Chapter 8: "The Last Chapter"
Chapter 8: "The Ways of a True Legend"
DMK snarled.
He dropped to all fours like a beast out of hell. His limbs bent wrong, back arched, hair whipping in the wind like a feral dog caught in a thunderstorm.
Each breath dragged from his chest like fire — visible in the cold night air. He wasn't smiling anymore.
His breath fogged.
His limbs twitched.
He moved not with ego, but with burden.
Like a lost pup who didn't belong.
The Demon and the Legend
Across from him, Haku didn't flinch. His face was stone. His eyes were fire.
He didn't see a broken child.He saw a curse.A walking end-of-days.
"This ain't about saving you," Haku growled."This is about exiling the demon you let in."
He sprinted.
They clashed.
Steel screamed. Fists cracked ribs. Blood misted the air.
CRASH!
They collided mid-air, landing in spirals of dust and shattered wood. DMK swiped, but Haku dodged. Haku slashed, but DMK flipped.
It wasn't clean anymore.
It wasn't a show.
It was survival.
They leapt back at the same time, bodies heaving.
DMK staggered.
His arm hung limp — broken.
Blood dripped from his lip. One eye swollen shut.
His shirt shredded. Pants torn. One shoe missing, the other burning ash.
His breathing was heavy.
Panicked.
The Last Stand of Haku
Haku stood across from him, perfectly upright. No wounds. No bruises.
But…
His shoulders slumped.
His sword trembled slightly.
He was from the Legendary Era — one of the last gods of war still breathing.
But farming had dulled his edge. His body, once forged from battle, had been left to rust under the sun.
Still—
His soul hadn't aged a day.
He raised his cutlass.
And then…
The Bleedingstar spread.
Not just his arms. Not just the blade.
His entire body ignited with the red glow of spiritual fire.
His veins pulsed. His scars lit like constellations.
He roared to the heavens:
"IMA SHOW YOU THE WAYS OF A TRUE LEGEND!!YOU PUNKS DON'T KNOW THE MEANING OF POWER!!!"
The ground cracked beneath his feet.
He swung the cutlass — just once.
FWOOM.
DMK's body was caught in the wave of force. No time to block. No time to react.
It hit like a god's judgment.
The Fall
Silence.
DMK stood, shaking—until he didn't.
His knees buckled.
He collapsed forward, hard.
Face-first in the dirt.
His form cracked like glass. The black energy dissolved into the wind.
What remained… was just Kaito.
His ponytail draped across his face.
His shirt gone. Jeans in tatters. His shoes…
Ash. Gone.
He lay motionless.
No twitch. No curse. Just… stillness.
Haku's End
Haku dropped to one knee.
Then the other.
Then backward—
Thud.
His back hit the soil of his own crops. The dirt hugged him like an old friend.
He stared at the sky, chest rising and falling in shallow waves.
His sword dropped from his fingers.
He smiled.
"I had a wonderful…"He coughed, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth."…life."
Memories blurred behind his eyes. War. Glory. Love. Loss. Farming. Peace.
"Guess… it's come to be the end, huh…?"
He chuckled softly.
Goodbye
Footsteps.
Gero sprinted toward him, eyes wide, tears already falling.
He dropped beside the old warrior and grabbed his hand.
"I know… I know…" Gero choked. "But you're too old to cry, you big dummy…"
Haku laughed weakly. "You talk too much."
"Be proud. Okay? Just… be proud, and keep Kaito company till your last beating breath."
Gero's voice cracked. "That boy… though corrupted… he's gonna make it."
"He'll be… a great swordsman… and… have all the ladies… and…"
The words stopped.
Haku's eyes never closed. They just stopped moving.
His final smile remained.
In Gero's arms… the legend of a past era passed quietly.
End of Chapter 8