The day was graceful, tranquil, and gorgeous, casting a serene glow over the world. Kyotani stood on the royal balcony, his gaze dull and contemplative as he surveyed the sprawling landscape below. His fluffy, messy hair, once only draping to his shoulders, now cascaded down to his spine, moving gently with the breeze and framing his chiseled features with an almost ethereal disarray. At the back, his hair was gathered into a short, neat bun, a subtle nod to tradition amidst his otherwise untamed appearance.
His attire was a harmonious blend of tradition and strength. He wore a tightly fitted Chinese oriented tang jacket, the rich fabric adorned with intricate patterns that glimmered subtly in the sunlight. The jacket hugged his well-defined, muscular frame, highlighting his athletic build without exaggeration. The high collar and tailored fit added an air of sophistication, while the ornate buttons and delicate embroidery spoke of cultural heritage.
His pants were similarly styled, baggy yet traditional, allowing for both comfort and movement. The fabric was soft yet durable, flowing gracefully with his every step. The pants were held in place by a simple yet elegant belt, ensuring they stayed perfectly in position. On his feet were traditional shoes, their design simple but refined, completing his attire with an authentic touch.
Kyotani's overall appearance was a striking contrast to the serene beauty of the day. The combination of his traditional attire and his modern, muscular build created a powerful image against the backdrop of the tranquil, gorgeous world around him. As he stood on the balcony, the soft breeze ruffling his hair and clothes.
" It's Been Only A Few Days. "
" But I'm Ready. "
Shuxue and Nanfei, identical twins with fluffy duality-made pink and blue colors of hair cascading down their backs and stunning purple eyes, stood near the ornate door of the royal chamber, their elegant qipaos flowing lightly around their forms. Their demeanor was a blend of poise and tension, their gazes fixed on Kyotani with a mixture of familiarity and exasperation.
They exchanged a subtle glance, communicating volumes without words, as they waited for Kyotani's command. Shuxue, the elder by mere minutes, adjusted the delicate red hairpin adorning her bun, her expression betraying a hint of amusement beneath her usual serene facade. Nanfei, with her striking pink hair styled in the layered tone, let out a soft sigh, her lips curling slightly at the corners in a knowing smile.
"Kyotani's arrogance never changes,"
Shuxue remarked in a hushed tone, her voice carrying a hint of playful exasperation. Nanfei nodded in agreement, her gaze flickering toward Kyotani with a mixture of admiration and annoyance. They had witnessed his boldness and confidence countless times, yet each instance still managed to evoke a blend of amusement and concern.
As they stood in the opulent hallway, the atmosphere brimmed with a sense of anticipation. They knew that Kyotani's decisions held significant weight in the unfolding events of their journey. With their unwavering loyalty and understanding of his character, Shuxue and Nanfei awaited his next move, ready to support him through the trials and challenges that lay ahead in the enigmatic world of the royal palace.
Jinghai lounged on the royal bed, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of a wine glass held aloft. The chamber around him exuded opulence, with rich tapestries draped from the walls and flickering candles casting soft, flickering light across the room. His long, white hair framed his face in a cascade of silk, a stark contrast to the deep hues of his luxurious black Hanfu attire, adorned with intricate gold embroidery. His demeanor was one of quiet confidence, evident in the subtle curve of his lips as he contemplated the crimson liquid within the glass. The room was hushed, save for the occasional crackle of the fireplace and the distant sounds of the palace drifting through the open windows. Jinghai's eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the room with a hint of amusement, as if he held the secrets of the world within his grasp.
Tonight, Jinghai exuded an aura of authority and assurance, his presence commanding respect and attention. As he took a leisurely sip of wine, the atmosphere around him seemed to hum with anticipation, hinting at plans and ambitions hidden beneath his calm exterior.
" Such a smoothbrain…"
" HYAH?! "
Now, After the king had eloquently presented his plea for Kyotani's assistance in the realm's defense, the atmosphere in the grand chamber was charged with anticipation. Kyotani stood with a solemn expression, his eyes fixed on the king as he absorbed the weight of the impending responsibilities. The king's words echoed in his mind, each syllable carrying the gravity of the realm's future.
Around them, the opulent decor of the chamber seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the weighty silence that followed the king's proclamation. The tapestries on the walls depicted scenes of valor and conquest, a stark reminder of the history and legacy that Kyotani was now a part of. The flickering torches cast dancing shadows across the marble floor, adding to the solemnity of the moment.
Outside, the city bustled with life, unaware of the impending storm that loomed on the horizon. The tranquility of the day masked the underlying tension that gripped the realm, as factions prepared for the inevitable clash. Kyotani's mind raced with thoughts of strategy and duty, knowing that his decisions would shape not only his own fate but the destiny of the realm itself.
As he stood there, amidst the grandeur of the royal palace, Kyotani felt the weight of history pressing down upon him. The king's request for aid had placed him at the heart of a brewing conflict, where alliances would be tested and courage would be measured. In the stillness of war and peace. The citizens bustled through the streets, their voices mingling with the lively music and colorful decorations that adorned every corner. The Lunar Fest, a cherished tradition in the realm, had descended upon the city with its own unique rules and customs. Among them, the most striking was the declaration of a temporary amnesty: during the festival, all wrongdoers were granted freedom from repercussions for their actions.
