Previously on Hakuna, an atmospheric tension settled over the world as something entirely unprecedented, dangerous, and thrilling prepared to unfold. Super, the prince's eternal rival and peer, stood tall and directly issued a cold, unyielding challenge to Hakuna for a full-scale battle. What could this sudden confrontation truly be about? What deep-seated worries or hidden motivations lurked beneath the surface of this legendary challenge?
Fade In…
…The Expansive DDF Central Training Grounds…
The afternoon sun beats down mercilessly on the cracked, reinforced concrete of the central training grounds. The sheer weight of the atmosphere is heavy enough to suffocate a lesser warrior.
Hakuna and Super stand precisely fifty paces apart, their silhouettes casting long, stark shadows across the field.
Hakuna rolls his shoulders, adjusting his stance as he asks with a calm, measured voice, "Are you absolutely sure about this, Super?"
As the words leave his lips, a massive crowd of spectators begins to rapidly form along the elevated observation decks and peripheral barricades. Soldiers, tactical instructors, and junior recruits sprint from the surrounding barracks, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of the two titans facing off.
Super scoffs, a confident, dangerously quiet grin spreading across his face. He retorts sharply, "In all the years you've known me, I don't think I've ever been the type of man to bluff."
Slowly, deliberately, Super begins to flare his internal energy. A dense, shimmering translucent pressure begins to ripple off his skin, causing the air immediately surrounding his body to distort and warp like a heat mirage on an asphalt road.
Hakuna watches the display, his expression shifting into a calm, focused grimace. He thinks to himself, "Well… I have to admit, this is going to be incredibly interesting."
Without hesitation, Hakuna unleashes his own baseline energy to match his rival.
The vast, expansive training field—which was usually bustling with less than fifty dedicated personnel running standard drills—now feels packed to the absolute brim with stunned spectators. Yet, for a single, breathless moment, the entire world seems completely desolate, as if the universe itself has wiped away the background noise to focus entirely on these two individuals.
The First Exchange
Hakuna breaks the standstill. With a fluid, circular motion rooted deeply in the principles of Ryūhō Ginga[1], he raises his right arm with terrifying speed. With three consecutive, snapping wrist flicks, he sends three compressed, highly concentrated pulses of atmospheric pressure screaming across the distance directly toward Super. These Concentrated Atmospheric Bursts slice through the air, sounding like a succession of sonic booms.
Super doesn't even flinch. Moving with the disciplined, economic agility of Indlovu Dazhou[2], he sways his upper torso a mere fraction of an inch to the left, then to the right, effortlessly allowing the first two atmospheric bursts to whistle past his ears, completely obliterating a set of reinforced steel targets behind him.
Simultaneously, Super brings his index and middle fingers tightly together. At the very tips of his fingers, a condensed, blindingly bright ball of white light instantly materializes. With a whip-like motion of his arm, he slashes forward. The ball fires a razor-thin, hyper-concentrated beam of piercing energy.
The slashing beam effortlessly cuts through Hakuna's third atmospheric burst, slices a deep, smoking fissure directly into the reinforced ground, and barrels straight toward Hakuna's position.
Hakuna utilizes a reflexive, acrobatic Capoeira sway, twisting his spine down to the earth to dodge the trajectory. As he slides back onto his heels, he comments with a grin, "Interesti… ah—"
He cuts himself off.
A sharp, stinging sensation registers on the side of his head. The hyper-velocity beam had moved faster than his conscious reaction could fully calculate.
A single, neat droplet of blood begins to slowly well up and bleed from the very tip of Hakuna's left ear, tracing a crimson line down his jawline.
Instinctively, responding to the immediate registration of physical harm, Hakuna's pupils undergo a sudden transformation, beginning to glow with a violent, vibrating light brown.
Super notices the visual shift instantly. He lowers his center of gravity, stepping his lead foot forward into a solid, unyielding Muay Thai stance as he says, "Hmm. Your eyes are glowing. In all my years of watching you fight, I know for a fact that your eyes only glow as an automatic response to a highly dangerous threat…"
His muscles lock into place, his skeletal structure aligning perfectly into the immovable framework of Indlovu Dazhou. He concludes with a low, challenging rumble, "Does that mean you're finally taking this seriously, Hakuna?"
