I continued to battle this guy, who could put up one hell of a fight, might I say. I decided to use berserk and took him out, I realized I was getting stronger. I somehow got faster and I could generate energy, and control how that energy was dispersed. So I spun in a circle picking up speed, and shot out energy that would circle around me and force all outside forces outward, and any inside force back inward. So I was able to blow away this guy. I took a hit from a sound blast in my back, I turned around to see Sounwave sabotaging my fight against Forester. He was blasting me in the back with sound waves pushing me to the wall. Suddenly kanjis 堕落した魂の芸術 blazed as symbols in the sky and suddenly I was ignite with power. I started floating and emitted blue energy. Then more symbols started flowing out of me like a river, they said 倒れた兄弟の芸術, 堕ちた兄弟の芸術, 宇宙の可能性の芸術, and 操り人形マスターの芸術. I released a burst of energy, then all the symbols were swallowed by one set of symbols, 真の人間性の芸術 then that set to disappeared, and I was controlled by the spirit of the nine-hundred feathered falcon or 九百羽のハヤブサ. Then I started dodging sound blasts traveling 740 mph, before they even touch me. Sending vines of fire to grab and ensnare my opponents, they were designed to look like chains. I started ripping through the barriers holding back my powers, they were known as 8つの門, or, the eight gates. They were installed in my arm by the time I woke up the night before. I had trained to use them.. Suddenly, I saw two people standing in the doorway blocking the only exit, they glared at us and I warped back into my bunk, exhausted. I fell right asleep forgetting completely about the memories. Then, a strange man walked towards me and stuck out his hand , which looked like it was stitched together hastedly, consisting of stitches in startling quantities. He was wearing a cloak covering the top half of his body, he was also wearing jeans. He walked toward me and threw his cloak off, his body was covered in scars and stitches holding down skin that was purple-ish red in color, as if he was burned and had skin attached as if it was to make up for skin that was burned. His hand ignited with flames going from red to blue to white. He looked young, like he was in his twenties. I realized we were in a city, suddenly, he let his fire burn down the entire city, I stared in terror as skyscrapers, crumbling and burning, fell to ashes. He said this reign of terror will continue until he finds Moeru yōna mono or The Fiery One. I saw that the man in my dream was battling a woman named the Banshīpairo o Bureau, saying that she was The Fiery One. He started shooting red-hot fire from his hands. The woman used blue fire to block it, it seemed so effortless when she blocked the fire. The man Seemed to summon all his strength into making white fire that he started coughing blood. Then out of nowhere he was incinerated. This fiery figure arrived at the fight and sent the ashes to encase the woman. The woman burned the ashes somehow and ripped the bones from the flaking burned corpse. She attacked the guy who killed him and was immediately turned to dust as he burned her with a concentrated blast of fire.
I jolted awake at the sound of talking, I could make out the words fight and trouble being thrown around. I saw the sun peer through my window lighting up the room.
¨rise and shine, another day of training awaits you this bright and sunny day.¨ said a man as he opened the door. He seemed to be dressed as if he would attend a masquerade ball that evening, hiis mask seemed metal and tough, as if he had taken steel to make the mask.
¨this time we will see what you really got, by that I mean you will fight to the death for the faction´s amusement.¨ he said as if to initiate an event that would eventually make a fight happen, but nothing happened. I dashed out to the training grounds to improve my skills before the fights but they were already happening. I looked up at the roster for the fights and I had to fight the sand guy again.
I watched as match after match people barely escaped alive. The sand guy was listed as The Nameless, because we are called by our hero name, mine was The Unpredictable. Anyone who fought knew my name was based on my fighting style of throwing caution to the wind and breaking my bones to win a fight. I knew my style would please the higher faction and make me a favorable fighter in their perspective of the matches. I started by breaking his bones from the inside out and slamming him into the wall. None of this worked as he slammed me into the wall and ripped my arm out of his socket. I felt a pulsing pain in my left arm and pummeled the sand guy with no stopping. He just barely shielded himself and I won the fight. Next I fought someone who fought with fire and almost burned me alive, again I fought by trying to inflict injuries such as broken bones.
¨I don't think that will work, but you can try.¨ said the fire man with a grin on his face as the smell of burnt skin floated through the air and this guy kicked me in the stomach and launched me onto the wall. My nose started bleeding, and I felt my back burn to ashes
¨Die vermin!¨ I yelled as I finally landed a hit and blew his fire away from me using a fan. I smashed his face into his own fire and burned him pretty good.
"I surrender!!!" said Seth, the man who burnt my back off.
"Fine," I sai, letting him out of my headlock. I immediately fainted as all the pain was felt at once and I was overwhelmed.
"What the ?" I said. I stared at the spear that was impaling me, and got oout of bed and ripped the spear out of my chest, leaving a huge hole and gushing blood where it had impaled me