Pandora is standing in the Akashic records, looking over the list she got from Icarus who was in turn, given it by Osiris.

- Raijin

- Michael

- Tsukuyomi

- Sobek

- Cthulhu

- Thoth

- Hachiman

- Yu Huang

- Fenrir

- Sett

- Tyr

"What to do…? I need… SOMETHING. ANYTHING!" She says looking a little confused when Icarus walks in after his talk with Michael.

"What're you doing here? Isn't the fifth round underway!?"

Pandora looks back. "Yeah. It is. But I need to figure out a plan going forward!"

"Who did we send out this time?" Icarus walks up to the console crossing his arms.

"I don't know…" Pandora says in deep thought.

"YOU DON'T KNOW!? They didn't even get a weapon from you?!" Icarus furiously erupts making Pandora jump, snapping out of her own thoughts.

"W-well no but… I was told it'd be fine,"

"By who exactly!?"

"By… Buddha? He said he'd send a friend?" Icarus seems to almost INSTANTLY replace his anger with surprise upon hearing Buddha's name.

"T-THE Buddha!? He's helping you?"

"Helping US. Helping humanity. He can't fight but I have faith that he sent someone strong! And while he's fighting… we make a plan going forward! Wanna help?!" Pandora asks excitedly looking at him with sparkling eyes.

Icarus blushes and looks to the side, his wing slightly moving up over his mouth like a mask to hide his blush. "... Sure. W-what are we dealing with?"

-In the arena-

Heimdall and the other gods look on in amazement as the arena, mere minutes into the battle, is in complete SHAMBLES. "I-incredible! Without even raising their weapons at each other, Tyr and Wukong have already practically LEVELED the arena!" Heimdall comments as Wukong leaps into the air into a full front-flip, coming with with an axe-kick, which Tyr casually raises his hand to block, making his feet bury themselves in the floor from the impact. Wukong back-flips off, landing and in an instant blasts forward with a sweeping low kick, Tyr raising his foot above the attack with ease, Wukong following his kick into an acrobatic corkscrew-flip, Tyr stepping back to dodge again, Wukong striking the ground instead, switching foot for a straight kick which Tyr puts his hand out to block, being forcefully pushed back.

"Come on now! You're BARELY moving!? I thought this was a FIGHT! You scared or something!? Wouldn't blame you!" Wukong says leaning on his staff.

Tyr looks at his arm seeing the dirt from Wukong's kick. "I thought it was a fight as well. Yet you haven't raised that staff to me yet."

Wukong blinks a few times and grins ear to ear. "Fine with me! I'm gonna give you a little taste of what my trusty Ruyi Jingu Bang can do!" He says gently raising the staff. "Get him, Ruyi Jingu BANG!" He thrusts the giant staff forward and it suddenly extends at immense speeds, Tyr drawing his blade instantly, striking the staff which still pushes him back until he crashes into the wall, Wukong smirking. "Now you see? No point in ending this too-" He pauses as suddenly Tyr is in his peripheral vision, striking at his neck with the sword. Wukong grabs the blade out of the air with one hand, Tyr pushing as Wukong's staff retracts. "Oi oi. You're fast aren't you?" He looks at the runes along the blade. "Magic? Ya got any?"

"Certainly. Hiti," Tyr mutters as suddenly the blade turns red, Wukong letting go and leaping back rather monkey-like, blowing on his hand as it seems comically swollen.

"Kyi kyi kyi. Acha cha. Hot hot hot," His hand slowly returns to normal. He grips his staff and spins it around expertly. "Not cool."

"No. It was heat. Now come. Give it your best shot," Tyr holds out his sword challengingly. "No less will do."

