"Ah... Sora Makizushi..."
A soft gasp escaped Adrik's lips as he rubbed his finger on Sora's chest like a child. His finger rubbed all over his hard muscular body.
"Ow too bad I can't run... Tests on you... Heh~"
The door banged open. It was Victor, wearing normal clothes again. Adrik smirks and replies in a child like manner,
"Ah, Victory~ you've arrived-"
Victor, in aggression, grabs Adrik's wrist, electricity crackling around them
"The next fucking time you humiliate me infront of a woman or anyone when I'm down, I swear to god I don't give a damn SHIT if Nakamura does anything to me. I will fucking beat the shit outta you till you're begging for mercy... Got that!"
Adrik gives a sly smile and shrugs saying,
"If a next time does appear I'll just metamorphize you into a personal trophy... Hmm 'Victor Van Volt - a feisty man' or wait maybe your face would be pretty on the black market?"
Victor's eyes get dilated and he's mad. Stupid mad. He starts crushing Adrik's fingers, the electric aura around him crackling in density
"That's it you little shit! FUCK YOU!"
Adrik places his palm on Victor's stomach and grins.
"Two can play one game~"
The two commander were like bulls locking their horns except anyone could destroy the other at any moment.
Suddenly, Sora's body slowly sits up. The two commanders look back in fear. He looks around and sees the two on the verge of war and he also gets mad, fire emanating from his hands. Sora yells,
"Huh... Where am I... Who the hell! You guys still have me in some dungeon shit!? That's it's Abyssal fucking fla-".
Victor speed blitzed Sora, knocking him into a goodnight sleep. Victor dusted his hands and commented in a grin,
"Huh, I think I got stronger from the recovery..."
Adrik looked at Victor and the back at the hotly knocked out Sora and shrugs as if this was a natural occurrence.
Meanwhile in Harushi's dreamscape,
Harushi had just survived another round of brutal beating from his father. His Mitosis regeneration was starting to slow down due to lack of Senzai Energy in his reserves, his output falling down from the burnout. He was knelt down gasping for air relentlessly.
Akimoro had been using his Primal Bloom Art to use the currently active sun as photosynthesis for his energy resupply: a technique Harushi couldn't understand.
Akimoro extended his arms and thorny woody branches crawl out of his skin with occasional small leaves attached to the branches. The branches clasp around Harushi's throat and pulls Harushi up.
"I already wasted 19 years of my life with you. Doesn't matter. I can always make a new kid," Akimoro says mischievously his grip getting harder on Harushi's throat.
Harushi winces in pain on the verge of his throat collapsing on itself. He just let out a shuddering confident respond,
"Always knew you were a fuckin' piece of shit, dad,".
"And?"
Akimoro then strengths his grip harder and Harushi starts wincing again. His arms shake, his legs move forward and backwards. His face goes purple and his body starts to slow down...
Out of the blue, the thorns got cut in half, freeing Harushi making him fall down. Akimoro's eyes were shocked as he looked to his right and saw Ren, holding a dagger in his hands.
The dagger disappears in his hand and gets replaced by a handgun.
"Looks like we have a daddy issue in play eh?", Ren comments as he looks at Harushi fallen on the floor trying to gasp for air.
"You godamn right man... Let's show this fucker his place once and for all", Harushi says standing up, his knees bending a bit, his fists raised and branches growing under his feet.
Ren created a small machete and paired it with his handgun looking towards Akimoro.
Akimoro kept his smug expression looking ever so confident in his abilities.
"Let's go!"
All three of them move at speeds faster than the eye could perceive as the duo start clashing against Akimoro in a brutal furry of blades, vines, bullets and more. The platform created by Harushi granting them ever more lift up in the sky.
Meanwhile, at Hikaru's dreamscape,
"Take this!", Yukari screams ecstatically as she stabs the blade towards Hikaru who's on the icy ground.
Hikaru dodged, tilting his head and Yukari started stomping on him. Hikaru began rolling over his body continuously as Yukari's feet trampled behind him as if a hulk was trying to crush an ant.
Hikaru stabs his sword on the ground vertically and uses the momentum to lift himself up and defend himself from Yukari's blade pushing the clashed blade close to his face
Yukari's eyes deepen in darkness and sadism as she murmurs,
"What's wrong? You have one life left. Is your heart racing? Your breath is heavy. Your legs are shaking. Your chest is slashed, your left arm is incapacitated. You can barely hold a sword on your own now. Your Senzai... I can feel it getting fucking drained baby! And I'll enjoy every fucking second of seeing my little shit crawl in fear as he sees his big sister end his pathetic life!".
