The Genesis Continue!

The monumental clash between Ruhabayo and Jonathan Jeffery occurred roughly 800 years ago, yet this titanic battle somehow slipped through the annals of history and faded into obscurity. Many historians have tirelessly endeavoured to piece together the fragments of this momentous event, but their efforts were stymied by a paucity of sources. The most reliable account, sealed within a hidden chamber of the Union of Nations' HQ, remains inaccessible to the public. Consequently, the tales and legends that survive are but a distorted reflection of the truth.

Following this epic confrontation, the once-mighty Ruhabayo, the venerable Jeffery family, and the cherished freedom of the world were shattered beyond repair. The remnants of society were subjugated, with free will extinguished for all but a select few—the Grands and a handful of Emperors. These elites imposed their victor's philosophy upon the masses, compelling them to submit and follow without question. It felt as though the world teetered on the brink of annihilation, its future hanging by a thread.

However, the true end of the golden era had come long before this clash, when supernatural abilities were first introduced. The very fabric of history was altered, and what had once been an age of enlightenment and prosperity was irrevocably transformed. The echoes of that fateful battle still reverberate through the ages, a testament to the lost history of a world forever changed by the mighty clash between Ruhabayo and Jonathan Jeffery.

"This gives me the utmost pleasure!" Jonathan exclaimed, deftly parrying Ruhabayo's relentless slashes. "I've always craved stronger adversaries and more complex battles. None have quenched my thirst for action like this. Yet, it saddens me that this cannot last forever," he added, his voice tinged with a mix of despair and bitterness.

"Am I that special to you, Jonathan?" Ruhabayo taunted, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, it matters not, for I am resolved to end you!" With a flourish, Ruhabayo readied his sword for its next devastating form, declaring with a thunderous voice:

"Sword of Justice: Second Form—Old Justice!"

The transformation was unlike any other. As the Sword of Justice shifted to its Second Form, "Old Justice," it absorbed all the aura released during its awakening. While the First Form was designed for ordinary slashes, the Second Form ascended to a new level, launching solidified aura darts toward its target. These formidable projectiles, known as Justice Darts, had the power to halt an opponent in their tracks, but only if the darts made contact with the opponent or their weapon.

Ruhabayo's lips curled into a malicious smile, victory seemingly within his grasp. "Dodge these, Jonathan!" he taunted. In his mind, he mused, "These darts are too easy for Jonathan to evade. I must make it more challenging. After all, the true strength of an Areta lies in the bond that each form shares. Every form is interconnected, leading to the ultimate form that is destined to vanquish the enemy. But this bond can also be a curse, especially since my opponent wields the twin of my ARETAAA!"

"Ruhabayo, I believe you're overestimating yourself, which I detest the most. Those who underestimate me fuel my fury," Jonathan began calmly, his voice rising with rage at the end.

"Shoot!" Ruhabayo commanded, unleashing his darts.

Jonathan, as Ruhabayo anticipated, effortlessly dodged the initial barrage of darts. His movements were fluid and precise, each dodge a seamless dance of agility. He began chanting for his next attack, only to be abruptly interrupted. Ruhabayo growled, "What about another series of these Justice Darts? It might bore you, but believe me, this time you'll be thrilled by the new avatar of my Justice Darts."

Jonathan's eyes narrowed in determination. "Huh, bring it on!" he retorted, confident in his ability to evade the darts once more. As Ruhabayo launched the second wave, Jonathan's body moved with lightning speed, twisting and turning with grace. He weaved between the projectiles, his movements a blur of motion as he dodged each dart with unerring precision. 

"Where's the difference, you fool, Ruhabayo?" Jonathan spat out aggressively.

"The difference, you ask?" Ruhabayo began, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "The difference is that the darts you dodged are now homing in on you. They're coming right back at you."

"HUH!!" Jonathan's eyes widened in panic. Thoughts raced through his mind, "Why does Ruhabayo always manage to get under my skin? But I have no time to waste on that now. What can I do? I only have a second or two to react. I have no choice but to use my second attack. But how can I summon it amid this chaos?" With mere moments to spare, Jonathan faced an agonizing decision—a decision that could mean the difference between life and death. He knew he had to summon his next attack without a chant, a risky but potentially devastating move.

As the deadly Justice Darts closed in, Jonathan's body tensed. He steeled himself for the daring Manoeuvre. Would he risk everything to unleash a powerful counterattack, or would he succumb to the relentless assault of Ruhabayo's darts? The fate of the battle hung in the balance.

Jonathan made his decision and took a deep breath, announcing without any chant:

"Sword of Injustice: Second Form—Distorted Past!"

The sword began to hum, drawing in all the dust particles from the atmosphere around it. But, without the proper chant to guide the energy, the projectiles that were meant to be formed aggregated chaotically and then exploded with a resounding boom. The explosion was both magnificent and terrifying, sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield. The blast obliterated all of Ruhabayo's Justice Darts, saving Jonathan from immediate peril. However, the explosion also created an invisible barrier around the open field where the two superhumans were locked in combat. This barrier ensured that no interference could penetrate their duel—neither from within nor from the outside.

The Sword of Injustice's second form, "Distorted Past," was remarkably similar to the Sword of Justice's second form. In its intended execution, the sword would have siphoned all the dust-like particles from the surroundings, forging small, shield-like projectiles known as Timeless Stones. When these stones came into contact with someone, they would be transported to a different domain, typically the past, for two minutes. In most cases, the person would be teleported to their past to make a change that could alter their future.

But in this chaotic moment, the explosion had scattered the dust in all directions, coming into contact with both Jonathan and Ruhabayo. The air crackled with energy, and a swirling vortex began to form around them. Jonathan's mind raced with possibilities. Could they both be hurtling back in time? And if so, whose past would they find themselves in?

As the vortex enveloped them, Jonathan braced himself for the unknown. The battlefield faded away, and the world around them shifted into a blur of memories and time. The question remained: in whose past would they land, and what secrets would it unveil?

[To be continued in Chapter 27]