Wukong tilts his head back slightly with a smirk. "Oh trust me pal. You DON'T want that," He swings his staff around over his head, spinning on his heel, Ruyi Jingu Bang extending several meters striking Tyr's side, though the war god managed to raise his blade to block again, getting pushed to the side before he stands firm and runs up the length of the staff, sparks flying from the grinding of his sword against the staff. Wukong retracts his staff and spins it into a thrust, but Tyr dodges it in an instant, swinging his blade at Wukong. The Monkey King retracts Ruyi Jingu Bang again, spinning it and slamming it through the ground to block the strike pushing on it with one hand, Tyr and him standing face to face once again. "You're pretty strong. I'll give you that. Kikiki. But to beat ME!?" Wukong suddenly kicks straight up, under Tyr's guard striking the god straight in the jaw, sending him flying into the air. "You're gonna need more than 'pretty strong'! And DEFINITELY more than one hand!" He leaps into the air after him, raising Ruyi Jingu Bang over his head for a strike. Tyr grips his sword tightly as suddenly his strange eye glows, the rune inside of it changing.

"You are strong. Good. Now let me give you motivation to fight me seriously. Svipr," Suddenly his sword shoots a MASSIVE gust of wind out, striking Wukong back and Tyr safely lands on the ground. "Elding," His runic eye changes once again and lightning crackles along his body and he shoots forward with a blitz of electricity, striking Wukong before he lands, sending him across the arena, then rushing to where he's going and striking again, knocking Wukong around again and again. He finishes with a sword-strike, Wukong blocking it with Ruyi Jingu Bang and he slides back, sticking the staff in the ground to stop his own momentum.

"Okay. Maybe I underestimated you a BIT," He says wiping blood from his cheek.

The gods cheer. "YEAH! Get him!" "Finally! Someone put the HURT on this bastard!" "Tyr's gonna fucking KILL HIM! Finally!" "GET HIM! Don't let up!"

Tyr points his sword forward again. " Hmpf. Quit pretending to be harmed. Unlike them, I am not blind," This simple statement silences the entire arena. "You pretended to get hit to toy with me didn't you? But I saw it. You blocked my strikes,"

Wukong sticks his tongue out. "Heh. You got me," He holds out his arms. "This is what happens when you're just TOO STRONG!"

Tyr nods. "Hm. For future reference. Don't do that. It takes away from the battle. This is not a playground,"

Wukong swipes under his nose. "Maybe not for you. But for me? Oh yeah it is," He suddenly thrusts Ruyi Jingu Bang forward again making it extend at rapid speeds, Tyr knocking it into the air as it approaches seemingly without effort.

Up in the stands, Izanagi and Izanami observe, Izanagi stroking his beard leaning forward. "That Wukong. Messing about, even during Ragnarok. Has he no shame?"

For this bout Tsukuyomi is here, standing next to his father's throne, arms crossed. "When a being reaches a certain level of power, consequences cease to hold meaning and you act on your own behalf. Look at lord Ra. Or Lord Zeus. Or you, for that matter, father," He says and Izanagi chuckles.

"I suppose that is true, my dearest son!" He puts a hand on Tsukuyomi's head on top of his hoodie patting him. "Quite the observation my boy!"

Tsukuyomi steps back slightly. "Father. I am not a child anymore," He fixes his mask a bit.

Izanami smiles. "You will ALWAYS be our child, sweetheart. No matter what," She looks back to the fight at hand, seeing the two clashing some more. "But I am a little worried about this fight. I cannot see them when they move so swiftly. It is not entertaining,"

Tsukuyomi nods. "Worry not mother. I have fast eyes. I will relay what is happening. Hopefully."

"Thank you! So sweet of you, dear!"

Tsukuyomi pulls his mask up a bit as if to hide a blush. "Do not mention it, mother."

Wukong strikes at Tyr with Ruyi Jingu Bang again, but Tyr simply dodges under the attack and grinds his sword against the bottom, running forward to close the distance, Wukong swinging the staff over his head while shrinking it back down, into a spin and a swing. Blocked. Another, from the opposite side. Blocked again. He spins back around fully, Tyr now standing right in front of him and as he raises his staff to attack, Tyr grabs hold of his wrist. "Do better," He suddenly kicks Wukong back, sending him tumbling across the floor. "I'm here to find an opponent who can let me prove that I am the strongest war god. So far. You are not it. You are strong. But this farce? It's not even a fight. You are not remotely taking it seriously. Where is Hachiman? Perhaps I will find him and challenge him instead,"

Wukong gets up patting himself down. "The fuck… did you say? I'm not it? You're not annoyed by how easily I can keep up with you?" He huffs glaring at Tyr, grinding his sharp teeth angrily.

