The battle raged on with ferocity. The samurai armor, guided by the man inside, wielded the shotgun with surprising expertise, blasting away at Atomion's clones with a precision that spoke of years of practice. The once grand Hall of Legacy had become a chaotic battlefield, littered with debris and the echoes of relentless combat.
Amidst the turmoil, Nobubaki remained frozen, his fear paralyzing him as he watched the intense clash unfold. The clamor of the fight drowned out his racing thoughts, leaving him in a state of helpless dread.
In the midst of the confusion, the helmet of the samurai armor was knocked aside by a stray blast. The face of the man inside was revealed—he appeared to be in his mid-thirties, with sharp, dark eyes and jet-black hair. The sight of his face sent a jolt of recognition through Atomion.
Atomion, his gaze never wavering from the combat, took note of the man's unmasked appearance. With a sinister smile, he addressed him. "So, Takumi Ishida. I see you've decided to join the fray. How quaint."
Takumi, began to grin"Am back."
Atomion's laughter rang out, cruel and mocking. "Where is your team."
As the battle continued, Takumi's expert handling of the shotgun began to turn the tide against Atomion's clones. Despite the overwhelming odds, his precise aim and calm demeanor stood in stark contrast to the chaos surrounding him.
Nobubaki's fear began to mix with a sense of determination. If Takumi was fighting alongside the G-Brothers, there might be a chance to turn things around. He needed to find a way to help, despite his overwhelming terror.
Summoning every ounce of courage he could muster, Nobubaki forced himself to move. He carefully navigated the wreckage and chaos, his eyes locked on the G-Brothers and Takumi. He needed to find an opening, a moment where he could act, and maybe—just maybe—turn the tide of this desperate struggle.
The intensity of the battle escalated, reverberating through the museum and piercing the noise of the parade outside. The floor buckled under the strain of the fight, giving way to a hidden compartment beneath. The new area revealed a cache of dangerous weapons once used by villains, including a menacing missile. The stakes had risen to a new, deadly level.
Atomion, realizing the imminent danger of his situation, made a chilling decision. His voice cut through the chaos, cold and calculated. "I beginning to love this let's spice it up ". Activating a missle.
The G-Brothers, realizing the gravity of the situation, exchanged grim glances. "You can't!" Goro shouted. "If that missile goes off, we'll all die. Innocent people will be caught in the blast!"
Atomion's grin widened, an air of cruel satisfaction in his tone. "Collateral damage. It's part of the game. Besides, I'm not even here. This is merely one of my best clones."
The revelation hit hard, and Takumi, unable to risk his life and the lives of others, made a split-second decision. Without hesitation, he leapt out of a nearby window, abandoning the fight to prevent the disaster from reaching the parade outside.
The G-Brothers, though shaken, remained resolute. They knew that stopping the missile was crucial to preventing a catastrophe. They moved with urgency, their powers straining against the missile's impending launch.
Suddenly, the missile erupted with a deafening explosion. The force of the blast sent shockwaves through the museum, ripping through the walls and tearing apart everything in its path. Amid the chaos, something extraordinary occurred. Nobubaki, who had been cowering in the corner, felt a surge of energy within him. As the blast radiated outward, he instinctively reached out.
A brilliant, greenish aura enveloped him, and he began to absorb the explosion's energy. The force of the blast was partially repelled, causing a portion of the destruction to dissipate. The room around him crumbled as the missile's power was absorbed and redirected.
Nobubaki's hair and eyes shifted to a vivid green, reflecting the immense energy he now wielded. The transformation was both awe-inspiring and terrifying, marking a new, unprecedented power within him. The room's destruction was intense, but thanks to Nobubaki's newfound abilities, the full extent of the missile's devastation was mitigated.
As the dust settled and the echoes of the explosion faded, the museum lay in ruins, its grandeur reduced to debris. The G-Brothers, though exhausted, managed to regain their footing. They looked at Nobubaki with a mix of astonishment and concern.
The immediate danger had been averted, but the city's crisis was far from over. With Atomion's clones still at large and the real threat looming, Nobubaki and the remaining heroes faced an uncertain and perilous future.
As the dust from the explosion began to settle, the remnants of Atomion's clones started to dissolve, their forms melting away into pools of dark, viscous liquid. The museum was a shattered ruin, the grandeur of its exhibits reduced to debris.
Amidst the chaos, the battle had taken a heavy toll. One of the G-Brothers lay lifeless among the wreckage, a victim of the brutal conflict. The other, gravely injured, struggled to stay conscious, his strength waning. Despite his condition, he managed to defeat Atomion's best clone, striking a decisive blow.
With his last ounce of energy, the surviving G-Brother staggered over to Nobubaki, who was still reeling from the surge of energy and the destruction. The injured hero's face was etched with pain and determination. He leaned in close, his voice a strained whisper. "Kid… you have to stop him… Atomion ….before more innocents die…" and whispered something into his ear.
Before Nobubaki could respond, the injured G-Brother collapsed, his final words hanging heavily in the air. The crowd from the parade was drawing nearer, their anxious murmurs growing louder as they approached the devastated museum.
Nobubaki's heart raced as he took in the gravity of the situation. The hero's cryptic message provided a glimmer of hope, but the immediate danger of the approaching crowd forced him to make a difficult decision. He couldn't risk more lives being caught up in the chaos.
As the crowd neared, Nobubaki took a final, pained look at the wreckage and the fallen heroes. With a deep breath, he made his way out of the museum, moving quickly to avoid detection. The weight of his newfound power and the responsibility it entailed settled heavily on him.
