The clash between Isamu and Kyrie intensified, each combatant pushing their limits in an electrifying display of skill and power. Isamu's eyes flickered with determination as he analyzed Kyrie's movements, seeking an opportunity to gain the upper hand.
"Your wind won't be enough to stop me, Kyrie!"
Isamu called out, his voice resolute.
Kyrie smirked, his gaze focused.
"You underestimate the power of Air Disciples, Isamu. Prepare to be blown away!"
With a swift motion, Kyrie unleashed a gust of wind, aiming to disrupt Isamu's balance. Isamu, however, was prepared. In a split second, he channeled the power of thunder within him, creating a protective barrier of crackling electricity that deflected the wind attack.
Isamu chuckled, his confidence growing.
"Nice try!"
As the air crackled with energy, Isamu realized that a direct confrontation with Kyrie's wind abilities would only lead to a stalemate. He needed a new strategy, something that would give him an advantage over his opponent.
Drawing upon his deep reservoir of lightning energy, Isamu made a daring decision. He focused his willpower, allowing the electric currents to surge through his body, temporarily transforming him into a vessel of pure lightning.
His entire body being became enveloped in an iridescent aura, his movements now synchronized with the speed of lightning itself, even becoming much faster than it. Isamu's figure blurred as he unleashed a flurry of lightning-quick strikes, each blow directed with precision and purpose.
Kyrie, taken aback by Isamu's sudden surge in speed, struggled to react in time. Isamu's movements were too swift, his strikes too precise to be anticipated. The gap between them widened with every passing moment.
Isamu grinned, his voice crackling with energy.
"Now you see the true power of lightning! It's time for you to feel its wrath!"
Kyrie's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and frustration. He desperately attempted to harness the power of the wind to create a barrier or launch a counterattack, but Isamu's lightning-coated form moved with such blinding speed that Kyrie's wind abilities failed to keep up.
Bolts of lightning streaked through the air, illuminating the battlefield with their raw power. Isamu's attacks were relentless, each strike calculated to exploit Kyrie's vulnerabilities. The clash of thunder and wind reverberated, a testament to the incredible clash of elemental powers.
Kyrie's frustration grew, but he refused to yield. With a surge of determination, he channeled his wind abilities to create a powerful gust, attempting to repel Isamu. The wind whipped around violently, threatening to disrupt Isamu's lightning-coated form.
But Isamu was prepared. He had anticipated this move. With a burst of lightning energy, he propelled himself forward, his body now moving faster than even Kyrie's wind could react to. The gust of wind proved ineffective as Isamu closed the distance between them in an instant.
He dodged all the gusts of wind that was aimed towards him.
Isamu's lightning-infused fists struck with unyielding force, each blow delivering a surge of electricity that coursed through Kyrie's body. The wind disciple staggered, his defenses crumbling under the onslaught of Isamu's lightning-coated attacks.
As the battle reached its climax, Isamu's lightning coating began to flicker, the temporary transformation drawing near its end. Sensing this, Isamu unleashed one final barrage of strikes, pouring his remaining strength into each blow.
Kyrie, battered and overwhelmed, struggled to maintain his composure. He gritted his teeth, refusing to back down.
"You're just a Shorai! You will never be able to defeat me!"
Isamu stepped back, his breathing heavy but his determination unwavering.
"But i'm not just a regular Shorai."
Isamu starts powering up even more. He points to one of this armbands.
"I'm a Prodigy Disciple!"
"That means nothing! Your labelling yourself as a slave to the D.O!"
With a surge of renewed energy, Kyrie unleashed a furious cyclone, summoning the full might of the wind. The tempest whipped around him, creating a barrier of swirling air that threatened to shield him from Isamu's attacks.
Isamu narrowed his eyes, assessing the situation. He could feel the force of the wind pushing against him, testing his limits. But he refused to yield. With a deep breath, he focused his thoughts and channeled his lightning-infused aura.
Crackling with electric power, Isamu launched himself into the air, defying the wind's attempts to confine him. His lightning-coated form soared above the cyclone, his movements fluid and agile.
Kyrie's eyes widened in surprise as he watched Isamu evade his storm.
"Impossible! How can you move through my winds so effortlessly?"
Isamu smirks.
"Thunder!"
With a surge of electricity, Isamu descended from above, his lightning-infused fists striking with precision. Each blow carried the full force of thunder, crackling with intensity as it tore through Kyrie's defenses.
Kyrie staggered under the onslaught, his control over the wind faltering. The cyclone began to dissipate, unable to withstand the sheer power of Isamu's lightning-infused attacks.
Isamu pressed his advantage, his movements swift and calculated. He landed blow after blow, channeling the power of thunder through his lightning-coated fists. The crackling energy surged through Kyrie's body, sending waves of pain coursing through him.
Gasping for breath, Kyrie thinks to himself.
"Can my wind, really beat his thunder?"
Isamu grits his teeth.
"We're almost there. Just a few more strikes!"
With renewed vigor, Isamu surged forward, his lightning-coated fists becoming a blur of electrifying strikes. He unleashed a barrage of blows, each one carrying the force of a thunderclap, overwhelming Kyrie's remaining defenses.
The impact sent Kyrie hurtling through the air, crashing against a nearby tree with a resounding thud. Isamu stood tall, his body crackling with electricity, his victory evident in his unwavering gaze.
Breathing heavily, Isamu approached the fallen Kyrie, his voice filled with both triumph and a touch of mercy.
"Man I have never had a fight like that. I feel stronger, and it's all thanks to you. But you, you chose the wrong path."
Kyrie struggled to rise, his body battered and broken. He looked up at Isamu with a mixture of defeat and defiance.
"I... I won't... accept... defeat," he managed to utter between labored breaths.
Isamu shook his head, disappointment etched on his face.
"Your loyalty lies in the wrong hands. The Supreme King's twisted ideals will only lead to destruction. It's time for you to realize that. Please."
Kyrie nods his head left to right, slowly.
With a final sigh, Isamu released a final surge of thunderous energy, encasing Kyrie in a web of crackling lightning. The intense electricity overwhelmed Kyrie, his body convulsing with each jolt until he finally fell still.
Isamu stood there for a moment, his heart heavy with the weight of the battle. He had defeated Kyrie, but he couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow for his fallen opponent.
Turning away from Kyrie's lifeless form, Isamu took a deep breath, his mind filled with guilt. He has never taken someone's life before. But now he knows, this will happen more often, now that he's a D.O Disciple.
With his thunderous powers crackling around him, Isamu goes to help Kuragami defeat Binsa.