Naker stood still, his predatory eyes scanning the thick, swirling curtain of smoke. For a long moment, there was only silence. Then, two piercing blue lights ignited within the haze. A silhouette flickered through the dust, moving with impossible speed.
It was Akos.
"You're out of options," Akos muttered to himself. Before Naker could even process the movement, Akos was upon him. He drove a fist deep into the monster's midsection, his knuckles glowing with a fierce crimson Nature Energy. The impact was cataclysmic; the energy erupted outward, launching Naker backward through the nearest building.
Naker hadn't even landed before Akos appeared again, mid-air, delivering another brutal strike infused with pure Ninjitsu.
Naker slammed into the pavement, crushing a parked car beneath his weight. Infuriated, the beast grabbed the mangled vehicle with one hand, preparing to hurl it. But Akos wasn't finished. He raised his hand, forming a "Finger Pistol" gesture. A tiny, coin-sized sphere of black energy flickered at his fingertip before he snapped it upward into the sky.
Naker hurled the car with a roar, but Akos leaped onto the flying vehicle, using it as a stepping stone to launch himself even higher. He struck Naker again, a blow even more devastating than the previous two combined.
While mid-air, Akos formed a second "Finger Pistol" with his left hand. This time, a crimson-black sphere, no larger than a coin, sparked into existence. He snapped it upward to join the first.
Naker, driven to madness, lashed out at the air. He unleashed a massive [SLASH SNAKE]—a wave of energy and ethereal serpents—aimed directly at Akos. Akos twisted in mid-air, the slash narrowly missing him and instead obliterating a storefront behind him.
High above, the two energy spheres collided and began to merge.
Sakoura, watching from a distance, saw the night sky suddenly turn a brilliant, haunting blue. He let out a manic laugh. "Hahaha! You're finally using those crazy techniques! This boy... his power grows every single time he fights."
Beside him, Suzuki narrowed his eyes. "I know that technique well. Akos... so you're really here." He turned to Sakoura. "Let this fight play out. We'll have our time later." Sakoura shot him a cold, piercing look. "Are you kidding me right now?"
In the sky, the red and black energies fused into a pulsing Deep Blue.
Naker lunged again with everything he had, his fists a blur of motion that shattered walls and flattened cars in a desperate attempt to crush Akos. But Akos was a phantom. He vanished and reappeared behind Naker's flank, his arm wreathed in crimson lightning. He delivered a crushing side-blow that sent the monster skidding across the asphalt.
Naker spun toward Akos, consumed by primal fury. He charged with absolute velocity, the pavement beneath his feet shattering into dust with every stride. He wound up a monstrous punch, his fist vibrating with a dense, chaotic energy intended to pulverize everything in its path.
But in a fraction of a second, Akos moved. With a blur of impossible speed, he slipped past the strike, reappearing directly behind the beast. Raising both his right and left hands, he formed the Finger Pistol gesture once more.
"Memory... and Oblivion... become one," he whispered.
A pair of tiny, brilliant spheres—one a shimmering gold, the other a ghostly white—flickered at his fingertips before launching into the sky, streaking toward the pulsating blue orb already hovering above.
Jin stared upward, his face pale with shock. "What on earth is he doing? Akos, what is this?!"
Sakoura, watching the sky transform, felt a chill run down his spine. "What the hell is this?" He turned to ask Suzuki, but the man was already gone, sprinting away from the area as fast as his legs could carry him. "Ehh?!" Sakoura muttered, realized the danger.
High above, Memory and Oblivion collided. They fused into a brilliant, rose-pink orb that began to pulse in sync with the blue light. The entire 50-meter radius was bathed in a surreal, flickering glow of pink and deep blue.
Naker sensed the end approaching. He wouldn't go down without taking the whole district with him. He unleashed his most catastrophic technique:
[SNAKE HACK ROW]
A violent, pressurized gale erupted from the monster, carrying thousands of invisible energy slashes. It was a storm of total destruction. Cars were sliced clean in half; buildings were shredded into ribbons of stone. The "snakes" of energy tore through everything, converging on Akos like a thousand guillotines.
