Caeli Akadi―Into the Dragon, Crownsgrove Scuffle!

❝This is nøt an anthem, ør a threat in sømeøne's name, but a prømise that tømorrøw will røck and burn if things døn't change.❞

The Cøncrete Cøwboy.

A flash of white light would spawn within the tree filled land, a bright explosion of about ten meters omnidirectionally filled the area, before it's glory would come to an end. One would take note of how the surrounding area was completely unaffected, all that was left would be a small scorch mark in the middle where the blast originated. Now appearing in the middle of where the flash once stood would be a boy and his trusty ass. The adolescent stood at a clean six feet tall, not including the black timbs he was currently wearing, in addition to the spikes that resided on the bottom of the footwear. Speaking of these boots.. They weigh a whopping 20 tons each, but feel weightless on the boy due to enchantments. His physique was lean, but muscular, weighing in at about one hundred and eighty pounds. His skin was a dark brown, smooth meaning acne free, but rough looking at the same time. The boy's hair was kept into a fro, sponged to give it a nappy appearance. His hair was black, darker than your average African American. His right arm and hand up to his shoulder, was prosthetic, made up of various metals and other materials. It was highly durable, and capable of absorbing force. He wore a black t-shirt, a large green scarf draped over his right shoulder. To complete his outfit, he would wear black jeans, an aesthetic rip in them just over the kneecaps. What was the name of this Buffalo Soldier looking nigga? Cole. Cole Jackson.


Wandering around the city built into this rainforest, the boy would sigh, he had come in search of two people, in which he had plans to bring down. He let the revolver strapped to his waist swing softly side to side, his ass following behind him with a sexy jiggle of its own. He decided not to wait for his teammate, when he arrived they would communicate then. With Cole being the scout of Enigma's spec ops team, he reserved the right to venture wherever he wanted to. Even if it meant ending up in strip clubs on various missions.. for you know.. safety measures. This cowboy does not play around when it comes to looking out for his teammates.

The ass was brown in color, giving off an earthy vibe, it gave off an otherworldly presence, it's hair texture was different than most asses, this one was not as hairy, but was very plump indeed. The cowboy named his ass, NiaArtieEther, or NAE. On the other side of his waist lay his trusty whip, coiled up. And in between various other tools, including disruptors for example. The teen is blessed by two particular entities. The first being Ares, the God of war. The Greek God admired the boy's aim and skill with guns so much that he decided to give him the mindset of war. When in this state, the boy becomes battle hardened, his mind is on constant alert and he's able to process and react to things at superhuman speeds. His skin becomes harder than steel and his body mass grows. He becomes stronger than usual without having to bulk up as much, as his muscles become more efficient and advanced. The second blessing is from the Goddess Gaia. Which gifted the boy with a unique gift, to be explained later. On his head was a large, thick, cowboy hat. It was made out of a combination of metals and minerals and featured a special device on top. The hat was very aerodynamic as well, more on it will be explained later on. Ace would take a look around at his surroundings, seeing various pedestrians pass by him, thinking to himself how weird
and odd that the life here looked. The cowboy is also extremely advanced at chi, and applies this with something else to create, well y'all will see..

"Pretty edgy if you ask me.." the adolescent mumbled to himself, his ass bouncing up and down in agreement. His eye would then focus on a specific being, an even edgier looking nigga that was seated underneath one of the many trees in this town. The technologically advanced right eye of the cowboy. This eye is able to scan its surroundings and pick up on unknown forms of energy. The eye is connected to his brain and is able to send info back and forth the same way a real eye works. The eye is also connected to a special tool that the boy has, which allows him to see things, even when he isn't currently looking at it. He stopped in his tracks, turning to face the being which sat a clean 40 meters away. Deciding not to engage directly, the boy would simply take the hat atop his head, and beam it to the right of him, skybound the hat would take off. Defying the laws of physics as this mystical article of clothing would dash through the air at 100 m/s, seemingly getting faster as time went on. He then would dig in his pockets, pulling out a stick of gum before unwrapping it and plopping it into his mouth, he would let the wrapper get taken away by a gust of wind. He wanted to feel what it was like to break the rules. Gaia would be mad at his littering, if they were on Earth that is.

Still looking at the strange being under the tree, he would reach into his pockets again and pull out 3 sewing needles he had stolen from a previous one night stand.. he would also take note of the second soon to be foe.. that was now walking away from him. Ace would decide to keep a low profile, for now. A small grin plastered his face as he maneuvered the needles between the fingers of his metallic hand.


