My Anger! (Part Two)
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"I'll give you that…"
The word echoed all around my head. This feeling… It was the same sense of pride that I felt during my fight a while ago. Where I attacked Yui. The flame appeared in my vision once again. It looked almost as if it wanted to say something to me. But, in the end it decided not to.
It seemed to almost stare at me. No, not at me… through me. I felt a calm wash over me. Everything was silent. Not a single sound could be heard. It was like it was waiting for me to speak to it first.
So, i opened my mouth, ready to say something, when suddenly,
SPLASH!!
My eyes jolted open in an instant.Only to see the last of my flames dying out right before my eyes. Mizuchi of the Top Five stood in front of me, a large grin plastered on his face. That damned smile was practically mocking me, laughing at how weak I was in comparison to him.
I instinctively reached for Apollo, however my arm stopped short as my vision quickly faded to black, a small blue hue, barely visible, came from the distance.
There he was. Mazoku.
"Are you really going to be beaten by a little water. Those are mere splashes compared to the raging inferno that is your power." He laughed, then, suddenly stopped.
His laughter died out and became a sigh.
"I'm wondering, in hindsight, were you the right person to give my brilliant power to? I changed your future, I broke the very fabric of reality as this world knows it. For what exactly? To choose a kid that doesn't even know who he is." It suddenly hit me, like a train going at full speed. The anger inside of me. It wasn't foreign to me. It wasn't mazoku that made all this anger well up inside of me. It was a part of me this whole time. An anger, that at some point or another, i have to become one with. I was running away from who I once was. I was running from the weak reflection of myself. Instead of accepting who I was and evolving because of it. I was too blinded by this power that I wasn't truly myself.
I placed my hand on the ground, and then slowly pushed myself up once more.
"You should've given me this power Mazoku, and this more powerful version of myself."
I paused for a second. Embracing my anger. My anger at society as a whole, but more importantly, my anger at myself, for being too weak. I wouldn't run from it anymore. I wouldn't hide behind my future.
"The strong version of me… THAT'S THE VERSION I WANT TO BE!"
CRACKLE!
My fire burst out as I thrust my palm forward. From this point onward, I wouldn't run, and I most certainly wouldn't hide.
I'll take all this anger that I feel, and I'll forge it into a weapon. The strongest weapon this world has ever seen. A weapon to be used against those who abuse their power.
My thoughts were quickly disturbed by the sound of Okashi's laughter.
"Is that really all you had? Being beat by the weakest move he can use. How does that make you feel?"
My vision once again faded to black. In front of me stood another version of myself.
"You want to forge your anger into a weapon? Don't make me laugh. You know it has always been something you wanted to get rid of. And now you want to use it, to forge it… What changed?"
The version in front of me quickly cut off his laughter.
"Just give up Amon. You can't always live the way you want to. Just because your magic is stronger now, doesn't mean that everything will end up going your way. Your anger is no longer yours to control. It's bigger, and much, much stronger than you. Now, stop holding me back. Stop trying to use your anger, and let your anger use you!"
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(This is the symbol that indicates the change to third person.)
Amon stood there, his outstretched hand giving off a mystic blue hue, his stone cold face giving off no emotion whatsoever.
Okashi's works flew across the training room, finally making their way to Amon's ears…
"Yui must be so embarras-"
A lightning fast bolt of fire flew at breakneck speeds towards Okashi, slicing his cheek open, and simultaneously cauterizing the wound. Pure rage filtered across Amons' previously cold face.
Okashi winced in pain as he brought a white glove up to his cheek, a small trickle of blood staining his glove.
Amons voice erupted like a volcano, the venom and malice dripping from his voice could be heard from miles away.
"SHUT UP!"
Amon's flames reacted to his emotions. Whereas before, they danced majestically in the wind. Now, they roared like a wild beast, waiting to hunt their prey.
The flames that surrounded Amon's right arm were so intense that they slowly burnt their way up Amon's right sleeve, leaving nothing but ashes behind.
Amon slowly raised his left hand to brush a loose strand of hair out of his face, his eyes gazing straight into his opponents.
Almost instantly afterwards a flame seemed to outstretch from hush ead, before settling on the shape of a horn. A horn that looked like it belonged on satan.
Okashi and gale both stood their, frozen in shock, only able to utter one single phrase,
"T-This magic… It's u-unfathomable…"
Mizuchi was suddenly filled with a burning anger when they said this. He was Amon's perfect counter. This welp couldn't possibly beat him.
"TAKE THIS AMON, YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT!" He roared.
In an instant, his hands fired two massive beams of pure water straight towards Amon.
Amon stood there, his face still visibly contorted into one full of anger.
However Mizuchi stood there, with a face full of confidence that he had just defeated Amon… How wrong he was.
Amon's flames quickly burst into a much brighter blue as he flicked his hand upwards, a blue wall of flames came up out of the ground, ready to defend against Mizuchi's attack.
The second the attack hit the wall, all the water quickly boiled and turned into steam, clouding both of their views.
Mizuchi stood there with squinted eyes, unable to move, yet also unable to tell if he had successfully beaten Amon.
Everything became extremely silent…
Mizuchi's face split into one of pure arrogance.
"HAHA I BEAT YOU AMON IGNIS. IN THE END YOU WERE STILL NOTHING."
A small shadow moved through the steam, before quickly picking up speed and heading straight towards Mizuchi.
Komore, recognizing what was going to happen, quickly shouted to Mizuchi,
"GET AWAY FROM THERE!"
Mizuchi's face warped in an instant, going from one of arrogance, to one of horrific, resolute fear.
Amon appeared right in front of Mizuchi's face, grabbing him tightly around the neck and lifting him up off of the ground.
Amon spoke, words that he would never normally use came out of his mouth. He sounded similar to Okashi. Confident, bordering on arrogance.
"I'm sure that it hurts to be in this position, about to be beaten by the weakest in the school"
Amon slowly took a step backwards, before pacing back forwards again and driving his fist straight into Mizuchi's rib cage.
CRACK!
The sound of Mizuchi's rib breaking echoed throughout the entire arena.
A smirk appeared on Amon's face as he dropped the unconscious body of Mizuchi to the ground. He now no longer resembles the Amon that everyone knew and incessantly hated.
He looked as if he were a monster, a devil, one who took pride and enjoyment out of beating others.
Amon looked down, disgust filling his eyes as his confident smirk became full blown laughter.
Komore stood in shock, rage flooding his system as he charged straight towards Amon.
Komore thrust out his right palm, which quickly grew a spike, heading towards Amon's chest.
Amon stood there, staring directly into Komore's eyes, into his soul.
As komore got closer, Amon held out his left hand, preparing to stop the spike. He held no fear, there was no time for any other emotion than anger.
Komore felt as if he had no control over his body, he felt like a slave to his anger. That was why he was rushing straight towards Amon, intending to impale him with a spike.
Amon pushed his left hand to meet Komore's right, generating a fire hot enough to melt rock, causing the spike on Komore's hand to become nothing more than a pool of molten rock upon the ground.
Amon held out his right hand and shot a bolt of fire cleanly through Komore's right leg, the intensity of the flames cauterizing the wound almost instantly.
Komore fell to his knees, grabbing his leg and trying to soothe the endless pain he was in, when Amon suddenly grabbed his hair and drove his head directly into his knee.
Komore's limp body fell down directly on top of mizuchi
Amon stood there, eyes brimming with anger.
"Three down, two to go.".