Katsu's breathing was ragged. His body screamed at him to stop, but he forced himself to stay on his feet. His flames burned brighter than ever, flickering wildly, uncontrolled. Every fiber of his being was on fire—not just his power, but his muscles, his lungs, his very core.
Reznor wiped a bit of blood from his chin, smirking. "Not bad, kid. But you're running out of gas."
Katsu clenched his fists. He knew it too. His body wasn't used to handling this much fire at once. He was pushing himself beyond his limit—and it was starting to tear him apart.
But he had to win.
One more hit.
Katsu took a deep breath. The flames around him roared, rising even higher. His entire body burned like a living inferno. He charged forward, each step scorching the ground beneath him.
Reznor grinned. "Still got fight in you? Alright then—"
Katsu vanished in a burst of fire.
Reznor's eyes widened—too fast!
Katsu appeared in front of him, twisting his entire body into a devastating punch. His flames concentrated into his fist, a blazing mass of heat and power.
"TAKE THIS!"
The punch connected.
A massive explosion of fire erupted outward, shaking the entire forest. Trees bent from the shockwave, leaves disintegrated in the heat. The ground cracked beneath them.
Simon, standing at a distance, whistled. "Damn."
The flames slowly died down. Smoke and embers filled the air.
Katsu stood there, panting heavily. His vision blurred. His arms felt like lead.
Reznor staggered back, coughing. His clothes were scorched, burns marked his skin—but he was still standing.
Katsu's eyes widened in disbelief.
Reznor grinned through the pain. "That was your last shot, wasn't it?"
Katsu's flames flickered. His body refused to move.
Reznor exhaled. "Nice try, kid."
Then he raised his hand—CLAP!
The sonic blast struck Katsu point-blank.
His entire body shut down. The last embers of his fire sputtered out. His knees buckled.
And then—darkness.
Katsu collapsed.
Simon, watching from a distance, exhaled slowly. His expression was unreadable as he walked forward.
Reznor wiped his forehead, sighing. "Damn. Kid almost got me." He looked down at Katsu. "Guess that's that."
Before he could turn away—
A gust of wind.
Reznor barely processed it before—
CRACK!
Simon's fist caved in his skull.
Reznor didn't even scream. He was dead before he hit the ground.
Simon stood over his body, expression neutral. He knelt, scooping Katsu up effortlessly, glancing at the unconscious fire-wielder.
"Not bad, kid," he muttered. "Not bad at all."
Then, without another word, he walked away, carrying Katsu with him.
To Be Continued…