This allowance transformed the normally orderly city into a temporary haven of mischief and indulgence. People laughed with abandon, their faces painted with joy and anticipation. Stalls lined the streets, offering an array of treats and trinkets, while performers dazzled the crowds with acrobatics and dance. Lanterns of all shapes and sizes illuminated the pathways, casting a warm glow over the revelry. In this atmosphere of celebration and liberation, the citizens embraced the spirit of the Lunar Fest wholeheartedly. It was a time to set aside grievances, to seek forgiveness, and to indulge in the simple pleasures of camaraderie and community. As the night deepened and the festivities continued, the city resonated with the joyous echoes of a tradition that celebrated both the light of the moon and the inherent goodness within each person. Kyotani and Jinghai, both renowned as S-tier individuals with formidable skills, took on the task of tracking down a notorious crime leader amidst the bustling Lunar Festivity. Despite the festive chaos and the temporary amnesty granted to wrongdoers, their reputation for precision and effectiveness made them ideal for the mission.
Dressed inconspicuously among the revelers, Kyotani and Jinghai blended effortlessly into the vibrant crowd. Their senses honed and their instincts sharp, they navigated through the maze of stalls and entertainment, scanning faces and listening for any whispers of illicit activities.
The night air was alive with laughter and music, but beneath the surface, tension simmered as they closed in on their target. The city's labyrinthine streets posed no challenge to their expertise, and soon they narrowed their focus to a suspect who moved with calculated confidence through the throngs of people.
With a silent exchange of nods, Kyotani and Jinghai silently closed in, their movements synchronized and deliberate. They knew that apprehending the crime leader would require finesse and stealth, ensuring minimal disruption to the festive atmosphere while upholding justice in the realm. Kyotani, Jinghai, and their team felt the gravity of their mission intensify with each step through the bustling Lunar Festivity. The air crackled with excitement and celebration, but beneath the surface, a tangible weight hung in the atmosphere—an eerie sense that they had walked into a carefully orchestrated trap.
Navigating through the maze of lantern-lit alleyways and crowded market squares, Kyotani and Jinghai exchanged cautious glances. Every movement, every fleeting glimpse of their target heightened their awareness. The crime leader they pursued moved with elusive precision, slipping through the throngs of revelers like a ghost.
The amplification of gravity was not just a metaphorical weight but a palpable force that seemed to bend the very air around them. It was as if the festival itself conspired against them, amplifying their doubts and anxieties. Yet, Kyotani and Jinghai remained steadfast, their senses sharp and their determination unwavering.
As they closed in on the elusive target, the pressure mounted. Each decision was critical, each move calculated to outmaneuver the trap they sensed closing around them. The festival's vibrant energy provided cover and distraction, making it challenging to discern friend from foe amidst the swirling masses.
Despite the daunting odds, Kyotani and Jinghai were determined to break free from the gravitational pull of deception. They remained vigilant, ready to confront whatever dangers lay ahead in their quest to unravel the mystery and bring justice to the Lunar Festivity.
"Shit!"
Kyotani cursed under his breath as the crime leader's figure darted ahead, seeming to slip further from their grasp with every passing moment. With a surge of determination, he focused his energy into three fingers, unleashing a concentrated burst that left a scorching mark on a nearby city field. The intense display was a calculated move, intended to alter the criminal's course and force them back towards Kyotani and his team.
The ground sizzled beneath the imprint of his energy, sending sparks into the air as Kyotani redirected the chase. The crime leader, startled by the sudden display of power, adjusted their path, unwittingly steering closer to where Kyotani and Jinghai lay in wait.
Jinghai, ever vigilant, signaled to the team to prepare for the redirected assault with the flick of 4 hand signs. They readied themselves with focused intensity, knowing that their chance to apprehend the criminal had now been amplified by Kyotani's bold maneuver. As the dust settled and the echoes of Kyotani's energy dissipated, the chase resumed with renewed vigor, the team closing in on their target as kyotani's hands imbued with the same aura.
" GO TO HELL!! "
Kyotani's fist, propelled by the momentum of their pursuit, surged forward with precision, aiming for the crime leader's vulnerable gut. The air crackled with tension as his knuckles cut through the space, poised to deliver a decisive blow. Yet, just as swiftly as he struck, Kyotani felt a strange resistance, as if his target had become intangible, slipping away like smoke.
Surprise flickered across Kyotani's face, swiftly replaced by a dawning realization. The technique employed by the crime leader mirrored Kyotani's own mastery—a skill honed through years of training that allowed the user to momentarily shift their physical form, evading attacks with ghostly agility. It was a tactic he had perfected and now faced in the hands of an adversary.
The crime leader's smirk was a testament to their mastery, a silent acknowledgment of their ability to match Kyotani's own prowess. In that fleeting moment, amidst the chaotic backdrop of the Lunar Festivity, Kyotani's mind raced with strategic calculations. He and Jinghai exchanged a knowing glance, a silent agreement to adapt their tactics swiftly.
As they resumed their pursuit through the bustling streets, Kyotani's focus intensified. Every movement, every decision was scrutinized with acute attention. They couldn't afford to underestimate their opponent's skill. Each twist and turn in the chase became a test of their agility and resilience, a battle of wits and strength unfolding in the heart of the festival's vibrant chaos. Kyotani's response was swift and decisive. As the crime leader staggered from the force of being thrown, Kyotani closed the distance with a burst of speed that blurred his movements. In a fluid motion, he seized the man by his collar, lifting him off the ground effortlessly.
The plaza around them seemed to hold its breath as Kyotani's expression hardened, his grip tightening on the criminal's collar. With a controlled fury, he unleashed a series of precise strikes, each blow delivered with calculated force. The sound of impact echoed through the plaza, punctuated by grunts of pain from the crime leader. Kyotani's movements were a study in controlled aggression, his focus unwavering despite the chaos unfolding around them. His strikes found their mark repeatedly, each one a testament to his skill and determination.
CRUNCH! x3
SNAP! x2
GASH!! x8
He Let A Final Fist, Straight Into The Man's Gut, Which Slimmed Off The Skin Guarding It. This Could Be The First Time,
He Went Berserk.