Using a small communicator that was placed deep within the boy's right ear, he would tease.. "Sleepy~"

Stark effulgence permeated amidst the dense rainforest, capturing the attention of practically every single Dragonkin patrolling along the fringes of Crownsgrove’s perimeter. Their reptilian gaze transfixed directly onto the source of light, unperturbed by the glaring burst of impertinence. Crimson irises glared vehemently from underneath the protective veil of a nictitating membrane, shielding their eyes from the harmful rays of resplendent light; thus, their attention did not sway in the least. And so they glared from afar, peering over from the gnarled branches they stood upon. After the light faded did it reveal the presence of an impudent boy, earning the scowling expressions of the Dragonkin, making their distaste for this unwarranted visitor apparent. One brought a blowing horn out of his satchel, and placed the pointed end inside of his maw, and blew with all of the air he could muster from his lungs to sound an alarm. The vociferous eruption that came from the other end of the ivory horn held a semblance to a dragon’s roar, easily permeating throughout the entirety of the forested city whilst inciting others to blow their own horns, furthering awareness of a trespasser. Collectively as a group consisting of ten, these scaly watchmen propelled themselves from branch to branch with unprecedented dexterity, encircling the boy from above, roughly one-hundred meters in the air. Despite whether or not the boy would pay them any attention, they continued to follow him regardless, swinging from vine to vine and jumping from branch to branch with ease, carefully monitoring him as he traversed throughout their city. As the boy entered the city did the common folk shelter themselves expeditiously, hiding away within their mystical abodes not out of fear for the stranger, but rather what was to come shortly afterwards. Of course, these alarms didn’t fail to fall upon the ears of the Curators, aptly gaining both of their attention with relative ease, if not being an annoyance. The Sonkei can rest assured that BLADE would handle this atrocity on their own.

From the moment that the stark effulgence permeated amidst the rainforest did Yoshida already become attentive, rising to his feet with an abrupt burst of celerity. Mismatching hues of gold and silver stared ahead of himself, curiously inspecting the light filtering across the dense foliage whilst an array of questions circulated throughout his mind, all of which pertaining to a possible invasion. He knew that the other Tribes of Caeli Akadi had no malicious intent, nor would they ever hold any resentment to their neighboring islands amidst the cloudy skies of Bhernia, and so the other Dragonkin were not a part of the equation whatsoever. This did, however, lead to more questions that presented a confusion so palpable that his visage was soon adorned with it, made apparent by the furrow of his brow and an intense gaze projected onto the scintillating display. It was only until the first horn was blown that he awakened from his stupor, and recognized this unwelcome presence as a threat in regards to the particular sound of the horn, reminiscent of a dragon’s roar to perpetuate fear. The stark effulgence incited a reaction from Yoshida that was so instinctual to him that a series of biological functions ensued, propagating throughout his timeless without delay. A particular gland attached to his heart known as the Viribus Fundamentum regulates the flow of Chi throughout his entire body, enhancing the heavy streams of life’s energy through his own blood. As such, all blood that flows through his heart passes through this extraordinary gland, enriching the blood vessels, nerves, and ducts it passes through to strengthen his body whilst stockpiling boundless energy. Because of this, his eyes were easily enhanced with Chi by an instinctual reaction from the sudden flash of light. The Sun and Moon transfixed their gaze upon the source of light, peering into it deeply, finding the spiritual presence of the boy. It didn’t matter that trees, foliage, and vegetation stood between them, as his spiritual gaze glared beyond it all in curiosity, hyperfocusing on the boy alone. To make it easier, his eyes were also much different than any humans, made apparent by a secondary layer of another iris and pupil underneath the first, allowing him to easily rotate the inner aperture up to a ninety degrees, making the innermost overlay the outermost by lying at a right angle to it, granting him an ocular structure with vastly accurate depth perception and focusing ability no matter how much or how little light there is present. His dissimilar eyes also possess a double lens, with the outermost serving as any other creature’s in form and function. The innermost, however, is a mass of transparent muscle fibers that can polarize incoming light. Additionally, the inner lens also serves to magnify what the Xeroxian sees, coupled with previously stated functions of his eccentric eyes grants the Vagabond superior long distance vision without the need for binoculars. Furthermore, his eyes are accompanied by extra lids, the innermost being a crystal clear nictitating membrane that protects his mismatching hues from harmful rays of light similarly to the Sonkei without obstructing his vision.