Hakuna reaches up, casually wiping the smear of blood from his earlobe with the back of his thumb. He looks down at the stain, his gaze shifting from daunting curiosity to a cold, haunting focus. He replies, "It's been a very long time since I last saw my own blood. So yeah… I'm taking this completely seriously now."
The Clash of Styles
BRRRRRRUMBLE.
The concrete beneath their boots begins to violently shatter and rumble. Both fighters begin to power up at the exact same time, unleashing their respective internal networks. Their sheer physical presence alone is enough to command the absolute, undivided attention of every single onlooker in the DDF facility—two legendary figures whose unbelievable strength and godlike speed have been whispered of in military folklore for a generation.
Hakuna moves first. Utilizing the explosive, linear propulsion of Taekwondo, he surges forward across the distance in a single microsecond, moving far too fast for the naked eye of the junior soldiers to comprehend.
He enters the pocket. His lead leg snaps out in a beautifully precise, high-velocity roundhouse kick aimed squarely at Super's midsection. The air itself completely compresses around his shin as his limb cuts through the atmosphere, creating a distinct, high-pitched whirring sound that pierces the eardrums of the crowd.
CRACK-BOOM!
When his heavy boot makes direct contact with Super's defense, the sound is a resounding, earth-shaking impact that reverberates violently through the entire foundation of the compound, momentarily causing a localized seismic tremor.
Super's left forearm, already raised in a rigid Muay Thai guard to shield his ribs, violently buckles under the concentrated kinetic force. The shockwaves of Hakuna's raw physical power ripple visibly across Super's massive bicep and shoulder muscles.
Super's teeth grit slightly, but his eyes dance with excitement. He thinks to himself, "So those muscles of yours aren't just for show after all. Fun."
Without a single moment of hesitation, Super retaliates with terrifying, deliberate speed. He lowers his hips into an incredibly stable Kung Fu horse stance that makes his entire body appear utterly immovable to the naked eye.
His right fist flies forward in a perfectly controlled, yet utterly devastating straight punch aimed directly at Hakuna's shoulder joint. The physical collision produces a crisp, explosive sound—a clear, deafening smack of pure, unadulterated power. Hakuna's dense muscle tissue instantly tenses as the staggering force transmits cleanly through his pectoral frame, threatening to dislocate the bone.
Despite the blinding, superhuman speed of the exchange, every micro-detail remains perfectly visible to the high-ranking officers watching: the rapid tightening of Hakuna's jaw, the brief flash of focused intensity in Super's eyes, and the visible ripple of mechanical strain along their respective forearms.
The two rivals begin to circle one another with an predatory intensity that makes the concept of time itself feel entirely suspended.
Super voices loudly over the wind, "I said take this seriously, Hakuna!"
Hakuna responds through gritted teeth, his feet shifting rapidly through fluid Capoeira steps, "I literally am taking it seriously!"
Super interjects, his aura flaring into sharp, jagged golden spires, "Then stop hiding behind basic martial arts! Show me the exact power you used to defeat me back then! Show me the Power of Psycha!"
Hakuna pauses, his stance widening. "Oh?"
The Sovereign Interruption
A sudden, unnatural, and chillingly gentle breeze begins to sweep across the concrete arena. Concurrently, the haunting, distorted sound of ancient, disembodied whispers echoes clearly around the entire perimeter of the Training Grounds.
Up in the front row of the spectator stands, Tshegofatso shivers, querying anxiously from within the crowd, "What on earth is that horrific sound? Where is it coming from?"
Luvuyo stands beside her, his hand resting tightly on the hilt of his weapon as he replies grimly, "I don't know… but I do not like the spiritual pressure behind it."
The whispers, echoing from every conceivable direction, gradually become louder and more violent with each passing second. They seem to be actively gravitating toward Hakuna's physical body, swirling around his frame like a localized hurricane. At the absolute peak of their deafening volume, the whispers suddenly cut to complete, dead silence as Hakuna's pupils violently shift from light brown to a brilliant, predatory bright yellow color.
"KIHIMURRA."
With the atmospheric breeze itself gathering tightly at Hakuna's feet, his flaring energy instantly changes its color signature to a dark, terrifying cosmic purple. The aura flares even more violently into the sky, completely blowing away the ambient breeze as a massive, destructive gust of wind that forces the onlookers to shield their faces.
Hakuna steps forward through the smoke, his voice echoing with dual tones, "Is this what you wanted to see, Su—"
SHING!
