Razan's dark chuckle echoed ominously through the clearing as he stood once more, his aura flaring with a sinister intensity. His once-controlled power had now grown unstable, pulsating in waves that rippled through the air like the heartbeat of something ancient and monstrous. The ground beneath their feet trembled as his energy surged, and the oppressive weight of his presence made it clear: this was no longer a game.
Tanjiro's hand instinctively went to his sword, gripping it tightly. His body was tense, sweat dripping down his face as he stared at Razan, whose aura seemed to devour the light around him. The battle had already taken a toll on them, and yet Razan was standing as if he had only begun to fight.
Gon clenched his fists, his usual optimism tempered by the cold reality of the situation. "What is he? How can he still have this much power left?"
Killua, ever perceptive, narrowed his eyes, his Godspeed aura crackling with tension. "He's not human anymore. He's pushing his nen beyond its limits. He's like a ticking bomb."
Biscuit frowned deeply, her usually playful demeanor replaced by serious concern. "He's gone berserk. Whatever hatsu he's using, it's dangerous—he's sacrificing control for raw power."
Yūka, standing beside Tanjiro, could feel the shift in the air as well. Her shadow-like aura pulsed uneasily around her, reacting to the dark energy that Razan emitted. Her heart raced as she tried to maintain her composure, knowing that if they weren't careful, this fight could end them.
Nezuko, always sensitive to energy, hummed softly, her eyes glowing fiercely as she positioned herself beside her brother, ready to defend him.
Razan's dark eyes flickered with malevolent joy as he spread his arms wide, his voice a low growl that sent a chill through the group. "You're strong, I'll give you that. But you've forced me to show my true power."
Suddenly, his nen aura exploded outward in a wave of black energy, engulfing the entire clearing. The sheer force of it was enough to make the ground crack beneath their feet, and the trees around them began to splinter and collapse under the pressure. His aura twisted and coiled like a living thing, consuming everything in its path.
Tanjiro's eyes widened as he raised his sword, instinctively activating his ten to shield himself from the onslaught of dark energy. His fiery aura flared around him, forming a barrier of heat that pushed back against the oppressive force, but it was clear that Razan's power was overwhelming.
Gon and Killua, both struggling to stay on their feet under the weight of Razan's aura, gritted their teeth in determination. Killua's Godspeed crackled around him like lightning, allowing him to move more quickly, while Gon summoned his raw strength, his muscles tense as he prepared to strike.
"We can't let him keep this up," Tanjiro said, his voice strained but steady. "We have to stop him before he loses control completely."
Yūka nodded, her shadowy hatsu stirring to life around her. She could feel the darkness in Razan's aura—it was chaotic, unstable, and dangerous. But it was also something familiar, something that reminded her of the ancient curse that had claimed her kingdom.
"We'll need to bind him again," Yūka said, her voice calm but filled with urgency. "If he keeps building up his aura like this, it'll destroy everything."
Biscuit, her sharp eyes focused on Razan, gave a curt nod. "Yūka's right. If his nen goes out of control, we'll all be caught in the explosion."
Killua smirked, though the tension in his eyes was clear. "No pressure, then."
Tanjiro took a deep breath, calming his racing heart as he prepared to act. He could feel the weight of the battle bearing down on him, but he refused to let fear overwhelm him. Nezuko was at his side, Yūka was ready, and their friends were counting on them.
"Let's end this," Tanjiro said, his voice filled with determination.
The Final Gambit
With a swift nod, the group launched into action, coordinating their efforts to subdue Razan. Tanjiro's fiery aura flared around him as he charged forward, his sword glowing with the heat of his Hinokami Kagura. His movements were fluid and precise, each strike aimed at destabilizing Razan's aura, cutting through the swirling darkness with blades of flame.
"Hinokami Kagura, Burning Bones, Summer Sun!" Tanjiro called out, his sword slicing through the black energy that coiled around Razan.
Razan growled in response, his dark eyes locking onto Tanjiro. With a swift movement, he raised his hand and unleashed a wave of black nen, sending it crashing toward Tanjiro like a tidal wave. But Tanjiro's sword was ready, and with a fierce burst of energy, he deflected the attack, the fiery glow of his aura pushing back against the darkness.
"Nezuko!" Tanjiro shouted, his eyes never leaving Razan.
Nezuko, moving with blinding speed, lunged at Razan from the side, her demonic strength combining with her nen to deliver a series of powerful strikes. Her claws slashed through the air, aiming for Razan's weak points, but his aura flared in defense, blocking her attacks with sheer force.