Now that he was at his feet, he spread them shoulder width apart before extending his right leg forward, and planted his bare foot upon the ground twelve inches in front of the other to generate power, exerting the Chi from his body in copious amounts to attain control throughout the medium around him. It didn’t take him long at all either, as he’s an affinity for wind. Cerulean effulgence enveloped his figure, emphasizing the contours of his silhouette before forming aggregations of ether resembling disjointed appendages suspended around his body protectively. All six of these ethereal arms are larger than his own, possessing twice as much reach and wingspan than what life affirming flesh has given him. The Sapphire Star’s physical arms rose, bent at the elbows at a ninety degree angle to comfortably raise his fists in front of his face, with the right arm slightly in front of the other and slightly raised higher, both suspended beneath his nose to not obstruct vision. As he did this, all of the celestial appendages imitated the action, each pair levitating on either side of himself and above his head. With a height of six feet and five inches, he towered over most adversaries, especially with a much longer wingspan yet what he had in store for any trespassers did not require close quarters combat, but instead a flurry of blows from afar. He didn’t need to wait for the unwanted guest to present themselves in front of himself, as he carefully listened to the sound of blow horns erupting throughout the rainforest, easily determining which direction these sound waves were projected from by his domain over the wind, granting him an accurate sense of awareness for the whereabouts of the stranger. For whatever reason, the boy ignorantly explored around the city, carefully monitored by the watchmen who loomed above him, traversing across oceans of space by jumping from branch to branch, blowing their horns to pinpoint his exact locations with each and every moment that passed whilst Yoshida, who patiently waited accumulated a vast reservoir of ether by drawing it into his body from his surroundings, giving him such a lambent effect that he shone like the brightest star in the constellations. In the midst of drawing in copious amounts of ether did the subtle vibrations from his necklace become a chorus of clamorous voices, all belonging to the Eldunari within each and every bead. These Eldunari, or rather the crystallized consciousness of dragons infused his surroundings with their reverberating voices, writhing inside of their vessels. All together, Yoshida and his dragons recited a personalized mantra, reaching their own Nirvana as the boy foolishly took his time exploring. Rhythmic palpitations thrummed from his core, seemingly melding alongside the frequencies belonging to the cacophony of voices reverberating throughout his midst, the language which resonates with that of the microcosm of the Monk’s timeless body and the macrocosm of the universe; each syllable ever spoken from the moment he began chanting in this place of respite creating a vibration which resonates with the natural energies of his body and the universe. The recurring chanting which ensued from the stark effulgence had been left unabated, projected through the amalgamation of sound from resolve of mind. His mind is a cosmic flower, and his diligent faith brought it to full bloom, navigating his mind to a higher plane of existence, where in this case Yoshida has seemingly become one with the spiritual realm after attuning his mind to it; enhancing the sheer willpower of his mind. He essentially became more knowledgeable of his surroundings, no matter how faint a vibration may be, as well as the reverberations of frequencies parented to the energies in his midst, made noticeable through echolocation of his sidereal body.

“Ebb and Flow.”

These are the recurrent or rhythmic patterns of comings and goings or decline and regrowth; similarly to how tides rise and fall, much like how he’s adapting his energies accordingly on a whim, accomplished with little to no time at all due to mastering his true spiritual self.

With his Chi circulating throughout the medium, wind currents carried it further throughout the rainforest, acting as an extension of himself thus allowing him to know exactly where the strange boy was as wind resistance occurs when wind currents traverse around solids, bodies even. It was in this moment that the boy found himself to be forty meters away from the Vagabond that a spectral barrage was unleashed violently, devastating the area in front of Yoshida and quite possibly the impudent stranger. His fists, spectral and not, were an azure phosphorescent blur as they collectively punched the air in front of himself with such ferocity that the sound afterwards were akin to a series of cannons going off violently. With the unprecedented celerity of his fists jabbing the air directly in front of himself with unbridled strength did shockwaves follow immediately afterwards, traversing across oceans of space at the speed of sound. These strong pressure waves traverse throughout the medium of air that Yoshida has gained absolute control over, easily spread throughout the surrounding area of the rainforest by wind currents carrying his energy across the land, granting unrestrained propagation in deliverance to the poor soul before him. These shockwaves in particular however are not of the conventional sort, but as a product of the barrage of blows unleashed by Yoshida’s fists and are imbued with enormous amounts of ether he has cultivated within his body, combined with the frequencies parented to the sound of his mantras. Furthermore, with such a rich source of energy these shockwaves don’t lose amplitude the further they traverse as they normally would, and instead is increased drastically as the ether throughout the vicinity is vacuumed inside as it traverses across oceans of space, swelling in sizes capable of pummeling enormous holes through mountains. However, because a minuscule amount of energy is expended to heat the medium throughout the trajectory do air molecules possess more energy in higher temperatures, which means they’ll vibrate faster, allowing the soundwaves to travel faster than the speed of sound would normally, because they’re propelled by repetitive collisions between the molecules. As such, should any one of these shockwaves collide with the boy would possibly leave nothing behind, as the sheer force could easily devastate even mountains. In spite of this, Yoshida did not relent once after jabbing the air eight times, once with each and every fist but did so a hundred times more in the span of only a few seconds, demonstrating his immense strength and the energy he had been stockpiling within his body, only to be unleashed violently as he released the tension in his musculature.

