KamiSama Game

Ace ducked low, his movements fluid and animalistic. He leaped onto all fours, his muscles coiling like springs as he darted around Liger with breathtaking speed. A sharp slash of energy erupted from Ace's claws, slicing through the air toward Liger, who raised his arm to block. The projectile collided, sparking off his armor but leaving a faint scratch.

"You're quick, kid," Liger admitted, flexing his arm as if shaking off the sting. "But let's see how long you can keep that up!"

Liger roared, the sound echoing like a wild beast, and pounced at Ace, delivering a flurry of slashes and punches. Ace weaved through the onslaught, his blue eye glowing brighter as he adapted to Liger's attack patterns. With a sudden burst of speed, Ace somersaulted over Liger, landing a vicious kick to the back of his head. Liger staggered but recovered quickly, pivoting to deliver a devastating elbow strike that Ace barely avoided.

Ace retaliated with a fiery breath attack, the flames roaring toward Liger. The mercenary leaped through the inferno, his armor singed but his momentum undeterred. He landed a crushing blow to Ace's side, sending him tumbling across the battlefield

Liger towered in the middle of the battlefield His muscles rippled with raw power, and his stance resembled that of a predator ready to pounce.

"You've got some bite kid." Liger growled, cracking his knuckles. 

Ace didn't respond verbally; instead, he crouched low, Flashing the intimidating man a feral grin.The black marking shift around his body as they rush to cover over aces hands elongating his nails as they come to a halt the start to give his body a ominous dark glow, almost like claws, as his blue third eye pulses on his forehead. The air around him grew sharp, crackling with latent energy.

With a deafening roar, Liger launched himself forward, his gauntleted fists crashing down like hammers. Ace darted to the side on all fours, narrowly evading the strike. The ground exploded where Liger's fists landed, sending debris flying in every direction. Ace countered with a spiraling slash of air and black and blue energy from his claws, but Liger smacked it away with a contemptuous swipe of his armored forearm.

Liger grinned, Standing tall and swiping at the air with his clawed gauntlets. Orange and black streaks of energy shot out, resembling the slashes of a tiger. The projectiles tore through the air toward Ace, but he zigzagged at breakneck speed, narrowly avoiding each strike. The ground behind him was shredded into deep gashes, a testament to the sheer power of Liger's attacks.

"You're quick," Liger said, his grin widening. "But can you keep up?"

Before Ace could respond, Liger's muscles bulged unnaturally. His aura flared, and suddenly he was moving faster than before. Ace barely managed to dodge a swipe aimed at his throat. The tiger's gauntlets grazed his shoulder, drawing blood, but Ace used the momentum to flip backward, landing on his feet.

Ace's third eye pulsed, analyzing Liger's movements. His breathing slowed, his body adjusting instinctively to the tiger's speed and power. When Liger lunged again, Ace met him head-on. Their fists and claws collided in a flurry of blows, creating shockwaves that rippled through the battlefield.

Ace's movements became increasingly feral and unpredictable. He dropped to all fours, launching himself into Liger's side with incredible force. His claws raked against the tiger's armor, creating sparks. Liger retaliated with a backhanded punch, but Ace ducked, spinning low and slashing at Liger's knees. The attack forced the tiger to stumble back.

"You're a wild one," Liger said, blood dripping from a cut on his cheek. His grin didn't falter, but there was a hint of respect in his eyes now.

Ace didn't waste a second. He leaped high into the air, flipping over Liger and slashing downward with both claws. The tiger blocked with his gauntlets, but Ace used the momentum to kick off Liger's chest, sending him skidding backward.

The blue third eye on Ace's forehead glowed brighter as his adaptiveness reached a new level. When Liger attacked again, Ace's body moved fluidly, effortlessly evading the strikes. He ducked under a swipe, spun to the side of a clawed punch, and closed the gap in an instant. With a feral growl, he unleashed a rapid series of slashes, his claws glowing with Endo. Each strike hit with precision, finding weak points in Liger's armor.

"Not bad!" Liger roared, his voice full of admiration and fury. He slammed his fists together, and the tiger energy around him erupted. His aura shaped itself into a spectral tiger that roared and lunged at Ace. The apparition moved in tandem with Liger's strikes, amplifying his range and power.

