Merciful, Isnt The Adam.

Kyotani's fury transformed into a whirlwind of motion as he grabbed the crime leader and dragged him through the city at blinding speed. Buildings and streets blurred past as Kyotani dashed through the urban landscape, his grip like iron on the man's collar. Spectators barely had time to register their passage, their gasps of shock lost in the wake of Kyotani's rapid movements. 

With each flash of speed, Kyotani maneuvered the criminal up walls and across rooftops, the man's body crashing against surfaces with brutal force. Yet, amidst the chaos, a troubling realization began to dawn on Kyotani. The crime leader was not merely enduring the punishment—he was adapting. Each time Kyotani inflicted a wound, the man's movements grew sharper, his reactions quicker.

Kyotani's eyes narrowed as he observed this unsettling development. What had initially seemed like an easy victory was turning into a far more complex challenge. The criminal's ability to learn and adapt at such a rapid pace was unprecedented, hinting at a deeper, more dangerous skill set.

Despite the increasing difficulty, Kyotani did not relent. He altered his approach, testing the man's limits with a series of unpredictable maneuvers. He darted across the city's skyline, dragging his opponent through a gauntlet of obstacles designed to test even the most seasoned fighters. Yet, with each twist and turn, the criminal matched Kyotani's pace, growing faster and more resilient. The crowd below watched in a mixture of awe and trepidation as the battle unfolded above them. They saw only the flashes of movement, the blur of bodies, and the aftermath of Kyotani's relentless assault. Yet, in the heart of the storm, Kyotani recognized the mounting challenge before him and steeled himself for the fight ahead, determined to overcome this quickly. Kyotani's relentless assault was abruptly halted as the crime leader fought back with astonishing force. The man's counterattack was swift and devastating. One punch landed squarely on Kyotani's chest, the sheer impact reverberating through his entire body like an earthquake. The ground beneath them cracked and splintered from the blow, sending shockwaves through the air and causing nearby buildings to shudder, windows rattling violently.

Kyotani staggered, momentarily dazed by the incredible power behind the hit. He had grossly underestimated his opponent's strength and adaptability. The crime leader's eyes gleamed with a newfound confidence, his movements now fluid and precise, eerily mirroring Kyotani's own techniques with an unsettling accuracy.

Gritting his teeth, Kyotani quickly regained his footing, his mind racing to reassess the situation. He could sense the man's energy and skill escalating with each passing second. The crime leader's ability to learn and counter his moves was extraordinary, turning every moment of their fight into a high-stakes dance of life and death.

As they resumed their battle, the air crackled with tension, the sound of their clashes resonating through the city like thunder. Each punch and kick was delivered with surgical precision and unyielding intensity, pushing the limits of their endurance and skill. The cityscape around them bore the marks of their fierce conflict—shattered tiles, fractured walls, and splintered wood littered their path. Kyotani's encounter with the crime leader had left him shaken but determined. As he retreated to regroup with Jinghai and the others, he felt the weight of every step, his muscles protesting from the recent battle. Jinghai, matching Kyotani's pace effortlessly, was a stark contrast in their approach—where Kyotani wielded raw physical power, Jinghai's finesse with his blades was a deadly dance of precision.

Together, they navigated the bustling streets, weaving through crowds and dodging obstacles with practiced ease. The cityscape blurred around them, a symphony of colors and sounds as they raced towards their quarry. Kyotani could feel his heartbeat thundering in his ears, the adrenaline pumping through his veins as he anticipated the next confrontation.

It was in this charged atmosphere that Kyotani's latent abilities surged to life. The adrenaline unleashed his fire capabilities, igniting a burning sensation that spread through his body. He could feel the fire coursing through his veins, strengthening his muscles and fortifying his resolve. His skin took on a hardened texture, providing a protective layer against the impending clash.

Perched on a skyscraper rooftop, Kyotani caught his breath, his chest rising and falling with each intake of air. The city sprawled beneath him, its lights twinkling in the gathering dusk. His gaze was fixed on Jinghai, a silent understanding passing between them as they prepared for the final showdown. With unwavering focus, Kyotani steeled himself for the inevitable confrontation, knowing that every second counted in their race against time and their formidable adversary below. 

Spark.  -

Kyotani's breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, echoing against the backdrop of the city's ambient noises. The sparks of red lightning crackled with an electric intensity, casting eerie shadows on his face as his hands trembled with raw power. The air around him seemed to vibrate with the force of his unleashed abilities, each surge of energy leaving his palms tinged with a searing burn that marked his connection to the elemental forces coursing through him.

In the depths of his psyche, a hidden wellspring of psychotic rage and intense hatred surged forth, driving his adrenaline to new heights. It fueled his every movement, lending an almost frenzied edge to his focus. With a sudden burst of determination, Kyotani shed his tang jacket, revealing a muscular yet lean physique etched with the scars of countless battles. Each mark told a story of resilience and survival, a testament to his unwavering resolve in the face of adversity.

His arms, adorned with deeper scars that spoke of past conflicts, bore witness to his journey of strength and endurance. With meticulous precision, he tightened his waist belt, the gesture a ritualistic preparation for the impending confrontation. As he concentrated his fire and power, he did not merely gather strength in his fists but imbued his entire being with an elemental force. The flames swirled around him, their radiant heat forming a protective aura that shimmered in the fading light of the setting sun.

