Chapter 7: "Bleedingstar vs Hands Only"
Chapter 7: "Bleedingstar vs Hands Only"
The assassin twitched beneath the shattered floorboards—blood bubbling from her lips, spine mangled, limbs folded in ways no human body should.
DMK stood over her like a child admiring a broken toy.
He tilted his head. Eyes wide. Smile twitching.
"This…" he muttered, voice doubling with echo, "...this fucking sucks."
He dropped to a crouch, placing his tiny hand on her shattered chest."Where's the strong?" His smile faded. "You are weak."
In one, smooth, disturbingly fast motion—
CRACK!
His heel drove straight into her face, caving in bone and skull with a sickening crunch. Blood sprayed across the barn walls, streaking like dark brushstrokes on rotten wood.
Her head popped off the neck, rolling like a ball across the dirt, trailing crimson.
It spun… and stopped at Haku's feet.
He didn't blink.
He simply stepped forward—
CRUNCH.
Her skull caved beneath his boot like wet clay.
"…You done?" Haku asked.
DMK licked the blood off his knuckles. "You gonna cry about your little friend, old man?"
Haku exhaled slowly, nostrils flaring.
He reached to his side, fingers closing around the hilt of a weathered cutlass. The blade pulsed faintly—deep red veins running along blackened steel. Its edge looked like it had been dipped in blood centuries ago and never washed clean.
The moment it left the scabbard—
BOOM.
The wind split. A pressure wave rolled across the barn, shaking the rafters. Horses outside panicked, kicking wildly in their stalls.
DMK stood motionless, eyes narrowing. For the first time, his grin faded just a little.
Haku's voice dropped to a growl:
"Bleedingstar."
His arms began to glow—flesh turning crimson, veins bulging with glowing energy. The saber in his hand pulsed with the same violent rhythm, dripping red light like blood hitting water.
🩸 Color: Red — Strong will. Inner rage. Protective nature.
The barn door slammed shut behind them as if the world itself knew:This wasn't a fight.This was war.
DMK vs Haku
DMK vanished.
A blink. A flicker.
He was already behind Haku.
Two fists lunged at Haku's back—his Free Swings.
But Haku moved with the grace of a veteran killer.
CLANG!
Steel met skin—but it wasn't skin anymore. Haku blocked with his bare arm, the Bleedingstar Technique hardening his body like sacred metal.
The first hit was absorbed.
The second?
He caught DMK's wrist mid-air.
"You've got power," Haku muttered, "but you ain't got control."
He yanked DMK forward and headbutted him with earth-shattering force.
BANG.
DMK's body flipped mid-air, cracking through wooden pillars. Blood smeared across his lip—but he was laughing again.
"You're gonna die slow," DMK giggled. "And I'm gonna enjoy every second of it."
He landed on one foot. No stance. No form. Just chaos.
They collided again.
Steel vs skin.
Child vs legend.
Each blow was a shockwave. The barn began collapsing from the sheer force of their strikes. Boards snapped. Dust rose. Beams crashed down.
The Eye of the Storm
Outside, the sky turned gray. Birds fled. Even the wind dared not speak.
Inside, DMK's body flickered with black energy. The curse inside him began to pulse. His child-form seemed to shimmer—almost as if something darker was trying to crawl out.
Haku noticed it.
He narrowed his eyes.
"That thing inside you… it's not you."
DMK's smile dropped.
"I am me."
Another punch.
Another block.
They stood inches apart, fists locked.
Their voices lowered to a whisper.
Haku: "Kaito's still in there. I can feel it."
DMK: "He's gone. I buried him myself."
Haku: "Then I'll dig him out… over your corpse."
Final Clash (for now)
Haku roared and unleashed a Bleedingstar Slash, an arc of red energy that carved through the entire barn.
DMK backflipped, dodging by inches, hair singed by the heat. He landed crouched, feral, eyes glowing.
Their shadows danced on burning walls.
Haku pointed his saber.
"Round two," he said.
DMK cracked his neck.
"Bet."
They rushed each other—
And the chapter cuts to black.