War Zone
"Hey crabby get ready to fight," Shinko rolled and clipped onto his right glove. Sanageyama in the meantime was racing up the side of a building heading up to meet the wardrobe falling from the helicopter above.' He's getting his Goku Uniform too. Damn it, Ryuko you need to get over here soon,' he knew that the billionaire next to him was far from reliable.
"What you can't order me around! I can buy and sell your ass thirty times over!" the ginger shouted with aggression as Shinko readied to push down the button that would transform his Kamui. For the briefest of moments he hesitated as the wardrobe above burst into a stream of rainbow colored stars.
'He is not going to listen to our reasoning. It looks like you and I are going to have to push ourselves back into the Bushido mode,' Sentokitsu remarked as Sanageyama came crashing down encased in the wardrobe. It shattered upon contact with the ground and he looked up from it wearing a new Three Star Goku Uniform, this one was the same basic structure externally though it definitely was stronger.
"Wohoho what is that some sort of Hero Show crap?" Takarada questioned scurrying back like a crab at low tide. His face was running with sweat and his beady eyes were narrowed upon Satsuki who watched on in silence. Kaneo had plans for Goku Uniforms, the basis of Satsuki's army but these were not that in fact the four figures within the Goku Uniforms were far beyond those dynamics.
"What those things? They are Goku Uniforms, the real deal ones too," he looked up as Sanageyama walked forward ready to join the rest. The blue eyed teen looked at every single one of them with a slight snicker in his breaths. It was like staring down high school archetypes but personified beyond what they had ever been portrayed as in any sort of medium." As I said before be ready to fight."
All of the Elite Four glared down at Shinko as he stood prone before the line of them. Inumuta seemed to let off an aura of blue light that carried with it a craving for technology and data. Jakuzure was pink, of course, it was filled with the faint sounds of musical instruments beating around in a beautiful rhythm that stood out against her petite frame. Gamagori's field was yellow a massive blockade against anything that dare head towards the young woman behind him, casually staring forward without a hint of surprise. Sanageyama's green was arrogant but converted with a certain discipline that had been long lost to him at least it seemed.
"Seems to me like all of the stooges have arrived," Shinko remarked almost taunting them on. The black haired rebel had a hand firmly over the silver button that would drive a syringe into his hand, a precursor to his Kamui's transformation.' They are all pretty pissed off too, I guess Ryuko ruined their fun like I did for Uzu here,' he nodded to himself.
"I'll wipe the smug smirk right off of your face!" Sanageyama readied for the transformation as a crackling star fizzled out of the center star upon his chest and burst. The power coursing through the thirty percent Life Fiber outfit was something almost unimaginable to overcome without help.
"Yeah well monkey I want him first," Jakuzure shouted with her normal stark voice. It was clear that she had aggression directed towards the young man before her for whatever reason aside from the vendetta Satsuki had set forward.
"You should provide interesting data. I look forward to this exchange," Inumuta said almost with an uncharacteristic respect for the youth. His glasses were pushed up to reflect the light while he still stared forward, it was a scare tactic.
"Enough! He's going to be beaten here one way or another," Gamagori added his massive bulked pushing down against the concrete. In his Goku Uniform it appeared that the mountain was indeed a force to behold.
All of their uniforms exploded into a rush of rainbow colored stars. The streets were filled with the blinding light as their Life Fiber tailored uniforms expanding out into their active states. All four of them, standing side by side, covered in an ethereal white light held out their arms as strings of gigantic stars came one after another totaling three in all. Their Nexus Threads were protected by a thicker wall of fibers as they wrapped around their host.
Sanageyama was in a sleek suit of white armor that was highlight a green along selective portions of the armor. A massive kendo stick was hung over his back like a sheathed sword and it too had been fortified massively by the Life Fibers bound around him. The kabuto-like helmet shone out where his eyes were with a pale green light that showed he was definitely home.
