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Part 3: A Heartbreak's power! Dragon's Barrage Unleashed!

DJ grimaced as his sword clashed with Zabi-maru's. He glanced over to Ryu's lifeless body before turning to face his opponent. "He was right, you aren't human, you're a monster. When I look into the eyes of those people whom I am meant to help, I see love, compassion, When I look into your eyes, I see nothing, nothing but hate and contempt."

The monster smirked as he pushed DJ backwards. The speedy boy slid back a few feet before skidding to a stop. "A sword is a weapon of destruction, these swords grant me power, and in exchange they ask for the blood of my opponents. That is the true purpose of a sword, to destroy and to attain power."

"You're wrong! Speed-speed… DASH!" DJ ran at super speed at the so called man's swords. It was Zabi-maru's turn to be pushed back now. "A sword is an instrument of protection, it can only become truly strong when someone cares about another person and is willing to risk his or her life for them!" he snarled

"Believe whatever you want! If you have a big heart, it makes it that much easier to strike a fatal blow!" he swung his sword at the boy, only to see that he had dissapeared.

"I'm here…" DJ smirked as he appeared behind Zabi-maru.

"You're fast kid, but nowhere near my strength!" He slashed at the teen with all three of his blades, only to have it fail again.

"Strength doesn't mean a thing if you can't land a single hit." DJ sighed as he appeared a few yards away from his previous position. "Speed-Speed Hurricane!" the boy took his sword in both hands and spun it around at super-speed to create high winds in Zabi-maru's direction.

The monster was put on guard by the gale force winds. "Bull charge!" he put two of his swords by his head to resemble a bull and charge through the winds. "Try and stop this you punk!"

DJ stopped spinning his sword, but it was too late, one of the 'horns' made contact with his gut. "Okay… not one of my better ideas." He winced and held his new wound and backed up slightly.

Zabi-maru laughed maniacally. "That's it, bleed, let my swords feed off of your blood!" he gave an inhuman grin.

"Speed-speed Tornado!" DJ ran in circles to disguise his movements, creating more strong winds. He ran in and slashed at his opponent, only to find it was blocked with more speed than the man appeared to have before.

"Too slow…"

"TOO SLOW!? Too slow!? Slow!? I'M SLOW!?" DJ shouted at his opponent and pushed harder on the three blades.

"It's no use kid, no matter how you manipulate the winds now, now that you have a wound I can track you by smelling your blood!" Zabi-maru grinned.

"Aw crap." DJ backed up and resized his opponent.

"Try this! Ketsueki Giri! (Blood Cleave)" DJ blocked the strong slash from all three swords but the force of the attack sent him flying back into the stone wall, making a large dent.

"Ow… note to self, rocks hurt." He groaned and watched as Zabi-maru ran towards him again, blades gleaming with blood. "AH! And so do people!" he barely dodged the attack and ran to his right along the wall. "I'm in trouble if I meet some rock-person combination." He giggled at the absurd idea as he ran.

He jumped up and tried an aerial attack, only to be blocked by the great defense of all three blades. "Rough Divide!" He placed his sword down by his waist and swung upwards as hard as he could, knocking his monstrous opponent off guard temporarily. On an attempt to move in on this attack, DJ was blocked by the blade kept in Zabi-maru's mouth.

"Why do you seek revenge for that man? You don't even know him." The monster pointed to Ryu's dead body.

"Revenge only leads to death and destruction, however I cannot allow you to continue to kill innocent people. I will stop you if I must, even if it means killing you!"

DJ exhaled and flipped backwards and crouched into a thinking position. This isn't working, his defense is too strong and I'm running out of energy fast. I need something that can break through his defenses quickly and overpower him. What if I knock his swords away with brute strength and only cut when I need to? Now all I need is a name. He smirked and looked over to Ryu and the bloodstained dragon emblem on his chest. "Got it…" he began to run at his opponent at top speed again.

"Hah, think you can take me head on, you punk? Ketsueki Giri!" he swung all of his blades outwards.

