The void-like realm was silent, dark, and suffocating—a place that seemed to defy all laws of nature. Jin stood in its eerie emptiness, his body freed from physical restraints but still weighed down by an oppressive energy. The darkness around him wasn't empty; it was alive, bending and pulsing with every move Madagascar made.
In the distance, Madagascar emerged, his golden eyes glowing ominously in the pitch-black surroundings. A small monkey perched on Jin's shoulder suddenly leaped off, landing before Madagascar. Its movements were unnaturally smooth, almost mechanical, as it climbed into the air. Its mouth opened impossibly wide, and from within, a sword emerged, shimmering with an unnatural glow.
Madagascar caught the sword effortlessly, his grin growing wider as the tiny monkey shrank and leaped into his open palm.
"Welcome to my world," Madagascar began, his voice echoing unnaturally through the void. "Everything here bends to my will. My desires. My rules."
Jin glared at him, attempting to steady himself. "Your world?" he muttered, his voice heavy with defiance.
Madagascar's grin widened as he raised the sword. "Let me show you what that means."
In one fluid motion, he swung the sword downward, slicing through the tiny monkey's arm. The severed limb fell to the ground, and a horrifying realization struck Jin as he felt a sudden, sharp pain shoot through his body.
Thud!
Jin's right arm fell from his body, blood gushing from the stump as he staggered backward, his breath catching in his throat.
His eyes widened in disbelief as he clutched at the empty space where his arm once was.
"Do you see now?" Madagascar said, his voice laced with cruel amusement.
"Everything that happens here... happens to you. And it doesn't stop here. Once you leave, these wounds will stay with you. This is my world. My game."
Jin struggled to respond, his mouth opening to speak, but no sound escaped.
Madagascar raised - single finger, smirking.
"Ah, yes, I forgot to mention ention. You can't talk unless I allow it." With a casual wave of his hand, Jin's voice was silenced completely, his mouth moving uselessly as he tried to protest.
Madagascar continued, pacing slowly toward Jin, the sword in his hand glowing brighter with each step. "You're a fascinating one, Jin. You hide so much. You suppress so much. And yet here you are, pretending you can win without it." He stopped, pointing the blade at Jin's chest. "What are you afraid of?
Losing yourself? Or finding out who you really are?"
Jin's legs trembled as he glared at Madagascar, defiant even as the blood loss from his severed arm weakened him. But he couldn't respond, couldn't speak-he could only watch as Madagascar raised the sword again.
"Let's see how far I can break you," Madagascar said, his grin twisting into something far more sinister.
In one clean motion, he swung the blade downward again.
Slice!
Jin's legs gave way, his left leg severed cleanly at the knee. He collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud, his body wracked with pain as blood pooled beneath him. He clawed at the ground, his breaths shallow and ragged, as Madagascar crouched beside him.
"You see, Jin," Madagascar continued, his tone almost conversational. "This isn't just a fight. This is a lesson. A lesson in humility. In fear."
The tiny monkey perched itself on
Madagascar's shoulder, screeching softly as it watched Jin writhe on the ground.
Madagascar chuckled, tapping the blade lightly against his palm. "You're no warrior.
You're a fool trying to play hero in a game you don't even understand, Why do you fight in the pit?"
"Oh shit I forgot you can't speak" he laughed,
Jin's mouth moved again, desperate to form words, to fight back, but Madagascar shook his head. "No, no. I said you're silent until I say otherwise."
Madagascar stood, towering over Jin's broken body. His golden eyes burned with a sadistic satisfaction as he held the sword aloft. "But don't worry Jin. I'm far from done
with you."
Outside the arena, the air grew thick with tension as the crowd continued to chant Madagascar's name, unaware of the full gravity of the battle taking place. Towering over the pit stood the massive manifestation of Madagascar's Five Demon Monkey Prison Sealing Technique- (Goki Saru Fūin Jutsu) a gigantic spectral monkey, its form pulsating with a dark, menacing energy. The eerie figure remained motionless, yet its presence alone sent shivers through the audience.
From the edge of the pit, Rebekah clenched her fists, worry etched across her face as she watched the spectacle. "He's still in there," she muttered under her breath, her voice trembling.
"How is Jin supposed to fight back against something like this?"
Seiji stood beside her, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable. "Whatever happens in there is beyond us now," he said, his voice calm but firm.
"Jin's survival depends entirely on his willpower. If he breaks... he dies."
Rebekah shot him a glare. "That's all you have to say? Aren't you worried at all?"
Seiji tilted his head slightly, his eyes fixed on the giant monkey. "Worrying won't help him.
If he can't find the strength to stand on his own now, no amount of concern will save him."
Rebekah looked back at the pit, her heart pounding as the eerie silence of the battlefield filled her with dread. "Come on, Jin," she whispered. "You have to fight."
Inside the Monkey Prison
The void-like prison was collapsing inward, its twisted darkness pulsing like a living organism. Jin lay on the ground, barely breathing, his body broken and covered in wounds. Blood pooled around him as his severed limbs throbbed with pain. His vision blurred, and the distant figure of Madagascar loomed over him, laughing softly as his golden eyes burned with sadistic delight.
Jin's mind was a whirlwind of pain and despair. His body screamed for rest, for an end to the torment, but something deep within him refused to give up. As his consciousness flickered, fragments of memories began try face-memories of all the battles he had fought, the moments where the demon inside him had taken over.
The scenes played out vividly in his mind.
The overwhelming power, the destruction, the sense of invincibility that came with the demon's control. And yet, there was one thing that stood out amidst the chaos-one word.
"Baam," Jin whispered weakly, the word rolling off his tongue instinctively.
Suddenly, his body convulsed, a strange energy surging through him. The pain in his severed limbs faded, replaced by an intense heat that coursed through his veins. The word echoed in his mind, louder and louder, as the memories intensified.
"Baam," he repeated, this time within his mind, and the void around him began to tremble.
Madagascar paused, his smirk faltering as he sensed the shift in energy. "What is this...?" he muttered, narrowing his glowing eyes.
The prison itself began to shake violently, cracks forming in the darkness. A blinding light erupted from jin's body, illuminating the void as the energy around him surged out of him.
BOOM!
An explosion of unimaginable force erupted from Jin, shattering the prison into fragments. The entire realm broke apart like glass, each piece disintegrating into nothingness. The spectral monkey that surrounded the pit outside crumbled, dissolving into black smoke as the crowd gasped in astonishment.
Madagascar was caught off guard by the blast, the energy slamming into him with a force that sent him hurtling backward. He hit the ground hard, skidding to a stop as he clutched his chest, his expression a mixture of shock and anger.
Jin, now back in the physical world, stood in the center of the pit. His body was visibly trembling, his breaths shallow, but his eyes burned with a newfound intensity. The word
"Baam" echoed faintly in his mind, the source of the energy still a mystery even to him.
At the edge of the pit, Seiji's eyes widened slightly as he took in the scene. he murmured under his breath. "So he's tapping into something even deeper than I expected."
Rebekah gasped, relief flooding her as she saw Jin standing. "He's alive!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with hope.
Seiji nodded, though his expression remained serious. "That technique... whatever it was, it didn't come from the jin. That was all something else. But where did he learn something like that"
Rebekah turned to him, her worry returning.
"What if Madagascar isn't done? What if he's planning something worse?"
Seijl's gaze hardened as he watched the dust settle in the pit.
"If Jin wants to survive this, he'll have to finish it himself."