Gamagori towered in the form of a juggernaut. A large white helmet with faint references to his previous Egyptian themed Goku Uniform showed with the red eye portions and the 'beard' that stuck out beneath the mouth. Two massive gauntlets were on his hands their edges ridged with small knobs that were flattened on the top it was going to be painful.
Nonon Jakuzure was wearing what appeared to be a more flight suit like form of her prior Goku Uniform. Metallic spots lined her abdomen and large sub-woofers were present on his back in wings that were ready for flight. Thigh high white boots reached up with large pink heels, and a the conductor cap had regained its powerful appearance as she stood among the others.
Inumuta was covered in a field of blue. His frame was polygonal like a certain game system's original games and definitely not well textured but it appeared to only be a stylistic choice as he appeared ready to go. The teen's physical traits were not very described in the blue grid-like form but that was how it was supposed to be.
"Honnoji Academy Elite Four Grand Garnish!" the four of them said in unison. Their frames all reflecting the light that had so easily covered them prior to the series of transformation. Kaneo Takarada scooted back nervously his face and metallic crab both shaking under the impressive appearance of the Goku Uniforms
Somewhere in Osaka...
"Our number one priority is to bring back Kaneo Takarada, Ryuko Matoi, and Shinko Kurosaki!" Mister Mikisugi commented pointing to the long series of slides set before him on the slope. His face was stern and concerned at the same time, noises of combat and rage had flooded the ground above them this was the time for action.
"Well old friend guess you and I get to go out there again," the blue haired man said to the mowhawked man standing beside him. The mesh black shirt stood firm against his tanned skin and the dark blue skinny jeans tied to his legs tightened as he gripped onto a belt with several holsters upon it.
"Think you still have it Aikuro? Or did sitting there with those kids all day take away that dead shot skill?" Kinagase asked locking several weapons into place.
"You'll see," a quick wink showed he had a plan as he too slid down to the floor below surrounded by over three dozen nearly naked people.
Tsumugu smiled before running out heading towards a drive bay.
Shinko stepped forward between the four of them and the Student Council president of Osaka's most important school. His Kamui glowed with the emotions the wearer was holding back but soon that would all change." I'll take all four of you on. Burning Osaka to the ground is not something that I can just let you do no matter how screwed up he is," he pointed to the stunned ginger haired teenager behind him. With a quick push the syringe hidden under the stud pierced the skin on the top of the young man's hand.
'Its about time. I know you've been itching for this,' the Kamui smiled feeling the needle dig into a vein. Shinko smiled as the blood was slowly drawn up into the fibers of the impressive garment.
Blood, hot with emotions filled every nook of the Life Fibers. Sentokitsu's frame began to glow in a shimmering field of stars that cracked and buzzed about forming a certain blinding light of red. The Kamui morphed slowly out ward in a stream of smoke and light that shone brightly against the hazy and dark city-scape behind them. Changes occurred as Shinko was separated from the clothing for mere milliseconds.
A mighty beast of green flames rose up surged around by a red flare as the two spheres of green eyes clamped down upon the teen's prone frame. His black hair waved in the gale as the mighty creature ground him into its mouth. A thread twisted about the flaming form and strung the beast back as it burst into a fiery star of energy that was brilliant. Two blue eyes glared up from the center as it finished its bonding process.
"Life Fiber: Fusion! Kamui Sentokitsu!" the teenager and Kamui said in unison as their form exploded back onto the streets. The two blades upon the back morphed as well gaining a certain degree of power that had not been their prior. The red cloth glared forward at the Grand Garnish of Honnoji's Elite Four, as its wearer clenched both hands together.
'Its been over a week so I have plenty of rest. You on the other hand are still worn down, Shinko keep yourself calm do not push your limits too far too fast,' the Kamui warned knowing it could use the form but his wearer would be no where near able to keep going.