"Take this! Ryu Rendan: Dragon's Barrage!" DJ swung the flat of his blade multiple times to deflect the three swords, while rotating it to move in for a cutting attack.

As the two swordsmen passed each other, they stood and awaited the other one to fall. DJ was the first to react, a small trickle of blood appeared on his cheek as well as shallow cuts across his left shoulder and chest. His old and tired blade crumbled under the weight of the enraged attack. "Darn, I liked that sword too…" he wheezed.

"Hehehe… looks like you've…." Zabi-maru was cut off as all three of his blades broke in half and his hands erupted in blood. "AAAHH! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO YOU LITTLE PUNK!?"

"I decided to spare your wretched life, be grateful. I cut specific tendons in your hands, you'll survive, but you'll never be able to hold a sword with those hands again. Never be able to carve people up for pleasure." DJ closed his eyes and said calmly as he began to walk to the door leading to the final floor, and Apollo.

"How did you break my blades!?" The monster stood outraged and looked at his broken and bloody hands.

"It was easy, your swords were rusted with blood, like I said, a sword can only be truly strong when it is used to protect someone you care about." DJ turned around and the broken monster's eyes widened as he looked upon the victor.

"Then why did your sword break too?"

DJ shrugged. "I don't know, over-use? Waterlogged maybe? I did go for a swim in your lovely lake."

The monster merely let out a low growl and stood up. "It can't be… beaten by a punk kid?"

"Thank you Ryu… you were more help than you know… Dragon's Barrage… I kinda like the sound of that…" he turned back around and began walking towards the door again.

"Who the hell are you?"

"You can call me DJ, you can call me the Phantom hell, you can call me that punk kid. Whatever you do, remember the pain." He opened his eyes and reached for the door handle.

"WHY YOU!" Zabi-maru charged the boy, ready to throttle DJ with his bare hands.

"Speed-speed Roundhouse!" DJ spun around and landed a super fast roundhouse kick to the formerly fearsome warrior's jaw, skidding him into the wall and knocking him out. "Oops, guess I broke your jaw too, never be able to hold a sword there again either." He shrugged and opened the door. "By the way, the real Roronoa Zolo would have cut you down to size in a second."

He began walking up the final flight of stairs and into Apollo's master chamber. "The man standing in front of him, whom he assumed to be Apollo, was a gray-haired old many who appeared to be his early sixties. "I see… no one has ever gotten past Zabi-maru since I hired him."

"Give Miyoko back to her big brother and let whatever other captives you have here go and I may let you live for what you've done." DJ snarled, quickly growing tired of these games.

"I cannot do that, I need those women and children." Apollo snarled.

"Why?" DJ stood confused, having heard the same thing from Zabi-maru.

"No matter how powerful and influential a person is, we are all still mortal. Once we die, there may be things that keep our memories alive for a short time, monuments, records, memories of people who knew us, but as all memories do, they fade, buildings crumble, and we are left forgotten. This issue has become increasingly obvious as my age increases. I seek immortal life, I have discovered a potion that can utilize the blood of those who give life and those still new in life to keep me alive forever! I will never fade from this earth!"

"How disgusting, sacrificing the lives of women and children in order to sustain your own!? You're not even sure if this potion works! Tell me, is it a requirement that you have to be clinically insane to work here or is that just a bonus?"

"Call me what you wish, I shall call you dead soon, Mr. Phantom." Apollo took off his black cape and shirt to reveal a surprisingly muscled torso. "I am a master in many forms of martial arts, I bet after battling Zabi-maru you can barely stand!"

"Actually, no he was kinda weak for my liking." DJ reached behind him for his sword but for got he had broken it in the last fight. "Oh yeah, guess I'm gonna have to do this hand to hand."

"So cute, a kid pretending to be a hero, this is no game. You will die here, Mr. Hero!" Apollo charged him with swinging fists.

DJ braced himself, "Aww, man, I'm really getting tired of this. Why couldn't you be one of those scrawny accountant-type bad guys?"

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