Kaiju Fighters Ch. 54
Deep within the forests around Mt. Fuji is seemingly an abandoned building. However, within the building there is one soul that is using it as a home and a dojo.
Standing in the center of the building is a well-built man currently clad in what appears to be traditional armor of a samurai. The armor is mostly black, with red shoulder and knee pads, and partial red on the chest plate, the red is highlighted with yellow. The helmet is black as well with a yellow outlining and what appears to be a single yellow horn coming right above the forehead. The man has a katana strapped to his belt. The handle and guard of the sword match the patterns of his armor.
The warrior draws his weapon and begins swinging it around. After the eighth swing, he holds the sword out in front of him, right above a string barely visible. Cutting the thread, a few clicks and clanks are heard as a wooden post comes at him from the right. Quickly dodging out of the way of the projectile, the warrior swings his sword and slices the post in half. As he lands three more posts came at him from different directions. Moving even faster the samurai spins, seeming to take care of them at the same time. Then, he jumps back as the final largest of the wooden posts falls from the ceiling and lands in front of him. His blade is engulfed in lightning. With one final swing, the lightning is sent towards the post that exploded into millions of splinters.
The warrior feels a sinister presence enter the room and demands, "What are you doing here?"
"Would you believe that I just wanted to check up on you?" Ghidorah asks as takes few steps closer. One look into the warrior's eyes was all he needed to get an answer. "You're probably right. I don't even believe it," the self-proclaimed king shakes his head. "That was an impressive display of power."
The samurai points his sword at the dragon, "I'll ask you again. What are you doing here?" the sword begins crackling with electricity.
Ghidorah looks over to his right and spots a display with seven more swords on it. "How about we discuss it over a quick match?" he walks over to the stand and picks up one of the swords.
"As if I would let you kill me!"
"I never said that I would kill you," The King of Terror examines the blade. "I just thought that we could spar as we discuss some business."
The warrior lets the electricity die down. "What kind of business?" he cranes his head to the side, trying to determine whether or not this is some kind of trap.
"Just a little proposition where we both get what we want," Ghidorah swings the sword, testing it. "I think this one will do just fine," then he raises it above his head.
"Fine!" the warrior lowers his weapon. "But on the terms that we use only our natural abilities. So, no gravity beams and no flying."
The dragon places a hand over his chest, "You have my word."
The two bows. Then, the warrior picks up a chunk of wood that came off the post.
"When this hits the ground, we begin," the warrior tosses it into the air.
The two kept their stance, neither bothering to look at the wood. As soon as they heard it hit the ground, they charged at each other.
"So, what is this proposition you spoke of?" the warrior asks as the blades clash.
"It's simple, really." the dragon states. "I am once again trying to conquer Terra."
"Figures." The blades break apart and they clash three times. "I suppose you're going to destroy it after words," the disdain in the warrior's voice can easily be heard.
"No! in fact I plan to rule over it," once again the blades break apart and before clashing two times.
If the warrior wasn't wearing a helmet, you could see that he had raised an eyebrow at his opponent's statement. "What stopped you from ruling the other worlds you conquered?"
"Other than the fact that they were too small to house an enormous, three headed dragon?" Once again the blades disconnected and clashed four times.
"And for that you destroyed them."
"That was the reason I decided not to stay. I destroyed them because their inhabitants tried to destroy me," they both give one powerful shove until the weapons they were holding snapped in half.
"I can see your point," the warrior looks over the half of his blade that was still in his hand. "But why try and conquer Terra now and what do I have to do with it?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Ghidorah throws his halved weapon to the ground. "With what happened to us since we entered this world will make it easier to rule. I, however, am not fond of its current inhabitants."
"Even in this world, the humans are still destroying their home." the warrior walks over to a bench and sets his broken blade down. "I still don't see where I come in," he turns back to glare at the golden dragon.
"I cannot do it alone. I need some assistance. One who doesn't like humans either but is willing to make sure that we can still call this blue rock our home. And I'm sure your knowledge of ancient mysticism will be a grand help," the dragon walks up to the warrior with his hand held out. "So, what do you say, Battra?"
Battra removes his helmet to reveal his shining red eyes, and black hair with yellow highlights. The warrior stares at the offered hand before hesitantly taking it. Seeing the logic behind what Ghidorah has told him. "You have yourself a deal, your majesty."
"Excellent!" The King of terror chuckles.
End