"We'll see buddy," Shinko smiled cockily spinning the katana from his back's sheath. It spun the green blade glimmering with the power of the Kamui that had forged it. Shinko's hands were trembling slightly but not in pain or danger.' Excitement. Its like every cell in my body is getting jump started again, I swear I'm an idiot,' he could not help but keep the smile.
'Rapid heart rate, long smooth breathes. You are really ready to get fighting then,' Sentokitsu smiled as Sanageyama stepped forward. Shinko obliged the challenge his Kamui tightly bound to his body.
"I wanted to steam the crab back there but I know you won't let me. Let's get this feud over with," Uzu said his towering armored frame watching as Takarada kept himself frozen in place. Shinko gripped the hilt of the long sword tightly, he knew this was going to be a true fight.
"Lady Satsuki," Gamagori turned to ask his queen who had a cherishing smile upon her face as if impressed by the boldness of Shinko at staring down the upgraded Goku Uniform.
"No, he is not what we came here for. Be prepared because I presume they will be coming out soon," the long haired dictator commented looking over at the falling sun. Dozens of tiny clouds of smoke running forward in a massive stretch.
"Understood," he picked up on it too and stared over at it. He readied to deal some serious damage when he heard something else from an opposite direction.
"Having fun throwing your weight aroun! Satsuki Kiryuin!" Ryuko blasted forward clothed in a repaired Senketsu. The red blade glimmering as she flew through the air in the Kamui's deactivated state a noticeable lack of the typical crimson glove on her left hand." Cause I sure as hell ain't gonna let you do it any more," she swerved off of the motorcycle a highly dazed Mako still clinging onto her waist.
She smiled the Bakuzan being unsheathed in a long screaming song of well cut material running against its casing.
Shinko and Sanageyama had already started their weapons slashing against one another a few blocks away. The collision sent every window aroun d them into dust and flung debris around as the two weapons slammed together in a long exchange. Shinko and his foe were pressing one another after the first blow, neither weapon was giving and both were trying to take everything they could.
Uzu brought his weapon up his left foot burying into his Kamui wearing adversary's midsection. The nearest building was the only thing to stop his moment the red and black clad frame bashing just over an empty second story window frame. Concrete fell from around him but the teenager was still locked inside of the prison his back and arms firmly placed in large craters. He coughed as the Athletic Committee head took a few stalking steps forward.
"So much for a challenge!" the kendo stick came and collided heavily with the middle of Shinko's stomach. The entire facade collapsed and he was flung through it and to the flooring of the now barren lobby. The young man was flattened firmly his arms and legs extended out at equal angles from his body with a small streak of blood running from his mouth
"A challenge?" the downed teen stirred and stood up. His body was doubled over, an indent still running through the center of his abdomen, but he was still standing right hand solely gripping the sword." You wanted one of those? I thought this was only the warm up!" he shouted loud enough for the fighter outside of the building to hear.
One slash from the green tinted sword tore through the air and smashed firmly out against the 'bamboo' blade that Sanageyama was carrying. He flung it up where it faded away but Shinko came charging in low to the ground. An uppercut swing was blocked by a downward counter swing a crater forming where their impacts had let loose. The rebel growled before pushing the weapon up and delivering a thunderous boot of his own to the green haired teenager's chest, it faded through an afterimage though.
'Shit!' the lone swordsman cursed and tried to evade only to be smashed across the face with the powerful weapon. Uzu gripped firmly to his weapon its edge where the black haired teen's left cheek had been. He crashed through the next two floors up ending up at the fourth story of the office building with a serious welt forming along his face, a massive amount of damage had been dealt.
"Yeah like I expected you are weak," the Athletic Director roared from the base floor up towards his downed foe several stories above him. Uzu knew that he could get a rise from the injured teenager and even more so if he taunted him a little first.
'Bail out of this. He is too strong for you at the moment,' Sentokitsu pointed out. He had been just as excited to get back into action but they were mistaken to think that it would be easy to charge in and face the war machine of Honnoji Academy.