Before anyone in the arena can even realize what is happening, three silhouettes blur across the battlefield. Luvuyo, Tshegofatso, and Zamokuhle suddenly appear directly adjacent to Hakuna's body, executing a flawless, high-speed tactical ambush.
Luvuyo is seen pressing a cold, razor-sharp steel dagger directly against the skin of Hakuna's neck.
Zamokuhle stands perfectly locked in behind his blind spot, covering his rear with an active kinetic barrier.
Tshegofatso points her heavy casting staff directly at the side of Hakuna's temple, her energy primed to detonate.
Luvuyo questions him with intense suspicion, his voice trembling as he glares at the yellow eyes. "I'll give you exactly one single chance to explain yourself, monster. Tell me right now… what the hell are you?"
Hakuna remains perfectly calm, his neck completely still against the blade as he says softly, "Luvuyo, for your own sake, I highly suggest you put that knife down right now."
Luvuyo flares his internal energy to maximum capacity, yelling desperately over the roar of the wind, "Answer me! What are you?! Why do you carry the stench of the enemy?!"
BOOM!
Before Hakuna can even reply, a sudden, catastrophic pulse of pure, unadulterated gravitational pressure washes over the entire quadrant from the side.
Super stands there, his golden aura turning cold and absolute. He states with a terrifying, icy tone that freezes the blood of everyone present, "You three are mere juniors in this organization, aren't you? I don't suppose I ever gave any of you permission to interrupt my fight, did I? Move."
The sheer weight of Super's ambient intent forces the three ambushers to retreat immediately, leaping backward multiple meters to clear the blast zone as they gasp for oxygen.
Luvuyo mutters in utter disbelief, his eyes darting toward the command tower, "How… how are the high-ranking commanders actively condoning this madness? Anyone with basic sensory perception can tell that this man is actively channeling high-grade Daemonium energy!"
Bodega steps out from the shadow of the barricade, speaking in a stern, authoritative tone to calm the recruits. "Calm down. Every single one of the Founding Members already knows about this condition. Hakuna utilizes the sealed power of an ancient demon trapped inside of his soul matrix. It is entirely natural that you would sense raw Daemonium radiating from his flesh during a high-tier release."
Luvuyo blinks, muttering under his breath, "What? A demon inside him…?"
Super completely ignores the peanut gallery, readjusting his wrists as his golden aura stabilizes. He says flatly, "Now, with that annoying little distraction out of the way… care to continue our conversation?"
The Escalation of Sovereigns
Hakuna smiles. His feet begin to shuffle rapidly across the concrete, utilizing the fluid, rhythmic deception of Capoeira's Ginga footwork, his every movement calculated with near-perfect structural precision.
In a seamless blur of motion, he unleashes a devastating series of spinning Taekwondo kicks. Each strike is an intricate, breathtaking display of both acrobatic finesse and raw, cataclysmic power. One kick skims directly past Super's raised guard, the sheer sound of the displaced air slicing by like a physical sword blade, leaving a faint sonic echo in the space. Another kick connects solidly with Super's left flank.
The impact is a deep, resonant THUD—sounding exactly like a massive iron hammer striking a blacksmith's anvil, as if the very crust of the earth is actively protesting the sheer force of the collision.
Super's counterattacks are equally precise, formidable, and brutal. Utilizing his Muay Thai conditioning, he bends his torso low and delivers a short, explosive knee-strike directly into Hakuna's abdomen. The kinetic force behind the knee is so immense that it sends a visible shockwave rippling outward across the field, the sound a deep, resonant boom that completely mingles with the loud, rhythmic pounding of their superhuman hearts.
In the exact same seamless motion, Super's right hand launches a swift, incredibly precise Kung Fu palm strike that collides heavily with Hakuna's ribs. The sound of that specific strike is sharp, dry, and completely unforgiving—a true testament to his godlike, refined physical strength.
Super steps back, his eyes narrowing as he realizes Hakuna is still holding something back. "Since you still stubbornly refuse to take me completely seriously, Hakuna… I will just have to show you my true, unrestricted strength."
⚡ VUUUUUM. ⚡
A massive, suffocating pulse of heavy gravity can suddenly be felt radiating around the entire multi-story DDF headquarters building. The windows of the command tower begin to violently vibrate and crack.
