A dashing, blond man with a bulky, muscular body whom he showed directly to the public eyes and wore only golden boxer pants, clapped a half-naked man's head till it exploded. Blood from the headless man showered on the blond man's body as its stance quickly trembled to a purple carpet with a neon white sillihoutte of a pony tail Geisha head artwork in the middle. Even though the head was lost, the body was still unsteadily shaking in fear like a fish out of water that only created a disgruntle expression through the killer.
Moreover, The blond man shook his head in disappointment as the shiny violet floor was filled by the corpse of a headless man with various outfits such as a suit, half-naked like that man he smashed, and even a headless woman's body was found on the carpet. Furthermore, his boresome commanded him to gaze at the above view.
His eyes only met a group of diamond-shaped lamps that were tangled around and illuminated a white light altogether. A towering, jade crystalized man with a body resembling a Sumo fighter and only wore cotton white underpants, watched the blond man's decapitation show on a crimson throne chair in a pleasing smile.
The Green Sumo also had a ball-shaped haircut that merged into one with the crystalized skin and his lime eyes shone like a street lantern. He got up from the chair and gave a praising grin towards The Blond Man's accomplishment.
"Well done, well done, my friend." The Green Sumo praised by clapping that created a sound of jewelry being hit onto each other.
"Toroki, give me the bed trophy right now!" The Blond Man demanded in annoyance,
"Sure. Just wait for a couple of minutes."
Toroki bowed in front of the mighty blond man before he left from his sight. His blue eyes repeatedly gave a discontentment look even though he finished slaughtering all the opponents by smashing their heads.
The Blond Man silently looked down onto the blood of his victims soiled into his chest as the thought mesmerized a past moment when stood above the burning destruction of civilization with his comrade, Gunvalian. They gazed at the hundreds of corpses laid down with horror faces on their death bed.
Afterward, he lifted his head to bring him back to the present time and squinted his blue eyes to fill the boredness of waiting for his great reward. All of sudden, a young man's voice called out his true name, "Jakon".
Jakon reality soon changed into an endless neon green sky which he managed to stand on top it. No cloud, wind, and even air were detected in this empty space. The sorrowfulness was the only thing the blond man could feel.
Gunvalian with Makoto's disguise emerged from the front view and locked his green eyes towards him, who he didn't see for quite some time. The two Distrunian met once again in a telepathic approach and The Blond Man soon chuckled.
"So, are you going to destroy this planet?" Jakon asked.
"It's an obvious answer." Gunvalian said without hesitation before he presumed in a warming voice of comfort, "However, Kirishima would not be included in my list."
Jakon was in fact shocked as he glared a suspicious stare towards Gunvalian. Nevertheless, he released a stoic deep laugh across the room, resembling deep villain laughter in the 80's cartoon.
"For further observation," Gunvalian concluded the reason.
The blond man stopped his laugh by hurling a green spit to the liquified ground. Jakon paid his full attention towards Gunvalian that sheepishly went down in gladness back and forth nonstop.
"Your eyes said otherwise." Jakon argued in a relaxing tone, "I am glad that you able to bond with another person other than me ."
"In honesty, I slowly got an enjoyment of doing something other than destroying." Gunvalian exclaimed, "Which was helping Kirishima to regain her old identity."
Jakon placed both of his hands onto the waist as he slowly formed a curiosity towards Gunvalian. The blond man let out a grin of continuing the argument due to there being an interesting topic about his fellow Distrunian relationship.
"Soooo, is she going to replace my position as your soulmate?" Jakon asked in a calm tone.
"Still in consideration," Gunvalian answered in a deep conflicting voice.
The Blond Distrunian took a long deep breath of relief, for grabbing another point towards his existence in Gunvalian eyes.
"It's hard to replace a soulmate." Jakon advised in a cheerful tone, "And here is my advice, you and Kirishima should spend more time together rather than with somebody who supposedly died many years ago."
"I understand your point and I will try my best to live in a possibility when you finally meet death's door or even leave forever just to find your own purpose in life," Gunvalian mumbled with a half conviction tone.
"I am waiting for that to happen and remember never forget that you are a Distrunian."
As Jakon formed a grateful smile, his eyes were widened by a realization, especially on his sudden comrade's presence. A realization of Gunvalian motive for calling him in the telepathic realm.
"Anyway, what was the purpose for you to call me other than asking for advice," Jakon asked.
"Another purpose is asking an assistant to defeat, The New Hero, Sparror." Gunvalian stated in a demanding tone, "Because, he was already recruiting other heroes to his side especially The Ozmonian Zero."
"Fine,I will go to the secret base after I screw with the….bed trophy."
"So, see you later and good luck."
Soon, Gunvalian pixelated into a thousand, green cubic blocks before it vanished into a million, grass green dust. Jakon frowned in a little bit of satisfaction as his memories picked a few seconds ago. A moment when he easily clapped every incoming opponent with various weapons. It only made Jakon grit his teeth in discontentment and pessimism.
"Hopefully, The heroes of Neo Tokyo are able to satisfy me before my death day appeared." Jakon bickered within his mind.
The green space finally faded away out of existence and a new, interesting surprise appeared in his sight. A tender body-shaped woman with curls long black hair and darker skin tone, also wearing only a red bikini, appeared on the left side with an excited Toroki accompanying her.
"Come on, my hero." The woman spoke in an alluring voice, "Play with me now."