Two blue eyes opened back up as heavy breathes seized to flow from his mouth. Shinko rose his messy black hair clinging to his already sweated and dirty face, he rolled his neck a popping sound coming out of it. The katana that had fallen next to him was lifted up and held within his left hand, the right reached up to the broadsword variant of the Murasama.
"That bastard can't win yet," the teenager ground his teeth together all the while legs wobbling wildly. Pain arced through every nerve in his body and the residual from the Natural Elections did not help ease it.
"Finishing Move! Murasama Dual Slash!" the youthful rebel shouted with a broad 'x' shaped slash. The floor exploded and collapsed down in a rain of smoke and debris below Sanageyama dodged to the right and left never being touched by the falling stories that had been brought upon him.
"MEN!" he swung up through the piece of debris that held Shinko and sent him flying up higher into the air. On the way down the youth turned and crossed both weapons ready to catch the next blow head on.
"DOU!" it struck against his falling frame. Its edge caught the crossing point of the two swords sending out a ripple wave across the entire area around them but it did not budge the Kamui clad fighter. Shinko smiled pressing down hard to get a vertical base on the ground. His feet touched and the kendo stick was freed, drawn, and swung again.
"KOTE!" his block was nailed and he was flung across the flooring through the open window pane their previous exchange had opened up. His boots ground against the glass covered street, he smiled though the blow did not send him flying or even touch him.
"I can see everything remember? That trick was really pathetic anyone could have seen through it," he barked ready to charge weapon drawn up in a battle position. Shinko was breathing heavily while holding the two blades now before him in twin forty five degree angles.
"Not everything," his image faded out, an afterimage that buzzed through the sky. Sanageyama swung and found his long weapon pinned down under a left foot trapping it unnaturally behind him. This was the appearance of the Kamui wearer in the space behind him.
A rear elbow threw the armored teenager forward slightly. Shinko spun kicking the kendo stick back to the enemy before charging weapons drawn and primed to strike. What followed could only be described as amazing swordsmanship. Each strike rode down to the hilts of their respective weapons before being drawn off and brought together again. The two kept this up for several moments before stepping back from one another preparing something different for their adversary.
'That afterimage took a lot of effort on your part if this does not end soon we are going to to lose,' the Kamui informed. To preform the move for the first time it took a somewhat sizable amount of blood and muscle energy, stuff the still recovering Shinko was not at one hundred percent for.
"Arrogant punk!" another kick floored Shinko sending him skidding back across what remained of the lobby even through the piles of stony debris and rubble that had fallen from the ceiling. Sanageyama flourished around him in several different places all of which had drawn the kendo stick that the Athletic Club Chair had made his signature weapon.
"So are you!" both swords swung in alternate direction both of white buzzed through a feint. He cursed before preparing to defend himself from the incoming assault.' I know that this is going to be the worst part. He can out move my eyes without even trying,' Shinko frowned trying to lock onto anything that was the real Sanageyama.
"MEN!" the black haired fighter was batted back, the blow rebounding off of his sword. A vibration ran through his arms as every single point of the afterimages drew the weapon into the next position simultaneously.
"DOU!" the phasing foe shouted in a loud scream. Shinko felt the blow catch his back with a heavy impact and throw him forward through a fading form of the person that his him. The fact Uzu's new Blade Regalia Mk. Three was so skilled bothered him and the damage it inflicted made him even more upset.
"KOTE!" a straight forward swing to the chin blew through his crossed blades and threw the youth into the air. Sanageyama jumped up and drew the Life Fiber based weapon back even more, it was about to come crashing down upon the airborne youth.
"MEN!" the green haired Committee Head shouted once more as the separated twin blades were thrown aside. The overhead blow hit full impact upon the Kamui wearer's chest, his eyes bulging out in the sudden shock of pain. The seventeen year old crashed to the concrete a moment later where everything was starting to fade out to black.