Ace's instincts screamed danger, but he didn't retreat. Instead, he charged forward, weaving through the spectral tiger's attacks. He leaped, dodged, and slid under the phantom beast's claws, all while keeping his focus on Liger. The tiger swung his gauntlets in a wide arc, but Ace ducked low, lunging forward with a feral snarl. His claws tore through the spectral tiger's chest, dispelling it in a burst of energy.

Ace and Liger clashed again, their blows shaking the ground. Liger's strikes were heavy and brutal, while Ace's attacks were quick and precise. The two seemed evenly matched until Ace's third eye pulsed one last time, granting him unparalleled awareness.

Ace spotted an opening—a fraction of a second when Liger overextended. With lightning speed, he slid under Liger's guard, raking his claws across the tiger's abdomen. Liger roared in pain, stumbling back. Ace didn't relent. He leaped onto Liger's back, sinking his claws into the tiger's shoulders. With a savage twist, he flipped Liger over, slamming him into the ground.

Liger lay on the ground, his armor cracked and his breathing labored. Ace stood over him, his chest heaving, blood dripping from his claws. Despite the feral intensity of the fight, there was a spark of humanity in Ace's eyes as he looked down at his defeated opponent.

"You fought well," Ace said, his voice low and rough. "But I'm fight to survival not just mine but everyone's.."

Liger coughed, a weak grin forming on his face. "You've got the heart of a beast, kid. Don't lose that."

Ace stepped back as Liger's aura dimmed, signaling his surrender. The tiger-armored mercenary remained on the ground, a testament to Ace's ferocity and adaptability.

The boys, all completing their fights, make their way to the center of the area. "Glad to see everyone here in one piece" said a now powered down ace looking around at his friends. Zang looking down at his trembling arms "yeah that was exhilarating a little exhausting though"

"These mascot clowns were nothing" Troy boasted despite having dirt and a few crates on his face and clothes.

"I wonder how Lancelot is doing," Sheldon says while taking a seat as he uses his green endo as a cat laser playing with his tiny amalgamation pet.

Manipulation and Sorrow

On the battlefield occupied by Lancelot and his two adversaries the light fades, Corvus and Kowai lay defeated, their armor scorched and their weapons shattered. Lancelot stood over them, his spear dissolving into particles of light. He sighed, dusting off his hands.

"Thanks for the warm-up," he said, turning to walk away. "But you're a few thousand years too early to challenge me."

Lancelot walks over to Corvus and lifts him by his hair. "So who was it that sent you after me huh?"

"we weren't sent after you, it was just a flip of bad faith for us that the first magus we had to run into was the King of Light".

"So you were looking for magus, though correct?"

"Yes, HE sent us down here to thin the herd of you people, to make things easier for them when the time for them to descend comes."

"Hmm interesting, so even behind the gods seal they still manage a way to pull some strings. Well I thank you for your compliance. You've expired your use to me."

Corvus lets a bloodied smile slip as Lancelot finishes his sentence. In turn Lancelot meets him with a smile and asks "well what's so funny, did i go too hard on you and damage your brain?"

Corvus then utters the horrifying words "Me giving your i a slip on all of this information was little of a price to pay as a distraction so kowaii could slip away and go slaughter your little comrades"

In that split second lancelot without letting go of corvus immediately yells the words "FRACTURE: PURPLE" 

Lancelot reappears in a flash of violet energy, his heart pounding with urgency. The moment his feet hit the ground, the scene before him makes his breath hitch in his throat.

The area is in ruins—what was once a lively and secure spot is now a shattered battlefield. His white aura flares uncontrollably, flickering with violent intensity. His hair rises, glowing faintly, as pure fury courses through him.

"Sheldon!" Lancelot's voice cracks as his eyes dart to the pile of rubble where the boy lies, battered and barely moving. His gaze shifts, and his stomach churns as he sees Zang collapsed in the center of the battlefield, half his torso blown apart.

"Troy..." Lancelot whispers, spotting the boy slumped against a wall, a metal rod impaling his shoulder. Blood seeps down his arm in a slow, steady stream.

Then his eyes land on Kowai. The ash-skinned warrior stands in the middle of the carnage, his arm pierced through Kelly's stomach. The boy hangs limp, his blood pooling at Kowai's feet. In his other hand, Ace dangles, his body lifeless and limp as a ragdoll, the grip around his throat unyielding.

"No!" Lancelot roars, his voice shaking the ground. His aura erupts into an inferno of light, cracks forming in the ground beneath him. His spear materializes in his hand, and he surges forward, radiating blinding power.