Super brings his hands together in front of his chest, locking his fingers into a highly complex, sacred Ahankar Mudra sign. He chants with a voice that echoes with absolute authority:
"I am above all. I am beyond all. I AM EGO."
🔥 FLASH! 🔥
His eyes are instantly set ablaze, shrouded in roaring, intense spiritual flames.
Hakuna's eyes widen slightly as he feels the spatial pressure shift around them. He thinks to himself, "Wait a minute… did this idiot actually manage to completely master his Talent during my year away?"
Psycha's voice chimes in instantly inside his mind, correcting him with a sharp hum. "No, he hasn't fully mastered the conceptual form yet, kid. He just has a highly advanced, instinctual access to its raw power, which is to be expected of a prodigy of his caliber. Pay close attention to the flames shrouding his eyes right now—if he had truly mastered the concept of Ego, those wouldn't be ordinary flames. Don't falter."
Hakuna lets out a low chuckle, stepping forward as his yellow eyes flare. He says out loud, "Hmmm. In that case, I will gladly respond in kind."
Hakuna's flaring energy remains a deep cosmic purple, but it suddenly begins to flow and ripple in a significantly more divine, elegant nature around his limbs.
Right before the eyes of the stunned crowd, his pupils undergo a rapid, mesmerizing double-shift—changing from yellow, to a deep purple, to then settling into a brilliant, blindingly luminous silver color as he speaks the ultimate fusion chant:
"Celestihimurra."
BOOM!
A catastrophic, blinding pulse of silver-purple energy is sent exploding outward in every single direction, making the local atmosphere truly feel as if an ancient god has physically descended before the onlookers.
Freddie stands on the sidelines with his arms crossed, commenting with a calm, analytical smirk, "An Unstoppable Force meets an Immovable Object. What an absolute match-up."
Enzo stands beside him, his eyes glued to the energy readings on his handheld terminal as he says anxiously, "This is getting way too serious to be classified as a simple sparring match. They're going to level the base."
Bodega sighs as he murmurs, "And this time around, there's absolutely no one to step between them and stop it…"
Rems concludes tightly, his eyes tracking the silver and gold afterimages blurs, "Even if we wanted to enter the field, at this ridiculous tier of power, I don't think there is a single soul alive capable of stopping either of them."
The Apex
As the battle escalates to its absolute peak, both fighters' speeds reach a terrifying tier that completely defies normal human perception.
Hakuna twists his body in a highly complex, spinning Capoeira maneuver, his physical movements a fluid, beautiful combination of gravity-defying agility and devastating Taekwondo power. Every single rotation, every pivot, and every weight distribution is executed with the mechanical precision of a flawless, well-oiled machine.
His spinning wheel-kick connects heavily with Super's reinforced Muay Thai guard, producing an audible, violent rush of displaced air, followed instantly by a heavy, bone-jarring impact that vibrates visibly through both fighters' skeletal frames.
Super, remaining completely unwavering and immovable due to his Indlovu Dazhou rooting, absorbs the terrifying kinetic blows with a stoic, iron-body resilience. His counter-offensive is measured, unyielding, and brutal—a rapid, rhythmic series of precise Kung Fu strikes that perfectly punctuate the frantic rhythm of the fight.
Each physical contact is punctuated by the unmistakable, violent sound of supreme force meeting enhanced flesh—a deep, hollow thud here, a sharp, bone-cracking snap there.
Super's body moves with a highly disciplined, flawless economy of motion: one devastating palm strike followed instantly by an immediate, almost instinctive block, concluded by a brutal retaliatory elbow strike that launches Hakuna high into mid-air.
But Hakuna, taking immediate tactical advantage of his airborne position, adjusts his core and prepares for a massive downward area-of-effect attack.
Super senses the sudden spike in energy above him and immediately aims both of his open palms forward, targeting Hakuna's exact coordinates in the sky.
As both warriors prepare their respective signatures, time itself seems to slow down to an absolute crawl.
In mid-air, Hakuna executes a highly intricate hand sign—intertwining his pinkies and ring fingers together, placing his thumbs, index, and middle fingers perfectly adjacent to one another as all of his fingers point outward. The formation is held tightly near his chest, looking almost as if he is entering a solemn prayer, but his expression is anything but holy. As Hakuna's hands finally snap together in perfect alignment…
Hakuna chants with a roaring voice:
"INFERNUM: COLUMNA FLAMMAE!"