Yūka, standing at a distance, focused all her energy on her hatsu. The shadows coiled around her like living creatures, swirling and shifting as they gathered power. With a deep breath, she extended her hand toward Razan, and the shadows surged forward, wrapping around his legs and arms in an attempt to bind him once more.
"Shin'en no Seirei, Bind!" Yūka whispered, her voice filled with determination.
This time, the shadows held firm, tightening around Razan and slowing his movements. His aura flared wildly as he struggled against the binding, but Yūka poured everything she had into the attack, refusing to let him break free.
"Now!" Yūka shouted, her voice strained from the effort.
Gon and Killua didn't hesitate. With a burst of speed, Killua zipped toward Razan, his Godspeed crackling with electricity as he aimed a powerful strike at Razan's side. At the same time, Gon charged forward, his fist glowing with raw nen power as he prepared to unleash his strongest attack.
"Jajanken: Rock!"
The combined attacks hit Razan with devastating force, the impact sending a shockwave through the clearing. Razan's body shuddered under the force of the blows, his aura flickering as he struggled to maintain control.
For a moment, it seemed like the plan had worked.
But then, with a deafening roar, Razan's aura flared once more, darker and more chaotic than ever. The ground beneath him cracked and split, and the trees around them began to collapse under the sheer weight of his power.
Tanjiro's heart raced as he saw the destruction unfolding. They had to stop him—now.
Biscuit, who had been watching the battle carefully, stepped forward, her eyes narrowing as she focused on Razan. "That's enough."
With a swift movement, Biscuit activated her nen, her body transforming from her petite form into her true, muscular form. The ground shook as her aura flared, and without hesitation, she launched herself at Razan with blinding speed.
"Super Biscuit Punch!" she shouted, her fist glowing with raw nen power as she delivered a devastating blow to Razan's chest.
The impact was immediate. Razan's body was sent flying backward, crashing into the ground with a thunderous roar. His aura sputtered and flickered, and for the first time since the battle began, his dark energy began to dissipate.
The group stood in tense silence, their breaths heavy as they watched the dust settle.
Razan lay motionless on the ground, his aura fading as he struggled to breathe. The power that had once overwhelmed them was now gone, leaving only a broken, defeated man in its place.
Gon wiped the sweat from his brow, a relieved grin spreading across his face. "We did it!"
Killua, though less openly excited, smirked. "Yeah. This time, for real."
Tanjiro sheathed his sword, his heart still racing from the intensity of the fight. "We worked together. That's what made the difference."
Yūka, her body trembling from the strain of maintaining her hatsu, gave a small, relieved smile. "We couldn't have done it alone."
Nezuko, always silent but always fierce, gave her brother a gentle nod, her eyes glowing softly in the fading light.
Biscuit, reverting back to her usual form, dusted off her hands and gave the group a satisfied nod. "Not bad. But remember, this is just the beginning. There are still more challenges ahead."
The Aftermath
As the group caught their breath, Razan stirred weakly, his voice hoarse and filled with bitterness. "How… how did you manage to beat me?"
Tanjiro, ever kind, knelt beside him, his eyes filled with compassion. "It wasn't just one of us. We worked together. That's how we won."
Razan's eyes flickered with disbelief, but there was a faint glimmer of understanding in his gaze. "Together… huh?"
Yūka, her shadowy aura fading, stepped forward, her expression soft but resolute. "Power alone isn't enough. You need trust, too."
Razan's breath hitched, his eyes closing as the last of his aura flickered out. "Maybe… I forgot that."
The group remained silent as Razan lay still, his body finally succumbing to the exhaustion of the battle. It was over.
But even as the dust settled, Tanjiro couldn't shake the feeling that this victory was only temporary. The island was still full of dangerous players, and the path ahead would only grow more treacherous.
"We'll have to stay on guard," Tanjiro said quietly, his eyes focused on the horizon. "There's still a long way to go."
Gon nodded, his usual grin returning. "Yeah, but we're getting stronger! We can handle whatever comes next."
Killua, ever pragmatic, crossed his arms. "Let's hope so."
Yūka, though physically exhausted, felt a renewed sense of purpose. She had proven that she could control her hatsu, and with her friends by her side, she knew they could face whatever challenges lay ahead.
As the group began to move forward once more, the sun began to rise over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the landscape of Greed Island.
Their journey was far from over, but together, they were ready for whatever came next.