Chapter VIII: Sir Greninja's Last Words
I eyed my opponent carefully, strategizing my first move. To be completely
honest, I only had enough energy to knock him out with my first three hits. After that was me passing out from the pain coursing throughout my body.
"We don't have to do this… You know?"
I snarled, "For Sir Greninja… I do."
He sighed and got into stance, "Fine. But I warned you, kid."
I began to think about his weakness versus mine. I'm out of breath, but then again so is he. He's not going to admit it but he's on his last limb too. And I'd say after a beating from Sir Greninja… Before he was… Murdered.
This was the thing about Sir Greninja. His attacks were merciless, and he always tries to weaken you before fighting you head on. It was enough to make you lose any motion you had in your body for a week. Enough to make you burst into tears. And apparently this guys right arm is broken, so I'll have a better chance striking his right side than his left.
"Here… Goes…" I closed my eyes and noticed something. He was… Afraid.
Gallade taught me what the colors of different aura meant, and this guy is without a doubt afraid to fight me. But why? It was only five seconds ago he was determined to tear me a new one.
"Why are you scared?" I asked him smugly.
"Not scared, try concerned. Your aura vision-"
I cut him off with a focus blast aimed for his torso. He was quick enough to drop to the ground, but with his maneuver I charged him, made a sort of baseball slide, then blaze kicked him with all my might.
The impact was enough to send him flying, and even rendering my opponent unconscious. With a gasp of breath, I stood over him and stated, "You're… Weak."
"Damian! Don't do this!" Mewtwo screamed in my head.
I bared my fangs and stared down at my fallen enemy, "He killed Sir Greninja… I'm not letting that go."
"Look, I know you have a lot of hatred for me right now but this is not the time! I'm sorry about what I said, I shouldn't have said it but I was angry you have to understand."
"You screwed me, Mewtwo! I was going to have everything I ever wanted and you blew it all! I wanted my family back, I wanted my life back and guess what!? I can't have it because of you! And now… Sir Greninja… I loved him... like family. He wasn't… just my mentor. He was my friend. He didn't live for much and this guy took that from him. This isn't about the greater good, it's about trust me when I say I'll become strong, and I'm coming after you and those other two next."
"You're making a big mistake, you'll only be making more enemies than you can handle. You'll have Team Plasma, Team Alpha, and then me to worry about. Think about what you're doing."
"You won't be much of a problem at all. I've thought about it. You need me, right? So killing me isn't an option. If I have to take on fifty of these ass holes you send after me so be it. Because once I've found you, I'll be stronger than you. Stronger than…" A bit my lip and sighed, "Sir Greninja."
"Damian… You're already strong. What will you be proving by killing him!? That will make you no better than he is. Wouldn't you like to fight him fairly some day? To return to him, with this newly found strength of yours once-"
I scoffed, "Newly found strength? Please… This guy has nothing on me."
I could hear Mewtwo sigh through my mind, "You sound just like him. Power hungry and foolish."
I snarled, "I'm nothing like this ass hole! Unlike him, I don't settle for threats. I take action. And after all… I made a promise to him."
"Damian, I suppose there is no stopping you, then. But just know this… I will not rest until my dear friend is avenged."
"I'm shaking…" I stated sarcastically.
I charged another aura sphere and I could quickly feel any remaining energy I had left fading away into the sphere. I collapsed onto the ground and pressed my paw against his skull.
"Burn in h-" I was soon interrupted by a crushing blow to the gut.
I rolled across the floor and slammed into a tree, baring my fangs I did my best to get back up but to no luck.
I was ready to fight back before a familiar voice said as he stood over me, "Damian… Don't do it. This isn't like you, man. I don't care how angry you are, no one deserves to die."
"B-B-Buniot?" I asked hopefully.
He chuckled and helped me stand.
"But… He… He killed him…" I gasped.
Buniot scowled at me, a fierce look in his eyes, "You're nothing but good, Damian. Don't be like him, a merciless killer. Be the better person."
I clenched my eyes shut and one by one I could feel the tears falling, my breaths becoming quick and heavy gasps for air through each sob.
"Buniot… Is… Is he… Did you… See him?" I wept.
Buniot bit his lip, a lone tear falling down his face, "He wanted me to tell you something. Before he… Passed."
My eyes widened at the statement, my jaw dropping.
"He said… To never give up fighting. He knows he was hard on you, but deep inside he loved you like a son. He saw a lot in you… He wants us to find his sister and tell her what happened… and… He said…"
"What...?"
Buniot stared me in the eyes, "He said to not seek revenge. But to seek strength. He said to keep training, and make him proud. He'll be… He'll be watching over you in the afterlife…"
That was it… I couldn't take anymore. I fell to my knees and stared down at the ground in some kind of emotion. It was like that moment I just went completely insane.
My thoughts were nonexistent, my motive wasn't there. Any tears I had were gone. I just sat there on all fours, not doing anything.
"Damian? You okay?" asked Buniot.
I didn't reply.
"Damian…?"
I simply remained silent. Not uttering a single word to my best friend.
"Come on dude… We should get going. Before he wakes up or something."
I took a moment to get over this strange phase, then stood up and nodded. It was that moment I noticed something. All my external pain and fatigue… Gone.
Like something just gave me a ton of energy… And I knew what it was. It was fire… A fire in my heart.