Somehow though he willed himself up hands raised instead of blades, both of which were jabbed dozens of feet apart across the street and in the office complex to his right." DOU!" another yell from Uzu Sanageyama. After the scream the massive kendo stick slammed into the injured fighter's face and blasted him into the next building on the opposite side of the alley way. It shook and Shinko fell through its front wall as well.
'Stand,' with a shout of sheer will he forced his feet to work and his body to lift up from the ground both hands now clutched firmly on either side. The Honnoji Osaka Raid leader took sloy steps forward knowing that his weapon was the only one for several dozen yards and that Kurosaki was beaten to a near unconscious state.
"KOTE!" the concrete shattered as the blow smashed against the top of Shinko's head. His sturdy frame fell to both knees and blood began to trickle from the now open welt atop his scalp. Shinko's hands were planted into the concrete as a support all the while heavy breathes escaping far more rapid than before.
"MEN! DOU! KOTE! MEN! DOU! KOTE! MEN! DOU! KOTE!" each scream symbolized a hit and they were repeated over and over again. Shinko was batted up and down the sidewalk his bleeding frame being juggled like a beach ball. The rebel's near non-existing guard fell away and the fast precise strikes all crushed against his frame sending him further and further down from the center streets of the city.
'Shinko! Wake up! I can't keep active if you aren't conscious!' the Kamui shouted to his wearer feeling every blow as it tenderized the black haired teenager's body. No response came at all as the strikes continued in rhythmic beating.
"MEN!" the scream of Sanageyama came wailing down with a loud screeching sound. It most definitely would have put down the Kamui wearer for good, that was until it was stopped by two hands both gloved in black fabric.
"You are not going to beat me here!" stars began to shine out from Sentokitsu. Blood was falling from the wearer to the wearee and quickly adding power to the already impressive one hundred percent Life Fiber article. Shinko's blue eyes started to fill with determination as both hands pushed the opposing weapon up and backward slowly walking forward with enough force to move the Three Star.
"What the hell? You were unconscious!" Sanageyama tried to fight it but the power of the Kamui was overwhelming what he was doing. His feet were beginning to dig in the resistance to starting to really build up momentum.
"Sentokitsu Kaze!" the black boots that had stood out against the red fabric of the Kamui opened in the back vents appearing from the back. A stream of green light began to rage out as the Goku Uniform wearer was struggling to withstand the power of his opposition. The concrete shifted as Shinko took to the air blowing back Sanageyama and gaining a stark advantage.
'THUD!' with a rocketing push a left cross slammed into the kendo stick. The skill of the blind teenager was something more than amazing. The fact that Sanageyama could repel a flying punch from a Kamui was beyond even that.
The costume morphed even more out of the typical shape than it had a few seconds prior. The black portions along the sides reached across his entire torso and linked together with the red chest portion popping out like a suit of armor's chest-plate. Two shoulder 'blades' reached out from his shoulders the red frame glowing with the stars of the new transformation. His black armlets gripped tightly with a tight ridging above the knuckles of his fist as the thrusters coming from the boots grew broader like the fringes of vents.
'This is a new transformation. Your father never proposed this form whatsoever,' Sentokitsu noted glaring down at the now highly modified form of his shape. Shinko was still very much so out of it, holding himself steady against the air by sheer will alone.
"I know. I made it up just now if we lose here Ryuko and Senketsu will be all alone to fend off the entire group of them," he said tired and out of breath goosebumps riding up through the fabric of his Kamui. It was clear that back at the high school something had gone down that was amazingly impactful and powerful at the same time.
'I see,' Sentokitsu gave a resounding response.' You must feel that as well. I can feel your skin raising,' the Kamui remarked as they pulled back from the hyper-powerful weapon held tightly in Uzu Sanageyama's hands.
"Yeah that's pretty damn strong. I wonder if she can sense what we're up to?" Shinko panted from his hovering state. Blood still flowed from his head and face but he could at least fight back now, he hoped.
