"Hahahaha, hahahaha, my friend! Even if it's goodbye forever, let me see your limits!"
Hajime Kashimo burst into laughter, then instantly appeared behind Igarashi Amaha using her extreme speed. The cloud patterns on her cheeks bulged, creating a huge gap, like a pea shooter.
He looked at Igarashi Amaha, who was so close, and an excited expression appeared on his face. "At this distance, you can't avoid it!"
His enormous mouth was like a black hole, frantically compressing Cursed Energy, and a surging cannon of thunder condensed within it.
"When did I dodge?" Igarashi Amaha said calmly. Under the output of his Cursed Energy, his hands also changed at this moment, and began to swell. His originally fair palms became rough and ferocious, and scales began to emerge. His nails became extremely sharp, and his entire palms were like dragon claws!
With a wave of his hand, he grabbed Hajime Kashimo the throat, lifted her up, swung her around halfway in the air, and slammed her heavily to the ground!
Dense cracks spread across the battlefield beneath their feet. With Hajime Kashimo's throat tightly gripped, he managed to open his mouth with difficulty, and a thunder cannon containing boundless energy was unleashed!
Igarashi Amaha Tenba raised an eyebrow and covered his mouth with one hand, forcibly blocking the ball of lightning inside Hajime Kashimo's mouth, preventing it from being ejected and forcing it to explode inside!
Boom!
A mushroom cloud several meters high rose from the ground, and a huge bolt of lightning engulfed the two of them!
After a moment of silence, Hajime Kashimo, whose face was now only partially visible, slumped to the ground, utterly exhausted. "Who taught him to fight like that...?"
"However, they still underestimated my ' Mythical Beast Amber,' hehe." Hajime Kashimo glanced at the empty battlefield and laughed from the bottom of her heart.
But just as he was about to get up, he seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up at the sky.
"Wh... what...?"
Boom!
A colossal hand formed from Cursed Energy was slowly descending from the Sky Manipulation!
"Eh? Is this... meant for me...? Pfft... Hahahaha, hahahahaha." Hajime Kashimo, dragging his half-crippled body, collapsed to the ground, then suddenly burst into laughter. He laughed heartily, tears even streaming down his face.
This kind of battle, this kind of ending—this is what he pursued throughout his life!
When he reached his peak in his previous life, he was already an old man in his eighties. As a martial arts fanatic, Hajime Kashimo's biggest regret was that he had no real opponent. He regretted it and hated it. Why couldn't he have been born in a peaceful era and fought against the strongest Ryomen Sukuna?
This was his obsession and his long-cherished wish. With this in mind, he finally agreed to Kenjaku's suggestion, became his tool, signed the contract, and Binding Vow by it. Through Incarnation, he fought against Sukuna.
Although he didn't meet Sukuna, he encountered an even better opponent. You say that you are the only king in the world, how domineering and confident that is!
Hajime Kashimo looked up at the Sky Manipulation, his pupils already blurred, straining to see the figure above. He raised his fist with difficulty, pressed it against his chest, and smiled faintly. "My king, thank you."
Thank you for bringing this down to earth for me, a loser, and thank you for defeating me...
The handprint fell,
Space shattered, compassion deafened, and everything in the world stirred wildly at that moment.
Before I knew it, the rain started. The spring rain pattered down, falling on the earth like silk threads; the rain mist filled the air, with thousands of silver strands floating in the sky, enveloping everything like smoke and clouds.
May 16, 2018.
"Hey, Satoru, why are you asleep again?" Suguru Geto nudged Satoru Gojo, who was fast asleep on the table, and said with a sigh, "Didn't we agree to go see Maki and the others with Amaha today? Seriously."
"Huh?" Satoru Gojo groggily sat up, glanced at the weather outside with sleepy eyes, yawned and said, "Sorry, sorry, rainy days really make people sleepy."
Satoru Gojo stood up, stretched, glanced at the classroom where there were only two people, and asked in confusion, "Where 'Amaha?"
"Going to pick up the gifts."
Whoosh!
The door slid open, and the two looked up to see Igarashi Amaha, dressed in white casual clothes, walk in. His short black hair fell just between his eyebrows and eyes, and his perfect face, along with his noble golden eyes, made it hard to believe that he was a man approaching thirty. If you didn't look at the imposing aura he exuded, he would look like a college student who had never experienced the world.
Upon seeing Igarashi Amaha's clothes Satoru Gojo immediately started making sarcastic remarks, "An old man who's almost 30, still dressed so childishly, Amaha, how immature."
After saying that, he teleported to Igarashi Amaha's side. His playful side was poke at Igarashi Amaha's perfectly muscular arm with his finger, and he said in a high-pitched voice, "Oh, Amaha, you're really strong. Are you going to help the handsome Gojo- sensei teach that evil Jessan a lesson?"
As she spoke, Satoru Gojo wiggled his hips a few times in an extremely seductive manner, causing Igarashi Amaha and Suguru Geto to feel extremely uncomfortable.
" Satoru Gojo, if you don't want your Digimon collection disc to be split in two, then stop making such a disgusting scene."
Igarashi Amaha looked as if he had eaten a rat dropping, his face extremely ugly.
"Ah, Yamete, Yamete yo."
Suguru Geto and Igarashi Amaha's expressions turned even uglier. After exchanging a glance, they immediately understood each other.
Igarashi Amaha silently approached Satoru Gojo, then grabbed him and shouted, "Jay! Do it!"
Upon receiving the signal, Suguru Geto immediately ran out of the classroom and sprinted towards Satoru Gojo's dormitory.
Seeing this, Satoru Gojo panicked immediately, smashing his treasured Digimon discs to pieces. These two were really capable of anything! "Hey, damn it, are you kidding me? Wait, Amaha, let go! That bastard might really hurt you in a minute, let go!"
Igarashi Amaha raised an eyebrow at Satoru Gojo's expression and mimicked his earlier call, "Ah, Yamete, Yamete yo."
Upon Satoru Gojo, Gojo Satoru's facial features contorted in disgust. "Two sore losers."
Seizing the moment when Igarashi Amaha was laughing, he leaped forward and flew directly towards Suguru Geto's direction.
Bang!
The three of them fell heavily to the ground at the same time. Taking advantage of Suguru Geto's dazed state, Satoru Gojo grabbed his braid and yelled, "Go on, hehehe, aren't you so great? Keep going."
As Satoru Gojo spoke, he pinched even harder, causing Suguru Geto to wince in pain.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Amaha! How the hell did you press on me like that?!"
"How the hell was I supposed to know this thing would shoot out like a missile, carrying me right out of there?"
"Heh heh heh, you two idiots! Jay, call him 'Grandpa Gojo ' and I'll let you go."
" Amaha, beat him up!"
"How can I hit him! I'm using both hands."
"Bite him! That bastard is too arrogant!"
Igarashi Amaha's eyes darted around, and then he nudged Satoru Gojo's head hard with his chin.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! It hurts! Amaha! It hurts!"