. Kly moved easily to the side, and delivered a kick to his chest before leaping to the far end of the street.

"Full power, huh? You're at what, sixteen million?"

"What? But...you can sense....that closely...."

"Well, I'll just have to power up, myself." Kly took a fighting stance, and a brutal wind followed, sending the pieces of loose pavement flying. "It's been a while sense I had to go higher than half my max."

"Ah....ah..." Jerim couldn't believe it. Kly was powered up to around twenty million. "No. It's a trick. You won't fool me again!!" He charged, throwing a frenzy of punches. Kly dodged nearly all of them, deflecting the others with one hand. The two warriors rose into the air as they fought. "How is this possible?!!! I am an elite soldi...." He was silenced by a jab to the gut. Kly hovered back as Jerim gasped for air. "You...you little...I'll kill you!!!!" Jerim struck forward with blazing fists, only to meet a flying kick with his face. Kly somersaulted down to a nearby rooftop.

"I'm finished with you." Kly yelled as he turned to face Jerim. He brought his hands to his side and powered up. "Kamehame...."

"Never!!! Never will I lose to an insolent kid!!!!" Jerim charged up every last scrap of power he had, and let loose with a gargantuan orange beam.

"HA!!!!" Kly's kamehameha wave ripped through the air, pushing Jerim's attack back without slowing down.

"AHHHHHH!!!!!" Jerim screamed out in agony. The blast shot past him, picking him up and carrying him off. The screams soon subsided, as his body disintegrated in the blast. Kly looked up, watching his attack stream off into the sky. He hovered down to the ground, making sure no one had gotten hurt. As he was dusting himself off, he could hear clapping. Spinning around, he saw a tall figure approaching from the rubble.

"Well done, Kly. You seem even stronger than the last time."

"That voice." Kly was stunned, but knew exactly who it was. The man came into the light. "Xeron!"

Xeron smiled. "You remember me. How touching."