Tyr grunts. "Hmpf. You think you are keeping up? How naive. I'm simply matching you blow for blow. After all…" He tilts his head back a bit, his runic eye glowing rather menacingly. "Why would a warrior battle with his all against a child?"

Wukong grips his staff tightly. "Oh? So that's how it is?" He suddenly up, tilting his head back. "You're in for a taste now," He suddenly shoots forward, flinging the debris on the floor behind him against the wall from the sheer force of his leap. He strikes at Tyr with his staff, but the god blocks the strike again only to find almost in the same instant that he's struck in the stomach by Wukong's foot, the monkey king speeding up behind him, forcing Tyr to spin and get ready for the incoming attack, which slams against his block launching him into the floor of the arena, shaking the entire stadium from the impact. "You have NO IDEA who the FUCK you're MESSING WITH!" Wukong thrusts Ruyi Jingu Bang forward, but rather than just extending in length it also gets thicker, large enough for Wukong to stand on it. It keeps extending FAR FAR into the sky, crushing Tyr beneath it. MONKEY KING'S DIVINE PILLAR! Wukong grabs the edge of the staff and jumps, shrinking it down in mere moments while also using it to gain even more height. Tyr springs back up, looking into the air in shock.

"Hiding this much still? Heh. Good. BRING IT ON, WUKONG!" He yells out making the gods cheer.

"Parry this you cocky God," He grips Ruyi Jingu Bang and launches it back down at Tyr, the staff instantly BURSTING to a size that matches the arena, making the audience panic seeing the sun suddenly getting blocked out by the staff LUNGING down like a missile. Tyr sheathes his blade and holds up his arm, the tattoo on it glowing a faint purple as he's hit by the unavoidable strike, forcing him to his knees. MONKEY KING'S GOD-CRUSHING… Wukong comes shooting down at incredible speeds as well flipping in the air, before kicking the other end of Ruyi Jingu Bang with all his might, caving in the entire floor of the arena. … SPEAR! Wukong leaps off the staff making it shrink on his way down, grabbing it and tossing it down, striking the floor standing straight up, and he lands on the tip perfectly, squatting down. he grips it with his toes, preparing to attack again when a voice chimes up from the stands.

"Wukong! Calm! DOWN!" Wukong looks up seeing Buddha giving him a little look, followed by a thumbs up.

Wukong takes a deep breath, looking at Tyr in front of him. "Had enough, Tyr?" Tyr is lying on the floor looking at the sky. "Oi oi oi. Don't tell me you already kicked the bucket? That'd be a real hassle for me!"

Tyr smirks slightly. "What an incredible power you have," He rolls back to his feet somehow unscathed. "Good thing I had the Shield of the Vanir," He holds up his arm forming a little purple bubble.

Wukong smirks. "Heh. A shield to match Ruyi Jingu Bang huh? Fine. I'm just gonna have to break it,"

Tyr smirks. "I'm glad I was wrong,"

Wukong flips off his staff, picking it out of the ground. "Wrong about what exactly?"

"You may not be a warrior," His sword flares up with the purple 'shield' around it, making it grow larger. "But you certainly are no child either!" The two fighters launch at each other.

Up in the stands Izanagi and Izanami look absolutely shocked as Ruyi Jingu Bang extends to this insane degree. "W-what in the name of SHINTO is that staff!?" Izanami yells as the arena shakes from Wukong's God-crushing Spear.

Tsukuyomi has to grab his father's throne to steady himself. "It is a wise move to not go all out from the start, but this is unlike anything I have ever seen…"

Izanagi crosses his arms grunting. "Indeed. Wukong's staff is quite heavy indeed. Unfortunately I don't know of many gods who can lift it as easily as he."

Tsukuyomi nods. "Only Thor and Zeus come to mind. Do you know how heavy it is, father?"

