Hakkeyoi!
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of Saikyo Kamizmode!
Summary:
"Put some spirit into it, Dai!"
"Ya ya in! Let's do it!"
Dai's Taicon unpacked. Ear cups on and in his happi, the master jumped onto the battle platform and swiped left on the control block of his mystically reshaped smartphone, selecting Gotetsu's song.
"It's here! It's here! This sound is the sound of the gods! My beat! Kamizmode! The god of stone, Gotetsu!"
His Gorikishin took off through comet fire, transforming into a form more suited to compete in the Kamizumo ring. Staring him down was the latest uncloaked Jyarikishin scouted by Waldark, the mincing god of chains.
"Listen, to our beat!"
Until Gotetsu blasted into his life, Mugen Dai was a quitter. He let his failure at the Junior Musician Concours become his everyday rhythm. It wasn't even a bad performance!
But the judges awarded Tanba Rin the gold.
Susumu's evaluation struck on target: Dai had lost his feel for music, preferring the zombifying noise of tile-matching and arcade games to tune out the disappointment of his stolen win and missed trophy.
Gotetsu didn't end up an alien as Dai initially feared. That didn't mean Dai wasn't possessed by something awful.
Envy can't be worn well. Especially by a master who wears as many loud, multifold colours on his clothes and on his person as Dai.
Evil spirit, begone! Evil spirit, begone!
Eyes forward, to his new tablet! The riches!
Hear the applause that'd percuss from universal recognition!
The joy joy joy Gotetsu would shout when their team scored the highest sumo rank of yokozuna!
Ka ka ka ka ka ka ka! The pink-haired kid paddled his war drum with his bachi, banging his supernatural strength into Gotetsu so the Jindaiko howled freer than their competition's wicked power.
"Finishing move! Explosive Lava Palm!"
This was the way.
Follow the music. Uncord your soul.
Fight with your heart.