“Azure Cascade: Gatling Gun.”

The following shockwaves, like the predecessors all resembled an azure draconic body writhing throughout the medium with jaws unhinged, prepared to absolutely destroy every single fiber of the boy’s body, and soul. Furthermore, with the sudden presence of another presenting themselves one-hundred meters above would Yoshida, in the midst of unleashing an endless bombardment onto his foe would these spectral arms take full advantage of their omnidirectional capabilities by jabbing the air above him, directly aimed at the vampiric stranger with the exact same assault violently unleashed onto the other simultaneously.

The only thing he put his faith into were the weight of his fists, and these miscreants would soon find out the extent of the Xeroxian’s strength. Psionically, the lavender-skinned Xeroxian telepathically communicated with his fellow Curator, imprinting knowledge into Duran’s mind pertaining to the whereabouts of these trespassers, or rather whatever would be left of them anyways.

❝If yøu want me, better make yøur best møve.❞

The cowboy was completely unbothered by the new set of fans he had acquired. He had always been quite popular, though usually with the ladies as opposed to dragon niggas. His "venture" around the city was kept short and simple, only taking a few paces around the city. Especially since he had acquired a new crowd. The noises made by the rather unusual acting and in his opinion biased npcs were annoying to the young boy, he simply just ignored them, as rocks shot up from the ground and impaled each and every one in the head, killing on sight. He was able to see them using his device which gave him sonar-like vision. He didn't understand why they bothered to go after him. Could it be… because he was black?? Anyways, moving on from that bs way of tracking the blessed male..

This would change the boy's entrance all together, no longer was he casually walking around the forest, but he was running, looking for blood on whatever "karen" is working with these edgy dragon police npcs. He would put an end to his existence, maybe not now, but in time definitely.

He would quickly, almost instantly take his hat off and beam it forward in the direction he was now running, traveling at a speed of 250 m/s, his hat would reach the azure opp ass individual who was only about 100 or so meters away. The hat moved by its own force, not relying strictly on the momentum from it being thrown. The hat would attempt to strike the being, it's sharp edges and unnatural but high vibrational pattern combined with a fast rotation and acceleration would allow the top to cut through the matter that made up the individual with ease. The hat would also emit its own vibrations through the device placed atop it. The device was capable of causing vibrations comparable to what Yoshida was suddenly able to do without any prep, this would in turn cause distortions and it's own propagations within the air. A countershock if you will. The influence of the hat's vibrations were powerful and had a suitable AOE to redirect or negate any shock or sound waves trying to form within its domain. Also the opps chi would be disrupted as well, if it's medium is the air and the air is disrupted, the energy would simply destabilize into heat. Now, since we're on the topic for a minute, let's talk about Yoshida's energy that was being spread throughout the air. The hat Cole had thrown earlier features a device which senses the frequency and wavelength of energy it makes contacts with. So if/when Yoshida has already started the spread of his chi. The hat would pick up on it, and when it does the information would be sent back to Cole, for his disruptors to do its job. If possible it would circle around Yoshida, though keeping it's distance after the strike attempt. This was all plausible and likely considering that Yoshida's freetime to "prep" would happen whilst he assumed Cole would "ignorantly roam the city" but now, he's on his ass. This would shift the timeline in a way that would cause the confrontation of the two men to happen before Yoshida's attempted assault.

Speaking of ass, Cole's spiritual ass would take his own set of actions, separating from cole in an attempt to flank and run behind the azure being.