As Super, standing firmly on the shattered concrete below, simultaneously chants his own ultimate counter:
"Forced Palm Technique: Gamma Ray Burst!"
A massive, spinning magic circle of silver-purple light appears directly around Hakuna's hands, firing a colossal, roaring pillar of cosmic flames straight down toward the earth. However, at the exact same microsecond, a dense, blinding ball of golden energy forms in front of Super's pointed arms, instantly firing a hyper-concentrated beam of pure, explosive kinetic energy straight up into the sky.
The Beam Struggle
⚡ CRACKLE! ⚡
The two colossal torrents of energy collide directly in the center of the airspace. It is a pure, unadulterated, old-school Beam Struggle of epic proportions.
Both beams rapidly build up an astronomical amount of friction and raw pressure at their direct point of contact, the energy crackling so violently that the surrounding air turns to ozone. The onlookers in the stands brace themselves, ducking behind barriers as they prepare for a catastrophic, base-level explosion.
But weirdly, strangely… the expected explosion never comes.
Through sheer, godlike technical mastery, the two opposing energies reach a perfect, microscopic equilibrium. The golden energy and the silver-purple flames begin to perfectly cancel one another out, simply dissipating into a harmless, sparkling mist of raw atoms.
Tshegofatso queries in utter confusion, peering over the wall, "Wait… where on earth is the explosion…? Where did all that massive power go?"
Instructor Tshidiso interjects sharply from the command deck, lighting a cigarette as his voice is filled with profound respect, "Pay close attention, child. What you are witnessing right now is an absolute masterclass in high-level Energy Manipulation. They are intentionally imploding the friction so they don't slaughter everyone in the stands."
Immediately after the residual energy fully dissipates into the air, Hakuna and Super converge through the mist and violently clash yet again, the fierce bout continuing without a single moment of rest.
The Final Lesson
Their ongoing clash is far more than a simple exchange of martial arts prowess; it is a beautiful, terrifying ballet of superhuman capabilities. Every single block, every evasion, and every tactical retreat is as completely deliberate as the strikes themselves. The concrete ground beneath their boots continues to tremble violently with each impact, the very structural integrity of the earth being tested by their raw power.
The complex soundscape of the arena is completely filled with the high-pitched whir of rapid, supersonic movement, the deep, echoing thuds of bone meeting bone, and the constant, rhythmic cadence of their heavy breathing—each inhale and exhale measured perfectly in the heat of combat.
At one pivotal, micro-second moment, Hakuna cleverly feints a clumsy retreat, intentionally baiting Super into committing his weight forward into a heavy, straight punch. In that tiny fraction of a heartbeat, Hakuna pivots his weight sharply on his heel using Ryūhō Ginga mechanics, channeling his incredible momentum into a devastating Taekwondo counter-kick.
His boot connects squarely and heavily with Super's exposed right flank. The resulting impact is so immense that it sends a visible kinetic shockwave slicing through the air—a sound resembling a distant artillery explosion that resonates deep within the literal chest cavity of every single witness on the decks.
Super grits his teeth tightly as the staggering force surges through his internal organs, yet his horse stance holds incredibly firm, a silent, stubborn testament to his unyielding strength.
The relentless, brutal exchange continues without mercy, every single move a meticulously executed demonstration of pure power and ultimate precision. Their physical bodies become an absolute blur of motion to the crowd, their fists and feet moving so exceptionally fast they appear as multiple solid afterimages across the ring.
In this timeless, historic moment, Hakuna and Super fight not just as standard warriors, but as true, living embodiments of an almost divine physical prowess.
In a final, spectacular burst of superhuman speed and precision, the two fighters clash in a frantic flurry of motion that blurs into a single, relentless moment. Hakuna's unpredictable, fluid Capoeira movements have long kept Super on his toes, but now, in the absolute heat of the final exchange, Super's glowing eyes narrow in focused determination.
As Hakuna launches another rapid series of snapping kicks and evasive maneuvers, Super's combat genius recognizes a subtle, recurring pattern in his foe's rhythm—a slight, almost imperceptible micro-second hesitation in his otherwise flawless Taekwondo sequence.
With a controlled, deep exhalation, Super shifts his entire weight forward and charges directly into the danger zone. In one decisive, split-second moment, his right arm snaps out in a meticulously aimed Muay Thai strike that meets Hakuna's midsection with an earthshaking impact.
