Ikazuchi Ikari

A Bolt of Electricity

The streetlights flickered as the air crackled with electricity. Sparks danced along the pavement where the new figure stood, his body surging with raw energy.

His golden-yellow eyes were intense, his spiky black hair standing even more on end from the static energy around him. He wore a jacket lined with lightning patterns, and the air around him felt heavy, charged.

Teshii smirked. "Well, damn. Looks like we've got a walking thunderstorm."

The figure scowled. "The hell did you just call me?"

Haruto sighed. "Great. He's hot-headed."

Moriya, watching silently, simply observed.

Hikaru stepped forward, trying to keep things civil. "I'm Hikaru Nozomi. These guys are Teshii, Haruto, and Moriya."

The electric warrior crossed his arms. "Ikazuchi Ikari."

Teshii raised an eyebrow. "And what exactly was that lightning stunt for?"

Ikazuchi smirked, crackling static between his fingertips. "I don't like people messing with my city."

Haruto crossed his arms. "So you just attack first and ask questions later?"

Ikazuchi shrugged. "Pretty much."

Before the tension could rise, Hikaru quickly stepped in. "Look, we're not here to fight you. That speedster was after us. Thanks for the assist, by the way."

Ikazuchi clicked his tongue. "Tch. Whatever. You guys aren't dead, so I guess it worked out."

Meanwhile, on a rooftop nearby, Velocity had been watching.

Another Elemental Warrior showing up?

Nope.

Not worth it.

Velocity smirked. "Guess I'll pick a fight some other day."

And just like that—they were gone.

Haruto's eyes followed the movement, his gaze sharpening. "He retreated."

Teshii rolled his shoulders. "Yeah, but something tells me they'll be back."

Moriya simply nodded in agreement.

Ikazuchi's Home

Ikazuchi led them through the city until they arrived at his home—a modern-style house, a mix of traditional Japanese architecture with modern electric panels lining the roof.

Inside, it was surprisingly messy, tools and mechanical parts scattered across the floor.

"Excuse the mess," Ikazuchi said, kicking aside a stray wrench. "I do my own repairs."

Hikaru looked around. "This place is… unique."

Teshii chuckled. "What, do you charge your house with your own electricity?"

Ikazuchi smirked. "You joke, but yeah. I do."

Haruto raised an eyebrow. "That… actually makes sense."

Ikazuchi flopped down on a couch, electricity crackling faintly around his fingers as he stretched. "Alright, you guys dragged me home. Now tell me what the hell this is about."

Teshii glanced at Hikaru. They couldn't just say they were part of the Order of the Elements—not yet.

Instead, Hikaru took a different approach. "We're looking for people… like you. People who can control the Elements."

Ikazuchi raised an eyebrow. "And?"

Hikaru hesitated. "We want to bring them together."

Ikazuchi narrowed his eyes, scanning the group. "Why?"

Teshii smirked. "Let's just say there are bigger things happening than you know."

Before Ikazuchi could press further—

A deep voice interrupted.

"You're wasting your time."

Enji Ikari

Standing in the doorway was a towering figure.

Ikazuchi's father.

Enji Ikari.

He was a broad-shouldered man with striking white hair, his presence commanding. His arms were crossed, and his sharp amber eyes held an unmistakable authority.

Lightning flickered faintly around his frame, a subtle but undeniable show of power.

Teshii let out a low whistle. "Well, damn. Now I see where he gets it from."

Ikazuchi scowled. "Old man, stay out of this."

Enji's gaze swept over the group, analyzing them carefully.

"You're looking for people like my son," Enji said, his voice calm but firm.

Teshii smirked. "Depends. Is he gonna say yes?"

Enji narrowed his eyes.

"Not while I'm still here."

The air in the room grew heavier.

And Hikaru had a bad feeling about what was coming next.