❝An earthquake achieves what the law promises, but døes nøt in practice maintain, the equality of all men… I'm basically saying I'm cøøler. 🤓❞

His seismic sense,would come in handy, his energy being spread far throughout the ground with each step the boy took, he would pick up on the vibrations throughout the ground, his mind was specially adapted to copy the vibrations and form them into images that he could easily perceive, capable of picking up vibrations of even the smallest far away objects, and producing exact visual copies for his mind to break down. He was able to filter out meaningless vibrations, focusing on unusual patterns, o4 anything he deemed to be an actual person. As long as it was solid and connected to the ground, the boy could sense it. The range of this perception was large, large enough to pick up on both the enemies and their spaceship. As he ran, bits of the ground would be torn apart, due to his 20 ton black timbs. The uprooted dirt, gravel, and occasional rock would follow the boy, creating an extremely large cloud of earthen material that followed behind.

The boy would decide to take offensive action. Using the mental map he had in his head through his earthbound sense, he was able to know the whereabouts of this azure nigga. Keep in mind it would be impossible for the opposing individual to know of himself being sensed, as the ability is passive and feeds off of natural vibrations being sent throughout the ground. He would send his own energy back to the location of Yoshida, and then some. The Hakori energy of the boy was a mixture between his own chi, and the spiritual energy of Gaia. This energy allowed the boy to control all and any minerals, both in solid and liquid state, as well as mixtures, rocks, and compounds. This is only when his own energy makes contact with that of said material. Now, Hakori would traverse throughout the ground, arriving at its destination which was the ground beneath Yoshida. Violently vibrating the material beneath him as it seemingly crumbled, opening up into a large sinkhole dozens upon dozens of meters deep. The rock and other minerals that fell due to the opening of the sinkhole would then materialize into small blades, spinning around in a tornado like pattern, searching for the man which once stood. Cole would then stop, 50 meters from where Yoshida originally stood. Though the huge cloud kept going, embedded with Hakori energy it continued to travel, towards where the sinkhole would lay. His ass would be in the area as well, quite a quick fellow. It would halt, beginning to sit on the ground and exerting its own energy presence, one that is matched and synced with Cole himself.

The cowboy would then communicate with his buddy Sleepy, referring to the second enemy he had spotted. "Hey Sleepy take that nigga out!" He 'spoke' into his communicator, making sure to stay aware of his surroundings.

Vigilantly, the Sonkei watchmen tracked the whereabouts of the stranger, despite losing a few comrades from an array of earthen debris. This did, however, not stop them, as others soon took their place with ease, and fell into their respective ranks whilst taking note of the situation at hand, and preemptively evaded the debris there after, be it through sheer dexterity or a savage display of shielding themselves by utilizing their fallen brethren as cover; such is the life of the brutal Dragonkin. The erupting sound of their warhorns reverberated throughout the rainforest nevertheless, effectively alarming the residents of their beloved city and the two Xeroxians they entrust. Due to the sporadic change in the stranger’s actions, Yoshida would react accordingly, spurred to action once Crownsgrove watchmen began to fall from their branches ahead of him, only to lay limp upon the ground in motionless heaps. Almond-shaped eyes narrowed vehemently upon the murderer in the distance, the azure visage of his countenance growing exasperated; eyebrows furrowed, followed by a scowling expression exemplifying his apparent distaste for this stranger already. From the moment that the first of many fell to the ground lifelessly did Yoshida already complete his mantra, along with the previously mentioned preparations that fell into place after the stark effulgence initially permeated in the rainforest. Originally, he thought of unleashing a destructive array of shockwaves towards the stranger once they loomed closer, however, this act of mercy was thrown out of the window so to speak once first blood had been drawn, and in retaliation, sent forth the exact same bombardment of shockwaves previously intended once the impertinent scoundrel was no less than one-hundred meters away; he would not allow him to move any closer, portraying a protective demeanor for the remaining denizens of Crownsgrove. Here he stood, defying the advancing murderer to exact righteous judgement for his transgressions.