The night was far from over, and the true challenge was only beginning. As Nobubaki disappeared into the shadows, he steeled himself for the task ahead. He had to locate Atomion's hidden base and confront the real threat lurking beneath the city. The fate of Meloria City—and countless lives—depended on it.
As dawn broke over Meloria City, Nobubaki awoke on the cold, hard pavement, disoriented and weary from the previous night's events. The remnants of the battle still haunted his mind, and the weight of his newfound abilities felt heavier than ever. He wandered through the city, grappling with the surreal nature of his experience and the profound change in his appearance. His once-normal hair and eyes had transformed into an unsettling greenish hue, a constant reminder of the power he had absorbed.
The city was waking up to the aftermath of the chaos. News reports flooded the airwaves, detailing the destruction of the museum and the violence that had erupted. To Nobubaki's relief, he learned that the injured G-Brother had survived and was currently in the hospital, receiving medical care.
Seeking a moment of clarity, Nobubaki found a small, grimy shop and peered into a glass window. The reflection that stared back at him was a stark reminder of his altered state. As he scrutinized his appearance, a figure caught his eye—a man in a black trench coat, leaning against the wall outside and lighting a cigarette. The man's demeanor was calm and detached, a stark contrast to the chaos of the night before.
Nobubaki's heart raced. He recognized the man from the museum—the one who had seemed so out of place amid the turmoil. Summoning his courage, Nobubaki approached him, his footsteps echoing against the deserted street. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice filled with a mix of fear and determination. "What do you know about everything that happened last night?"
The man in the trench coat exhaled a plume of smoke, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. He regarded Nobubaki with a disinterested glance before speaking in a low, smooth tone. "So, you've come looking for answers. Interesting."
Nobubaki's frustration grew. "You were there. You saw what happened. What's your connection to Atomion? Why were you there?"
The man's lips curved into a faint, enigmatic smile. "Why don't we have coffee"
Nobubaki's confusion deepened.
The man took another drag from his cigarette, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement. "Follow me"
Nobubaki followed him into a diner waiting for all his questions to be answered.
Inside the hospital room, Ginta Fujiwara lay motionless on the bed, his body battered and bruised from the previous night's battle. The room was dimly lit, the only sound being the steady beeping of the heart monitor. A teenage girl with flowing purple hair sat by his bedside, her eyes red and filled with tears. She clutched Ginta's hand, whispering softly, "Big brother, please wake up. I need you."
Her pleas were interrupted by the arrival of a doctor, who gently advised her to step outside for a moment. Reluctantly, she left the room, her heart heavy with worry.
As the door closed behind her, a new presence entered the room—a man in a sharp black suit, carrying a bouquet of flowers. The doctor, recognizing him, gave a brief nod of acknowledgment before exiting, leaving the man alone with Ginta. It was Atomion, his sinister aura palpable even in the sterile hospital environment.
Atomion approached the bed with a chilling calmness. He placed the flowers on a nearby table, the vibrant colors starkly contrasting with the grim atmosphere. Without a hint of empathy, he reached out and touched Ginta's injured body. As his fingers made contact, the wounds began to heal, though not completely. Atomion's eyes held a cruel satisfaction as he observed the process.
Moments later, Ginta stirred, groaning softly as consciousness returned. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked around in confusion. Atomion, standing by the window, drew the curtains open to let in the morning light, greeting Ginta with a mocking smile.
"Good morning, Ginta," Atomion said, his voice dripping with insincerity. "I trust you're feeling better. I must say, your resilience is impressive."
Ginta, struggling to make sense of the situation, tried to speak, but his voice was weak. "Who… who are you? Why are you here?"
Atomion's smile widened. "Ah, I'm the one you were so eager to confront last night. But I'm afraid I don't have time for a detailed introduction. I'm here to find out more about that boy in the museum was. You damages my clone very bad so I couldn't get its memories clearly . Now tell me who he was"
"G..o to ..hell"Ginta said in a weak voice.
Ginta's eyes narrowed, and he tried to muster the strength to respond, but his breaths became ragged and labored. Atomion, unperturbed, casually took a seat in a nearby chair, crossing his legs with an air of nonchalance.
As the minutes ticked by, Ginta's condition worsened. His breaths grew increasingly shallow, and he struggled to crawl toward Atomion, his face contorted in pain. Atomion watched with a cold, detached amusement, his eyes never leaving the suffering hero.
Eventually, Ginta managed to croak out a desperate plea. "Help… me…"
Atomion's mockery turned into a cruel smirk. "Oh, I'm afraid it's a bit too late for that. You see, the damage done is irreversible, and it's rather entertaining to see you squirm."
Ginta's breathing became erratic, and he gasped for air, his efforts to reach Atomion growing weaker. In a final act of mockery, Atomion picked up the hospital phone and dialed for the doctor. "It seems our patient needs some assistance. Do hurry."
The doctor rushed in, but it was too late. Ginta's eyes lost their focus, and with one last, ragged breath, he succumbed to his injuries. Atomion's expression remained unchanged as he watched the life drain from Ginta's body.
With Ginta's passing, Atomion stood up and straightened his suit. He gave one last, disdainful glance at the lifeless form before turning on his heel and walking out of the room. The doctor, now overwhelmed with the urgency of the situation, could only watch helplessly.
As Atomion left the hospital, he was greeted by the bustling city outside, oblivious to the tragedy that had unfolded within. His dark plans continued to advance, leaving a trail of devastation in his wake. Meanwhile, the girl with the purple hair remained outside the room, her heart shattered by the loss of her brother, unaware of the full extent of the darkness that loomed over Meloria City.