Kowai smirks. He tightens his grip on Kelly, and in an instant, a dark portal blooms behind him. "I'm afraid your too late."

Lancelot hurls his spear with deadly precision, the weapon splitting the air with a piercing screech. But Kowai drops Ace and shoves Kelly through the portal, sidestepping the attack. The spear misses by a hair's breadth, embedding itself in the portal's edge as it closes.

"DAMN IT!" Lancelot screams, his voice trembling with rage. His fists clench so tightly that blood begins to seep from his palms. His aura flickers violently, the light threatening to engulf him.

He drops to his knees, his breathing ragged, the adrenaline pulsing through him. Then, he freezes. His eyes darted to the center of the destruction.

"Wait..." His voice is low, panicked. He rushes to the spot where Zang had fallen moments earlier. Only a crimson stain remains—a grim reminder of the boy's earlier condition. "Zang, where did he go?"

His gaze scans the area frantically. "He was just here. His body..." He stops, clenching his jaw. The realization strikes him like a blade to the chest.

Gritting his teeth, he rushes back to the others. "No time," he mutters. "I'll find Zang later. Right now, these three need immediate care."

He moves with practiced urgency, lifting Troy over his shoulder and grabbing Ace and Sheldon by their shirts. His voice is low but determined. "Hang in there. All of you."

With another burst of violet energy, the battlefield fades away, and Lancelot reappears in an old Japanese-style medical hut.

Lancelot materializes in an old Japanese-style medical hut. He shouts, "Iseul!"

A woman with brown hair and vibrant pink eyes rushes into the room, wearing a lab coat. Her expression twists into shock at the sight of the battered boys. "Lancelot! What the hell is this?"

"Please, Iseul. Heal them. They're critical. They can't die. Not now."

Carefully, he lays the boys on separate beds. Iseul kneels by them, her face set with worry. She pulls a large wooden doll from the corner of the room and chants softly. The doll transforms, taking on human features and hair.

Green energy envelops the room, flowing into the boys' bodies. As their wounds begin to mend, Iseul gasps in pain, the injuries transferring to the doll. "You'd better have a damn good explanation for this," she snaps, focusing on her spell.

Lancelot turns away, fists clenching. "I'll explain everything later. Just save them."

Zang's mind drifts between consciousness and oblivion. A faint warmth spreads through his battered body, pulling him from the abyss. His eyelids feel like lead, but slowly, they flutter open. The first thing he sees is a tan-skinned man leaning over him. The man's shaggy black hair falls haphazardly around his face, and scruffy stubble shadows his jawline. His eyes are focused, and his hands radiate an eerie crimson light that seeps into Zang's body like liquid fire.

Zang's voice escapes in a hoarse whisper as he tries to move. "Who... who are you? Let me go..."

The man doesn't even glance at him, his concentration unbroken. The red energy pulsates and flows, repairing Zang's broken body with unnatural precision. Zang struggles to sit up, his arms trembling beneath him, but a sharp jolt of pain forces him back down.

Then, the man moves his glowing hand over the jagged stump of Zang's left arm. In an instant, flesh and nerves begin to reform. A sickly purple-red hue spreads as muscle, tendons, and skin knit themselves back together, stretching and twisting like molten metal being forged anew.

The pain hits Zang like a tidal wave, and he screams, his voice raw and guttural.

"Stay still," the man commands, his tone flat and unbothered. As the final layers of skin form, Zang's new arm flexes involuntarily, its surface glistening under the crimson glow of the desolate environment.

Finally, the man speaks, his voice calm but firm. "I'm your new master. Call me Ikari. I'm the one who just saved your life."

Zang winces, his body still reeling from the agony. "No... I already have a master. I don't need your help. Where am I, take me back."

Ikari smirks, shaking his head as he sits back on a jagged stone. "Kid, your so-called master? He's no teacher. Lancelot has always been strong. He was born with power so immense, he's never had to struggle. People like us? We don't get that luxury. We have to claw our way to the top, training our bodies and abilities until we can stand tall. That's the difference between him and me. And to sweeten the pot I'm one of the only beings that's never lost to Lancelot."

Zang's breathing is shallow, but his eyes narrow in defiance. "You've... beaten Lancelot in a fight?"