But Naker looked up and froze.
Akos stood calm amidst the hurricane of blades, his index fingers extended from both hands, guiding the celestial spheres. The blue and pink orbs began to descend, rotating around each other in a deadly, beautiful dance.
Akos's voice was barely a whisper, yet it echoed through the entire city:
"Energetic Emotional."
The world stands still for a few agonizing seconds. Every soul in Tokyo looks up. The pink and blue spheres collide, fusing into a single, unstable singularity that pulses with an impossible spectrum of colors—blinding blue, violent red, rose, gold, black, and white. The wind itself is severed, and the air becomes a vacuum as a terrifying light begins to bleach the district.
Akos stands directly before Naker. He raises his right hand, resting it firmly over his left shoulder to brace himself. His left hand forms a complex, ancient mudra: the index, middle, ring, and pinky fingers are extended, while his thumb curls slightly toward the palm, creating a precision focal point. He locks his aim onto Naker's chest.
Between his middle and ring fingers, a spark of pure, white radiance ignites. It expands into a cross-shaped glare so intense it blinds the monster's red eyes.
Then, his aura—his Ninjitsu—explodes. It isn't just power; it is a dark, golden tide that swallows the remaining light of the city. Within fractions of a second, the sky over Tokyo turns pitch black, and thick, ominous storm clouds swirl into a vortex above them. The city's power grid fails completely; every light flickers out, leaving only Akos as the source of illumination.
Akos whispers the final incantation:
"ABSOLUTE GALAXY ULTIMATE."
The ground shatters violently. A shockwave of air blasts outward from Akos, his hair whipping wildly in the golden-yellow electrical aura that now envelops the entire block. His eyes glow with a lethal, crystalline blue.
He releases his thumb.
A shimmering sphere, thirty-four meters in diameter and glowing with a fusion of bright crimson and electric blue, erupts from his hand. It has the terrifying density and texture of a falling meteor, yet it moves with the speed of a laser beam.
The sphere screams through the city streets. It performs an impossibly fast zig-zag maneuver, weaving between skyscrapers with sentient precision, never touching a single wall. It leaves behind a trail of pure, solidified red and blue light—a glowing rod of energy that marks the path of inevitable destruction.
Naker stands frozen, the "cross" of white light reflecting in his pupils, as the meteor-sized strike closes the distance in a heartbeat.
The world stands still for a few heart-stopping seconds. Every eye in Tokyo is locked onto the sky as the blue and pink spheres finally collide.
The fusion is chaotic and divine. The colors bleed into one another—shifting from an intense, deep blue to crimson, then rose, gold, obsidian black, and a blinding, pure white. The very air in the area seems to snap; the wind ceases to howl, and a terrifyingly silent light bathes the entire district.
Akos stands directly before Naker. He crosses his right hand over his left, resting it high near his shoulder. On his left hand,
he extends his middle, index, and ring fingers, while his pinky stays tucked and his thumb is nearly straight. His thumb tilts slightly toward the palm as the other fingers curve, forming a precise, lethal targeting seal aimed straight at Naker's chest.
Between his ring finger and his thumb, a brilliant, spherical white light ignites. As Naker stares into it, the light expands into the shape of a radiant cross—a beacon of absolute judgment.
His aura, fueled by Ninjitsu, expands instantly. It is no longer just power; it is a dark, golden tide that swallows the remaining light of the city. Above Tokyo, the sky turns pitch black as thick, menacing storm clouds form in a fraction of a second. The city's power grid fails completely; the lights flicker once and die.
Akos whispers, his voice carrying the weight of a god: "Nothing worked against you... but this won't just 'work.' It will erase your very existence."