God Shattering Star

In the midst of advancing the foe had sent forth a projectile towards the general direction of Yoshida, whilst exuding a rather familiar vibration, “The device was capable of causing vibrations comparable to what Yoshida was suddenly able to do without any prep, this would in turn cause distortions and it's own propagations within the air.” The intention behind the vibrations were not known to the lavender-skinned Xeroxian, as it’s user’s mere desire proved to become completely ineffective, and in doing so thwarted his own scheme. Such a superfluous display of ignorance was disregarded by the Sapphire Star, as the vibrations permeated from the device fell into a similar wavelength to the Vagabond’s mantra that perpetually reverberated throughout the medium, as it has long before the boy’s arrival. In an attempt to explain this simply, sound is all about vibrations; sound itself is a type of energy made by vibrations. When an object vibrates, it causes movement in surrounding air molecules. These molecules bump into others near them, perpetuating the vibration to their neighbors, eventually creating a chain reaction. The chain reaction is what we call sound waves. The device from the boy’s hat created a sound wave with a vibration similar to the sound waves propagating through the heart of the rainforest, parented to the Monk’s influence. Sound waves often collide with one another, which leads to varying results dependent on the similarities and differences from both. In this instance, the closest sound wave to Yoshida traversed through the medium between himself and the opposing force, only to inevitably collide with one another. This interaction results in what is called a standing wave, which is where two identical waves move in opposite directions― Yoshida’s moving forward, it’s trajectory directed towards the individual whilst the latter’s trajectory is moving towards Yoshida. The resulting wave, or standing wave rather does not travel through space normally, or along a string even though, or because it is made of two oppositely traveling waves. Standing waves are also sinusoidal, like it’s two component waves, which then oscillate at the same frequency. This sine wave between them is continuous with it’s reverberations, albeit only suspended in a perpetual state or repetition, incapable of traveling from the bounds. To give an example of how this would be visualized, take a rubber band and stretch it between two fixed points―being the whole one-hundred meter distance between the two opposing figures, Yoshida and the boy― then displacing it’s center slightly, and releasing it so that it vibrates back and forth between the two extremes. This process will continue perpetually without halting, unlike how sound waves would usually cease their movement at a certain point once the molecules run out of energy. The Xeroxian’s Chi supplemented his surroundings, enriching the air he gained absolute control over, allowing their propagation to continue unabated as a steady supply of his own Chi maintained their sporadic movement indefinitely. Because of this, the stranger’s intentions to disrupt Yoshida’s influence were utterly prevented, made apparent by the device employed assisting the boy’s opponent rather than himself― a foolish mistake, one that could've been remedied if only the child understood the necessities. To challenge the Vociferous Xeroxian at his own game was merely suicide!

Furthermore, vibrations do distort the air, as mentioned previously with how the air molecules would bump into one another but this does not imply that vibrations are capable of stopping a shockwave, especially with how these pressure waves in particular are different from sound waves whereas the latter is made by a vibration that is transferred from one air molecule to the next, carrying the energy whilst slightly moving the air molecule itself only when it would bump into another to perpetuate the vibration until returning to its rightful place. Shockwaves on the other hand, are pressure waves which propagate at supersonic speeds and push on the surrounding air, compressing it. This, too, also is why the boy’s foolish attempt at stopping a shockwave ultimately failed, made apparent by hundreds of shockwaves traversing throughout the medium at speed of sound, effortlessly destroying the hat as the pressure waves would leave it in a useless crumpled mess that, too, was now trajected at its owner to run him through with the sharp metallic protrusions. This is, however, not the only assault that the poor lad would need to worry about, for hundreds of shockwaves, too, are quickly closing in on him, proving to be much faster than his hat was. The compressed air from the shockwaves is imbued with Yoshida’s Chi, and carries the energy made by the vibrations― sound. Because of this, the shockwaves themselves are not only a threat to one’s worldly body but also their own spirit, fully capable of disemboweling the kid’s soul with the combination of his comrade’s own attack that integrated itself throughout all of Yoshida’s rampant attacks. Similarly to how the punch of a mantis shrimp is so fast and energetic that it produces cavitation bubbles which collapse so violently that light is produced, energetic enough to approximate the temperature of the sun's surface for a brief moment so too would these shockwaves exhibit the same effect, albeit of a different process by the fluctuation of ether in the surrounding area reacting to Duran’s assault. This is exemplified by the etheric projection of draconic figures surrounding the shockwaves with maws unhinged, crimson flames billowing from their mouths agape. Sadly for the boy, his own comrade was quite literally cooked, as the moment he appeared did Duran’s atmospheric effect take place, and place an unspeakable amount of weight upon his body, similarly to how Atlas once held the skies upon his shoulders, which in turn prevented him from evading the attacks as he so eagerly wished, only to be battered by hundreds of pressure waves grinding his body into a fine like paste, and utterly disemboweling his soul to become dissonant ardor. This was easily accomplished by the Sapphire Star’s ethereal appendages that represented a portion of his Astral Body, performing omnidirectional feats as all six of these disjointed arms are unfettered by a mortal coil, and it’s design, allowing a pair to easily swivel around comfortably to jab the air in front of it like before to send forth shockwaves with unbridled ferocity. Of course, this task was made quite easily as Duran wasn’t too far away from Yoshida, who originally levitated above the lavender-skinned man before attempting to make way to the Cielos, only to be interrupted a few paces by these chuckle fucks.