Ikari chuckles, pulling a matchstick from his pocket. He strikes it against one of the jagged black horns protruding from his head, igniting it with ease. "Not exactly. We fought to a draw. He was missing an arm, and I had a hole the size of my fist in my chest. If we'd kept going, neither of us would've walked away alive."

He tosses the match into a pile of dried sticks, igniting a small, crackling fire. The crimson glow of the rocks around them casts flickering shadows, making the man's grin appear even more menacing.

Zang stares at his newly formed arm, flexing his fingers as he tests its strength. "Fine... if I have no choice, I'll do what I must. But I won't harm my friends."

Ikari's grin widens. "Good. You've got spirit. I'll make you stronger than you can imagine. That's my vow."

He suddenly plunges his hand into his own chest, the flesh parting like water around his arm. Zang's eyes widen in horror as Ikari pulls out a glowing red orb of energy.

"What... what are you doing?" Zang asks, his voice trembling.

"Relax," Ikari says with unsettling calm. He thrusts the orb into Zang's chest.

A blinding pain tears through Zang's body. He screams, his hands clawing at the ground as the energy courses through him. The red orb merges with a faint yellow light already within him, the two energies intertwining like roots of a tree.

"It'll be over soon," Ikari promises, his voice steady. "Trust me, you'll thank me later."

Zang collapses onto the ground, his chest heaving as the pain subsides. His body feels alien yet powerful, the energy still humming beneath his skin.

"Who are you... really?" Zang gasps, his voice barely above a whisper. "Are you another Magus?"

Ikari stands, his eyes gleaming with wicked delight. "No. I am Ikari, the last survivor of the Seven Deadly Sins. The Sin of Wrath." His crimson eyes flare like embers, and a cruel smile twists his lips.

Lancelot and Iseul

In a serene medical hut, Ace, Troy, and Sheldon lie on separate beds, their wounds completely healed. Their breathing is steady, and the tension in their faces has faded.

Iseul, a graceful woman with sharp features and a calming presence, watches over them. Her concerned gaze shifts to Lancelot, who stands silently by the doorway, his face shadowed by guilt.

"What happened?" she asks softly. "Why are you bringing half-dead boys to me?"

Lancelot's voice is heavy. "The God Seal has weakened. The Leader of Heaven realm got some powerful enemies to breach the middle realm. It's my fault... I was careless. I let my guard down, and now they've paid the price. There were five of them, Iseul. One of the boys vanished and the other was taken before I could stop them."

She steps closer, placing a hand on his arm. "Lancelot, you've never had to protect others before. This isn't your fault. You're not someone who has the need to always have one eye open at all times . Anyone in your position could have made the same mistake."

He doesn't respond immediately, his gaze fixed on the floor. Finally, he turns and opens the wooden sliding door. "I need to report the invasion to the leader. Watch over them for me."

With that, he steps into the dimly lit hallway, his mind consumed by regret.

Kelly and Kowai

Kelly jolts awake, his heart racing, his shirt and shoes have been removed,. Pain grips his head as he tries to sit up, but a sharp ache in his stomach forces him back down. Instinctively, his hands fly to his abdomen. He freezes when he realizes the gaping hole that had been there is gone.

His wide eyes dart across the room, landing on an ash-skinned man standing in the corner. The man's long black hair obscures his eyes, and a twisted grin stretches across his face.

"You... you bastard!" Kelly growls, his voice shaking with fury. He tries to rise, but his legs refuse to move. "What did you do to me? And my friends? Take me back! I'll kill you!"

The man chuckled darkly, his voice low and menacing. "Kill me? Bold words for someone who can't even stand. I killed them all. Your friends. Your teacher. All dead."

"You're lying!" Kelly spits. "There's no way you killed him. You don't even have a fraction of his power!"

"Oh?" the man sneers. "Then explain how I crushed you all so easily. How I blew half of your blonde friend's body apart. How I shoved my hand straight through your stomach."

Kelly's mind reels. Tears stream down his face as doubt and despair creep into his heart. "No... it can't be. We were supposed to save everyone..."

The man erupts into laughter, loud and unhinged. "Save everyone? How naive! You were never going to save anyone!"

Through gritted teeth, Kelly bites his lip until blood trickles down his chin. "One day... I'll stand above you... with no emotion in my eyes... as I take your head."

The man's grin widens. "Good. Keep that hatred. You'll need it." He steps closer, his voice dropping to a sinister whisper. "And by the time I'm done, you'll be my greatest weapon."