The ground trembles violently, the earth splitting open around his feet. A massive shockwave of air erupts from Akos, blowing his hair back as an intense, electric, golden-yellow aura wraps around the entire area. His eyes burn with a lethal blue fire.
Akos roars: "ABSOLUTE GALAXY ULTIMATE!"
He releases his thumb.
A shimmering sphere, 34 meters wide, erupts from his hand. It has the texture and mass of a falling meteor, glowing with a fusion of bright crimson and electric blue. It launches with the speed of a laser, tearing through the atmosphere.
The sphere streaks through the city, performing an impossibly fast zig-zag maneuver between the skyscrapers, weaving through the urban maze without touching a single brick. It leaves behind a trail of pure red and blue light—a solid rod of energy that pierces the darkness of the Tokyo night.
Naker screamed, a sound that bypassed the ears and vibrated directly into the soul. He thrust both hands forward, desperately trying to catch the meteor-like sphere, pouring every ounce of his monstrous strength into a final stand. For a split second, the world groaned as the two forces collided. Then, the inevitable happened.
The Absolute Galaxy didn't just push him; it began to dissolve him. The crimson and blue energy ate through his hands like acid through paper. Naker's flesh bubbled and vaporized, his very existence being unmade.
Within a heartbeat, the speed of the sphere increased to an immeasurable velocity, tearing through the rest of his body. The beast was reduced to grey ash and cosmic dust—erased from the fabric of reality.
The sphere vanished. Silence reigned for exactly two seconds.
Then, the universe tore apart.
A colossal, cataclysmic explosion erupted from the point of impact. Skyscrapers were ripped from their foundations, launched into the darkened sky like jagged toys. Stone, steel, and glass vaporized instantly. Within a 69-meter radius, the physical world simply ceased to exist.
An ENERGY TSUNAMI of pure Ninjitsu flooded the streets. The air didn't just blow; it struck like a solid wall of water, sweeping away everything in its path and leaving behind nothing but pulverized ruins.
A deafening, humming roar pierced the atmosphere—the sound of the dimensions themselves being shredded.
From the center of the crater, a GIANT VERTICAL PILLAR of energy shot toward the heavens. It was a supernatural, electric red, a color that defied the laws of physics. Anything the light touched was deleted—not broken, not burned, but blinked out of existence, leaving behind an absolute, terrifying void.
The epicenter was now an ASTRAL VOID. A 69-meter circle of nothingness where neither light nor matter remained. The smoke that began to curl around the edges was so dense and electrified it looked like a dark, sentient mist from another realm.
Tokyo went silent. The "Universe Zone" was gone. Naker was gone. In the center of the smoking, red-blue-stained void, a single figure remained.
Akos stands in the center of the devastation, his silhouette a ghost in the electrified mist. His body is a map of carnage, drenched in his own blood.
His eyes, once a brilliant blue, have turned a terrifying, swollen crimson. They bleed heavily, the red streaks staining his cheeks like permanent tears of gore. Every step is an agony that defies description.
He stumbles, his hand dragging against a jagged ruin of a wall, leaving a trail of blood behind him. The 23-meter crater he leaves in his wake is a testament to the power that nearly consumed him.
High above, the rest of Tokyo continues to glow with the distant, uncaring lights of the city, but here—in this 69-meter tomb—there is only the heavy, cold shadow of the void.
Akos stops. He coughs violently, a spray of dark blood hitting the dust. He clutches his chest, forced to lean against a crumbling partition. With the last of his strength, he drags himself a few inches further until he sees it.
The body of Huga.
Huga lies there, severed in half, a grim relic of the battle's cruelty. Akos collapses, his strength finally failing, and slides down the cold stone until he is lying side-by-side with the remains of his comrade. The silence of the void settles over them both.
Akos turns his head slightly, his blurred, blood-red vision fixed on Huga's pale face.
"I am sorry I couldn't save you," he whispers, his voice a broken rasp. "I know you won't forgive me, but... but..."