Kyotani's eyes blazed with an intense focus, their depths reflecting a resolve as unyielding as steel. He stood poised on the rooftop, the cityscape sprawling beneath him like a vast canvas of opportunity and danger. Below, Jinghai pursued their elusive foe with equal determination, their unspoken unity palpable in the charged atmosphere. In that fleeting moment of calm before the storm, Kyotani embraced the full extent of his power, ready to unleash it in a decisive strike that would shape the outcome of their relentless pursuit.

" BEGONE. "

Kyotani's relentless fury surged through his veins, propelling him like a human missile toward the cloaked man. With each passing moment, his resolve intensified, driving him to unleash his pent-up rage with unparalleled force.

From the edge of the rooftop, Kyotani launched himself into the air with a primal roar. His body moved with lightning speed, one foot leading the charge while the other coiled back, ready to deliver a punishing blow. The cityscape blurred beneath him as he descended, the wind howling in his ears. In the split second before impact, Kyotani's mind sharpened to a singular focus. He could feel the weight of his fury channeling into his clenched fist, poised to strike with devastating power. The ground below quivered in anticipation, unable to brace itself for what was about to unfold.

With a thunderous crash, Kyotani's fist connected with the cloaked man's face. The sheer kinetic force unleashed in that moment sent shockwaves rippling through the ground. A deafening boom reverberated through the air as the impact created a massive crater, steam rising from the scalding hot aftermath. The surrounding buildings trembled from the force of the blow, windows shattering and debris scattering in all directions. The district was left in disarray, a testament to the overwhelming power Kyotani had unleashed in his relentless pursuit. Kyotani's fury ebbed away as the dust settled, revealing the man he had struck. The impact had torn away the cloak that concealed him, revealing a figure Kyotani knew all too well—it was his own father.

The shock of seeing his father's form triggered a flood of memories, vivid and haunting. Kyotani's mind raced back to the relentless beatings, the harsh words, and the suffocating atmosphere of fear that had defined his early years. The trauma of his abusive past flooded back with overwhelming force, each memory sharp and painful as if etched into his very being.

Kyotani staggered back, his heart pounding in his chest. His hands trembled as he struggled to reconcile the sight of his father now with the memories of his brutal upbringing. The sudden resurgence of his past shook him to the core, leaving him paralyzed with a mix of fear, anger, and confusion. His breath came in ragged gasps as he fought to regain control, to push back the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. As he stood there, grappling with the complex emotions stirred by his father's unexpected appearance, Kyotani's resolve faltered. The fierce determination that had driven him moments ago now wavered in the face of this profound confrontation. His father's presence loomed large, a potent reminder of the pain and trauma that had shaped Kyotani's life—and the daunting challenge of confronting his past once and for all. 

Kyotani's father emerged from the dissipating debris, his once-hidden form now revealed in the aftermath of Kyotani's powerful strike. The man stood tall and formidable, his physique a testament to years of harsh living and resilience. His face bore the lines of age, weathered yet still carrying the hard edges of a man who had known struggle and adversity. As his eyes met Kyotani's, there was a flicker of recognition buried deep within the weathered gaze. Memories of a turbulent past flashed between them, unspoken yet palpable in the charged atmosphere. Kyotani's father hesitated for a moment, taking in the sight of his son standing before him—grown and powerful, a stark contrast to the vulnerable child he once knew.

Beside Kyotani, Jinghai stood with an aura of quiet strength, a presence that did not go unnoticed by Kyotani's father. There was a subtle nod of acknowledgment, a silent recognition of Jinghai's presence and the role he now played in Kyotani's life.

The air crackled with tension as Kyotani's father took a tentative step forward, his voice gravelly with emotion. 

"Kyotani," 

he began, his words heavy with the weight of years gone by. 

"I see you've become strong as well, even a little relative to me, jinghai. "

 His gaze shifted briefly to Jinghai before returning to Kyotani, a mixture of pride and regret etched on his face. Kyotani's voice reverberated through the shattered remnants of the district, each syllable laden with a lifetime of anguish and resentment. His words cut through the smoke and debris like a knife, carrying with them the weight of years spent nursing wounds that refused to heal.

"Piece Of Shit!" 

Kyotani's voice boomed, a primal roar of fury that echoed off the walls of nearby buildings. His chest rose and fell with the intensity of his rage, every muscle in his body tense with pent-up emotion. Eyes blazing with a mixture of hatred and disbelief, he locked onto his father's figure, standing amidst the chaos like a specter from a past he had tried desperately to forget.

His father stood in stoic silence, weathered features etched with lines that spoke of battles fought and scars earned. His gaze, weathered and inscrutable, met Kyotani's with a mix of resignation and remorse. The air crackled with tension, thick with unspoken words and the weight of years of fractured familial bonds.

Jinghai stood beside Kyotani, a steadfast presence amidst the turmoil, his expression betraying nothing of the storm raging within. He observed the confrontation with a calm detachment, understanding the gravity of the moment but respecting Kyotani's need to confront his past.

In that fragmented moment, amidst the ruins of what once was, the echoes of old wounds and deep-seated grievances collided, threatening to unravel the fragile peace they had fought so hard to maintain.

" You're So Worthless….."

" I'LL FUCKING SLAUGHTER YOU. "