💥 THUD! 💥
The collision reverberates violently through the facility. Hakuna staggers backward, his breath hitching as his body is caught completely off balance by the precise, impossible timing of the strike.
Before he can even begin to regain his fluid flow, Super ruthlessly exploits the opening. His legs drive forward with explosive, unstoppable force. In a matter of mere heartbeams, he sweeps his leg low, completely taking out Hakuna's lower half. The sheer force is overwhelming, and Hakuna's body, momentarily unprepared for the sweep, buckles under the weight.
With a final, controlled forward push, Super sends Hakuna crashing straight down onto his hindquarters. The sound of his body slamming heavily against the cracked concrete echoes across the silent training grounds like a loud thunderclap.
Time seems to stretch out to infinity as Hakuna lays momentarily dazed on the dirt, his silver eyes dimming back to brown, his breath ragged and gasping from the sudden, total loss of his momentum. In that highly charged, suffocating silence, Super's dense muscles remain tense as he prepares his next move.
Super advances instantly, his entire being radiating raw, unyielding, mythic power. His right arm coils tightly like a spring, loading up with a massive reservoir of latent energy as he launches a full-powered, decisive punch aimed squarely at Hakuna's face. The sheer speed of the descending punch completely defies comprehension—a golden blur of motion that captures the absolute essence of pure physical force.
Just as the massive fist is about to make direct contact with Hakuna's nose…
Super decelerates his momentum with absolutely impeccable, godlike control. His heavy fist, carrying the full, explosive brunt of his strength, halts abruptly in mid-air—stopping exactly one single inch away from Hakuna's face.
The moment is frozen in time. The near miss is palpable, the tiny gap between his knuckles and Hakuna's nose charged with the terrifying intensity of what could have easily been a cataclysmic, skull-shattering impact.
The sound of the halted strike is nothing more than a mere whisper of displaced wind, contrasting sharply with the thunderous explosions from earlier. Hakuna's eyes widen in absolute shock as he stares up at the fist, slowly processing the impossible precision of his rival. The entire battleground falls into a monumental, respectful hush.
Super's controlled, nearly mythic power had successfully overcome Hakuna's fluid, chaotic unpredictability, delivering a definitive blow that could have shattered worlds, yet tempering it by the slightest, most disciplined margin.
Hakuna blinks, swallowing hard as he looks up from the ground. "Why… why did you stop?"
Super slowly draws his fist back, exhaling a cloud of steam as his golden aura completely vanishes. He looks down at his friend with a mixture of stern disappointment and deep relief, responding quietly, "Because you've clearly lost your edge, Hakuna. You became entirely complacent in your own power while you were away, and the rest of us actively overtook you. We were all incredibly worried about you, man… you completely vanished off the face of the earth without a single word."
Hakuna looks down at his hands, his expression softening into a look of genuine guilt as he argues back, "But you saw exactly what happened back then, Super… I lost control. I only moved on pure, destructive instinct and I ended up completely destroying the entire school hall. I don't deserve to be a member of the BBC after proving myself to be that dangerous to civilians."
"You deserve to be a member even more because of that exact realization, you idiot," Freddie chimes in loudly, stepping down from the spectator platform and walking directly onto the ruined field.
The crowd parts for him as Freddie continues, his voice echoing across the yard, "Being able to clearly recognize your own mistakes, feeling the weight of them, and actively working to rectify your flaws is exactly what makes you not only worthy of being a member of the DDF… but it makes you profoundly worthy of being a true Founding Member of this squad."
As he finishes speaking, Freddie reaches into his bag, pulling out a crisp, pristine official matric jacket and a gleaming, heavy custom BBC ring. He steps forward, extending his hands to offer them back to Hakuna.
Bodega walks up right behind him, a wide, proud grin on his face as he punches Hakuna lightly on the uninjured shoulder. "Welcome back home, idiot. We've all missed you like crazy."
Hakuna looks up at his friends, a genuine, bright smile finally breaking across his face as he takes the ring and slides it onto his finger.
The surrounding crowd of soldiers, recruits, and officers instantly erupts into a deafening storm of applause and cheers. The legendary Founding Members have all finally, officially reunited.
Fade Out…
End of Episode 81…
[1] This is a combination of Taekwondo, Capoeira and Tai Chi(Which he learned from Nolitha)
[2] This is a combination of Muay Thai and Kung Fu.