Assuming that the boy may potentially survive the onslaught of events transpiring before him to execute his actions would still prove ineffective against Yoshida, simply because he is capable of walking across air, for it is his affinity and as such is made incredibly easy once his Chi is entwined with the medium. Furthermore, instead of falling into a supposed hole and being bombarded by a cloud of earthen debris would this, too, be shunned by the shockwaves effortlessly barreling through it, only to carry the debris with it as a means to return it to the one who called upon it, violently that is. As for the ass, or donkey, unless it isn’t a victim of the pressure waves too, would find itself potentially flanking around Yoshida, albeit in a rather unfortunate area, being Duran’s own area of effect, and fall under the Supernova’s jurisdiction then on, far from being a concern for the man. Yoshida’s voice reverberated throughout his midst, uncontested as it easily fell upon the ears of Crownsgrove’s citizens, tinged with concern for the innocent,

“Hide away inside of your homes! I will not let any more harm befall you!”

He felt as though he had already failed, as the lifeless bodies of guards laid upon the soil in his peripheral vision. He gritted his teeth, made apparent upon his countenance from his jaws clenching together tightly in a vain attempt to compose himself properly; emotions tugged at his heart strings. He felt nothing but anger directed to this incessant brat for slaughtering those innocent men, and now their children would grow up fatherless. That is...unless he relied on the Eogazurd within him, known as Pythios, the Allmother of Bhernia and the Dragon of Rebirth. However, this would be incredibly risky to do so in the midst of combat, but he could see their spirits already fleeting from their mangled bodies. Her benevolent presence bringing a sense of immense warmth throughout his body, rejuvenating himself whilst directing his anger accordingly into a solemn vow to exact divine justice upon the interloper. 

“I’m going to tear you limb from limb and beat you with your own severed legs!”

❝Ø𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 ø𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕ø𝚌𝚔 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝ø 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠ø𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 ø𝚛 𝚜ø𝚖𝚎.. 🗣❞

《Debunk.》
To say that the edgy man was able to complete his necessary prep in order to create shockwaves of the same caliber in this new timeline was idiotic, and illogical according to the foe's own words and course of action. In addition to this, the man's claim that Cole's defense would be ineffective was way outta the ballpark, here is why..

"In the midst of advancing the foe had sent forth a projectile towards the general direction of Yoshida, whilst exuding a rather familiar vibration, “The device was capable of causing vibrations comparable to what Yoshida was suddenly able to do without any prep, this would in turn cause distortions and it's own propagations within the air.” The intention behind the vibrations were not known to the lavender-skinned Xeroxian, as it’s user’s mere desire proved to become completely ineffective, and in doing so thwarted his own scheme. Such a superfluous display of ignorance was disregarded by the Sapphire Star, as the vibrations permeated from the device fell into a similar wavelength to the Vagabond’s mantra that perpetually reverberated throughout the medium, as it has long before the boy’s arrival."

To start, the vibrations were comparable in strength and overall level in destruction, not similar in how they vibrated, or in terms of frequency and wavelengths and would not be familiar to the opp. Also, the claim that the opponent's actions had been taking place long before the boy's arrival was false, and went against what the man himself had stated in a previous post.

"For whatever reason, the boy ignorantly explored around the city, carefully monitored by the watchmen who loomed above him, traversing across oceans of space by jumping from branch to branch, blowing their horns to pinpoint his exact locations with each and every moment that passed whilst Yoshida, who patiently waited accumulated a vast reservoir of ether by drawing it into his body from his surroundings, giving him such a lambent effect that he shone like the brightest star in the constellations."

This shows that Yoshida's original prep was under the condition that Cole had spent time ignorantly exploring the city, as the azure dork then took time to prep and draw in ether from his surroundings. However, as you know this was no longer the case. The hat, which was thrown before Cole STARTED to run, would have reached the man before he could finish out his prep.