She presses her chest against his using the weight to make him fall down, but Hikaru stood his ground making sure he doesn't tumble otherwise he's dead.
"Watch out, lil bro!", Yukari giggles as she throws a punch with her free hand at Hikaru's waist.
Hikaru uses his injured left arm to take the hit as he gets slided back from the impulse. He was a bit off balance.
"I said. Watch. Out," Yukari screams in ecstacy, her body practically lunged at Hikaru, her katana dancing through the air.
"Shit... What's with this sudden bashfulness?", Hikaru thinks to himself as he blocks the attack again, but this time his strength is withering. His Senzai output is burning out from the long battle.
Yukari grabs Hikaru's left shoulder picking the cloth from the jacket under her hands and twirls using her strength to make Hikaru go flying crashing into the building. A small patch rips off his jacket.
Within seconds Yukari had dominated Hikaru using her words as discouragement for poor little Hikaru. She smirked. Proud of herself as if she created an art.
Hikaru laid in the crashed building wall, some steam coming off the heat of the impact and his head was down. He was exhausted. His mouth was bleeding and he couldn't any longer build up the courage to fight back. His eyes becoming glossy as he looks at the ground feeling ashamed of himself. He was going to die. This is it. All three lives gone. His eyes shutting down.
"If you practice the sword like that, maybe someday you could join the Agency and we will be two siblings altogether!"
Those words rung through Hikaru's head. It was his sister's. But he couldn't understand when she said that. But he knew this was his real sister. Not some fraud killing him right infront.
Suddenly, Hikaru wakes up in a deeper subconscious, probably a state away from the Dreamweaver's Den. The area was just grassy spring fields with the sky clear as the day. He didn't feel any injuries and he had his sword in his hand. He had just finished training with his sword.
"You know... I miss you, bro...", Yukari says pouting.
Hikaru looks back and sees his sister, but in a western attire. Probably the attire she's wearing as an Agent nowadays. But he was still in his teenage body.
Yukari puts her hand on his shoulder.
"Silly goose! Don't just die on us like that! I'm missing you... Hisachi is missing you too... and your dear friend Harushi will be devastated," Yukari says hugging Hikaru, bending her knees abit to nuzzle into his neck.
"You're a strong kid, bro... Don't die a pathetic death to my clone... Die with a smile on your face when you've saved everyone," Yukari continues cupping Hikaru's lush cheeks.
The subconsciousness fades with Yukari's pure innocent smile.
At the same time, the Yukari in Dreamweaver's dreamscape approached Hikaru with disgust and contempt. She raised her katana ready to decapitate the boy.
"Sayonara...", Yukari says nonchalantly.
The katana swung but Hikaru wasn't there. Yukari felt wetness in her left hand and suddenly her eyes dilated. Her hand was cut off. The blood was seeping into her kimono. A chill went down her spine as she slowly turned around and saw Hikaru's back facing her in the distance.
His jacket flew with the wind, only his body holding the jacket back. His sword stained with Yukari's blood. His back emanating steam. Hikaru turned a bit, giving a brief side eye and suddenly looked back. His eye had a steely look, no more regrets, no more complaints. There was just his expressionless face.
The Senzai output started returning back into Hikaru and at the same time his output started increasing higher than before. He still had a ton in gas as his reserve so it didn't matter.
Hikaru turned his swords away from his body holding it with his right hand only. His body tilted slightly to focus and let his incapacitated arm hide back. His jacket flew with the wind and his eyes had a cold blooded killer look. Yukari simply looked nervously. Her blue eyes trying to find an answer to what the hell just happened. [OFFICAL CHARACTER ART, OPEN THE IMAGE IN THIS PARAGRAPH]
Suddenly, Hikaru's blood stops bleeding and the Frost Art starts temporarily covering the cuts and wounds to keep blood loss minimal. The blood pressure decreased at the spots where the blood was flowing from the coldness and the pressure went elsewhere, his legs, his head and his right arm holding the weapon.
"You're dead," Hikaru says calmly as he gets ready to charge up at Yukari.
Chapter 27, end