Jakon gave an enticing grin and his hands were shaken by lustful drives either on her attractive look's and her seductive demeanor. Therefore, he crushingly headed towards the woman to have a satisfying, yet deadly one nightstand.
"Finally, I can get rid this bitch without involving my hand ." Toroko bickered within his mind in a mischievous tone,
Midori No Shi forest was an enlarged forest located in the east part of Neo Tokyo as a border between Naosaka city. A statue size, holographic green armor shogun with a proud smile and a peer yellow letter on the middle of his body that said, "Welcome to Naosaka". was welcomingly present for travelers who went there.
The forest itself had a lot of healthy green trees with a tough-looking stem, harmonically gazed at the afternoon sun. However, there was a twisted truth inside the forest. The heads of the human skull were hung on most of the tree's stem-like an art sculpture.
Humid mist clouded every corner of the trees with solace, yet a cold atmosphere and air surrounded the forest. A man with skin covered by a small, green grass surface and a pleasurable smiling face that had a spear-shaped horn planted on the forehead and yellow cat eyes with ocean-blue pupils, kneeled before the photo of an old man who he put below one of the trees.
The grass man wore a black ninja vest with green outlines and an enlightened lime green pendant that had a curly tree symbol. One of his grass skin hands was covered by a long, purplish sleeve and the other being wrapped by a coal-black hand sleeved with a steel shuriken symbol on the forehand.
However, the lower part of his clothes didn't resemble the ninja appearance. Instead, he wore a dark green Hakama with a chained belt wrapped around his waist similar to Karate belts. His feet didn't wear any shoes and it's only covered by his grass-like skin.
"Father, I am ready to bring your killer to justice right now." The grass ninja gravelly said, "Rest well in the afterlife."
The Grass Ninja stood up and gazed at the trees above in a mournful look after he swore to his father who now rested in the afterlife.
As The Grass Ninja went down, a familiar figure who deeply boiled his blood, arrived in the naked eyes. It was a long, black hair female figure with a red doctor coat that had the buttons tightly installed and wore a long, tight suit of black pants. A greyish sorrowful mask hid her beautiful face from the world and she giggled towards The Ninja.
The Grass Ninja opened his grip to summon a jaded wind that suddenly dissolved into a katana with the edge part covered by a neon green light. He glared at the female figure as the steady katana pointed at her.
"Dr Akarose or your civilian name, Kirishima." The Green Ninja spoke with a gravel tone "You will be put into jail by my…."
An interruption cough dismissed his declaring sentence with the cough getting louder for each second. Therefore, he pinched the grass-skin throat and the coughing immediately stopped happening.
The Grass Ninja sheepishly laughed with a normal, young man sound as he slowly understood that he couldn't mimic the deep voice forever. Nonetheless, he shook his head in calmness.
"Ah seriously, another cough." The Grass Ninja bickered, "How should Dr. Akarose feel an intimidation if my voice like this."
"Guess, my throat wasn't designed to speak like that." The Green Ninja added in a relaxing voice, "But oh well, I can improve it again."
After a relief break time, The Grass Ninja glanced at the doctor who mockingly giggled towards him. An irritation made his eyes go down. As a result, he prepared the katana in an on-guard position.
A few seconds later, a noise of a single sword slash silently shouted through the forest. The Grass Ninja had arrived behind the crazy laughing doctor and he hurled the katana to the sky before it puffed out into flying particles with the shape of a leaf.
The whole crazy doctor glitched after the single slash mark separated her into two and the truth of her presence was revealed. She was just an illusion that was being projected by The Grass Ninja eyes and the real thing he slashed was a tough, metal mannequin.
"Good grief." He uttered in an achievable tone as he turned around to the metal mannequin slashed pieces, fell down to the ground, "I able to slash a Turanium, a metal that of course….stronger than aluminum."
Blue Winter and Mistress Foreseen patiently waited for his new guest in the arena where he had a glorious match with one of the strongest opponents he ever faced. The arena was now undeniably quiet, similar to an atmosphere in an empty wasteland after it continuously felt a tremendous force originating from the previous match.
The Shaolin Warrior excitedly glared at the frontline, awaiting for a surprising ally to enter the arena. Every second was spent in soothing silence especially on Blue Winter who stood motionlessly similar to an ice sculpture he created.
Until a flaming twister emerged from nothingness and illuminated a ray of waving light. Thus, Blue Winter received an exciting encouragement to witness the flame twister that would dissolve in less than a second.
Sparror, Zero, and Chemistra finally made their stunning appearance in the arena. The Ozomonian promptly locked the enlightened red eyes towards Blue Winter who gave an enthusiastic grin. While Chemistra cautiously wandered around the arena as mistrust was being kept.
The Shaolin Warrior set his open hand on the chest before it caught the polite punch and Mistress Foreseen followed the exact thing that he did. The Shaolin's respectfully bowed as the guest felt a warm, yet welcoming presence inside this arena.
"Welcome to the DingZui Temple." Blue Winter greeted in a soothing voice, "We had been expecting your presence"
Mistress Foreseen gleefully giggled and glanced with a cheery smile towards her icy friends who didn't let grief, sorrows, and despair consumed him once more. Zero without hesitation, headed onto Blue Winter's direction as observative eyes were held on.
"You are most likely The Mysterious Ice Warrior, right?" Zero guessed in a curious tone
"Indeed." Blue Winter calmly replied
The alliance between the Neo Tokyo heroes and the Shaolin Warriors had finally begun. Plan and conversation would be initiated anytime soon.
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