"With his Chi circulating throughout the medium, wind currents carried it further throughout the rainforest, acting as an extension of himself thus allowing him to know exactly where the strange boy was as wind resistance occurs when wind currents traverse around solids, bodies even. It was in this moment that the boy found himself to be forty meters away from the Vagabond that a spectral barrage was unleashed violently, devastating the area in front of Yoshida and quite possibly the impudent stranger."

This claim is further backed here, as stated the chi was carried throughout the forest by wind currents, and at that moment his attack would have started when the boy was a mere 40 meters away. However this was no longer the case. Yoshida only granted a fraction of the time he had thought he had. To say he was able to carry out the same attack was nothing short of false.

As for the hat vs the shockwaves, if for some reason they were to meet.. the man's original debunk of Cole's actions were wrong. There would be no exact direct collision between the two forces. The hat was stated to be rotating as it moved. What this accessory was doing was propagating the air at a constant rate, pushing the air molecules out of the way of Yoshida's shock. The reason no shockwaves would be able to form is because all the air under the hat's influence would be pushed to the side, propagating away from the attempted buildup of air molecules Yoshida would need to create his shockwaves. Basically Yoshida had lost control of the air/medium. The air molecules would be scattered before Yoshida could create a shockwave. Imagine trying to push a bunch of marbels forward, whilst the marbels are already being scattered and pushed out of the way. The hat was also said to circle around, meaning his friend Sleepy would be saved in this situation as well. SuCh iGnoRance, tO thiNk oNe cOuld chAlleNge tHe foRce tHat wAs cOles hAt! The leGenDary hAt! GOd of aLl hAts!

All a shockwave is, is a wave that moves too fast for air molecules to get out of it's way. And as such the molecules build up and are propagated throughout the medium. In this situation, the air is already being pushed and scattered out of the way and as a result, no outside propagations and shockwaves can form within the hat's influence. Keep in mind that as mentioned earlier, the hat should reach Yoshida far before he had even finished prepping. This is merely a what if situation.


《Goodbye, Barney.》
As the opp stated no proper defense against the boy's hat, the metallic headwear would continue it's trajectory, making contact with the being as it's sharp blades and high frequency blades as well as fast rotation would easily cut through the man once known as Yoshida, killing him on the spot. Again, keep in mind the hat would be reaching the man long before he could ever finish his prep. The entrance would be his upper chest through the neck, splicing through his flesh and tearing through his organs as if they were jello. The disruptor on the hat would also pick up on any of the man's chi, that is if there was any. And send out its own frequency to disrupt the spiritual energy, causing the ether to destabilize. The cloud of dust mentioned in the last post would continue it's trajectory. Headed for Yoshida, however if he was already dead, which he most likely will be, the cloud dust will instead head for the hot-headed weeb known as Duran. His Hakori energy would also continue to spread, encompassing much of the forest as well as where Duran stood.

《Potential Defense.》
Now, if Sleepy’s shots had not already killed the man. The boy's ass had no "flesh"; it was a spiritual being, composed of his Hakori energy and earth. As for the claim that it would fall into the molten earth.. his ass was more than capable of controlling magma, as was the cowboy himself. It's just liquid earth, now, since the boy's Hakori Energy and seismic sense had already reached the area of Duran, he was able to use the energy to keep both his ass and his friend's dog above ground. He would manipulate the very ground said chains laid on to allow Cerberus to come forth. To say that the beast wasn't capable of breaking through said chains on his own after the fact that his owner said he could was pretty weird. But the boy would leave it to his friend. NiaArtieEther would begin to spread its own influence, as the ground slowly began to shake..The torrential flames headed for Ace would be met with a crucial end. The ground would simply flip itself where they stood, the flames suffocating due to a lack of oxygen and fuel as the earth closed in on it. That is, if the man lived long enough to carry out these flames in the first place.


《Prep.》
The boy would gather up his own chi, his cells producing the spiritual energy within his body. The fuel would then be transferred into the boy's metallic arm, powering it. An orange glow encompassing the prosthetic as it charged. The fight for control over this rainforest was beginning to turn in favor of the spec ops. At the same time his Hakori energy would continue to spread, this did not take much effort from Ace. Hakori was very simple, and the spread was passive.


《Attack》
The cowboy would pull out his 3 special sewing needles, needles he had picked up from a former one night stand. He would beam one needle forward, towards Kon, one to his left, and finally one to his right.