"You still are unarmed!" the weapon swung and missed, it cut through a trail of fire rather than bashing into a solid frame. Shinko lowered slightly and the next swing came missing by only a few inches as he bolted backward. The next blow came in the typical stream and sequence of 'MEN! DOU! KOTE!' but with the versatility of the transformed state he could dodge them even just barely.
Shinko darted down under the last swing and hugged the ground gripping tightly to the concrete that had been broken with his body. Sanageyama rushed swinging the weapon but it missed just by the smallest fraction giving the lone fighter against him time to gain even that much more ground. A spinning ball of flames later and the flying youths's gloved hands were wrapped around the broadsword variant of the Murasama, its chain drawn out slightly.
The silver-like chain was snaked up and down his right arm as the two handed grip tightened around it. Both of his black boots pressed into the ground the wind cutters upon his back ready to do what their name implied.
'Are you sure that you can handle using a Finishing Move? You have been pretty beaten up in this fighting and you already used one prior,' warning the Kamui glared forward at the defending warrior. Sanageyama was a force in both physical strength and skill it would be difficult to catch him with a full on hit with the ending blow but it would not have been impossible.
"Yeah. Have a little faith its pretty clear you branched down a path that dad didn't intend so just keep riding that wave," a patented smile crossed the onyx haired teenager's face as the vent on the back of the modified boots open and heat rippled slowly out. His sword was held at stance the shining edge of the weapon gleaming out against the fading light of the rapidly setting sun.' Everything is still hurting he's beaten me around pretty good. If I hold it together though,' he thought preparing for the take off that was most definite to follow.
The vents exploded with a loud crashing noise as he revved up and pushed forward in a huge wall of flames. His sword was drawn back the edge of the modified Murasama sparking to life with the same green glow that had engulfed its katana counterpart. Sanageyama prepared in full, the heavy kendo weapon being drawn to the side like the sword of a samurai ready to cast down those foolish enough to charge.
"Let's see you stand up to this Sanageyama!" the air burst almost deafening as he rocketed off at top speed. The sword shimmered with a trail of sparks as it ground against the concrete that was beneath it.
"Finishing Move!" he brought the blade up as he drew near ready to deliver a horizontal slash, the first of the finishing combination.
"KOTE!" the Three Star kendo staff swung forward snapping the air around it in the process. Sanageyama had thrown it forward with such force that his Goku Uniform was steaming in several area from the speed and aggression. The samurai inspired Goku Uniform burst with power as the weapons edge began to hum to life.
"CLAYMORE!" the broadened blade met the kendo stick with an explosion that flattened half the block. Their frames were fired back in the dome of pressure that expanded after the contact. Glass, stone, resin, all of it was sent flying backwards in a circular bubble as the two teenagers were sent tumbling down the streets in a series of large scrapes and rolls.
Both smashed through chunks of debris before stopping finally. Their gazes met, even over the span of the hundred or so yards between them they could feel the determination from the other. That was until their faces contorted to a smile and their heads rocked back to the pavement, both were unconscious.
"Look why I got back Satsuki," Ryuko turned holding the left hand of her Kamui up. Tears were in the brims of her eyes as the sounds of combat rattled off from the Nudist Beach members that had stormed the scene.
Satsuki had a stoic face that had only he faintest appearance of shock upon it. The determination of the teenager to not only fight her with an incomplete Kamui but run at her without any rhyme or reason had been impressive. It also proved to shock her as well the do-or-die attitude of Ryuko always set a certain feeling off in her mind, a hatred for rebellion? Or something else entirely?
"Very well then Matoi. I believe now is a good as time as any to make a true mockery of you," Satsuki said coldly. Noises of her fringe students being overwhelmed was proof of what the had been sent there for.
"Not going to happen!" a swift and blunt response off of the edge of Ryuko's tongue.
Osaka is heating up to be a true battlefield what can happened next for our heroes? Can Nudist Beach fend off the powerful threat of the Honnoji Elite Four? Maybe haven't figured that out yet...
Thanks for reading,
~Herodan3