Suddenly a voice chimes up from behind the thrones. "It weighs 7960 kilograms," Tsukuyomi turns to look only to see the man lean around Izanami's throne and she looks up at him only to get a sudden kiss on the cheek from the man, making her gasp in shock. He is an old-looking man as well, with slightly wrinkled skin, long light-green hair and a massive well-kept beard reaching down to his waist, and His eyes are piercing green with black eyeballs. His outfit is regal in nature with big loose sleeves, also green and with red accents. His shoulders have golden and jade-colored armor, one is a dragon's head and the other is a more ordinary design. As he stands tall suddenly he finds a katana pointed at his throat and face from Tsukuyomi.

"Step away from my mother, this instant. I will not hesitate,"

Izanagi suddenly stands. "Kids. Stand down. I will handle this!" He steps up next to the relatively short man, staring down at him and suddenly pulls back his fist, the god doing the same and they suddenly cup hands. "Yu Huang! It has been too long, old friend! BWAHAHA!" Izanagi claims and Yu Huang just chuckles heartedly.

"My apologies, Izanagi. I have unfortunately been quite busy these past few eons," The two claps each other on the shoulders. "It is good to see you have not aged a day since we last saw each other," He smiles at Izanami. "And you as well, dearest Izanami. You are as radiant as the day I first laid eyes upon you, hohoho,"

Izanami waves her hand dismissively, blushing a bit. "Oh youuuu,"

Tsukuyomi looks confused for a moment. However he recognizes him after a second and instantly takes a knee. "My sincerest apologies for my behavior Uncle Yu Huang. It has been too long I did not recognize you," He says respectfully.

Yu Huang strokes his beard. "Stand, child of Shinto. No need to be so formal with me. In fact, I would be disappointed…" Yu Huang holds out his arms. "If my favorite niece did not give me a hug," He raises an eyebrow and Tsukuyomi stands and pulls up his mask.

"N-Nephew… now," He says, Yu Huang looking to Izanagi and Izanami who are oddly silent.

Yu Huang clears his throat. "I… see. I have missed a lot of your life, my dear nephew. But a hug shall be administered nonetheless!" He says hugging Tsukuyomi, The young god hugging him back briefly before pulling away. Yu Huang takes out an ornately decorated box from his sachel. "Then I suppose… this gift will not be as appreciated as I had hoped," He opens the box, revealing an utterly gorgeous jade hairpin. "I will have something more appropriate made,"

Tsukuyomi gently takes the box. "No this is fine. I like it. Thank you uncle. Now you… were speaking of Wukong?"

Yu Huang nods and snaps his fingers as another throne is brought in for him and one for Tsukuyomi as well, sitting down next to Izanami with Tsukuyomi next to him. As he sits a tiny little white drake crawls out from his sleeve and onto his lap. "Indeed. I, of all gods, have interacted with that… being moreso than any other. His staff, Ruyi Jingu Bang, is property of my child, Ao Kuang. I truly did not expect to see him fight here,"

Tsukuyomi looks at the little white drake as Yu Huang pets it. "He took your son's weapon? How crude. But even so… all the rumors are SURELY exaggerated."

Yu Huang pets the dragon in his lap which shivers a bit. He looks to Tsukuyomi who keeps staring at the little adorable dragon, and picks it up and places it in his lap, Tsukuyomi blushing under his mask and gently pets it hearing its adorable mewls. "I can assure you, child. He is not a being to be taken lightly. His title as Unstoppable in all of Heaven is not mere exaggeration. The gods do not exaggerate the power of mortals. Though. I must admit…" he looks at Tyr who is seemingly easily handling Wukong's speed and strength. "I've never seen a man go toe to toe with Wukong so casually. Truly a match, worthy of not just my time. But the time of ALL gods! So watch closely. We shall witness divine history in the making!"

Suddenly Wukong breaks from the exchanges and jumps back landing cleanly on his staff, sitting on his toes on top. He shrugs a bit, and picks his ear. "Hey Tyr. You know. After my little tantrum back there, I'm a little tired of fighting. Wanna take a break?" He asks casually.

Tyr stands firm for a few seconds as Wukong isn't moving at all… so he sits down on the ground, stabbing his sword into the floor. "Sure."

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"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTT!?"