The grand stadium hummed with the energy of thousands of spectators, their excitement palpable in the air. The massive screens displayed the dazzling promotional graphics of the upcoming tournament battle, highlighting the Avenge Guild’s renowned champions and their underdog opponents, the Black Star Dojo. Among the throngs of fans, one man sat alone, his intense gaze fixed on the screen. His name was Rain, and he was not of this world.
Rain’s eyes followed every flicker of movement on the screen. He wasn’t merely watching; he was absorbing, analyzing, and strategizing. The competitors were more than just martial artists; they were ki warriors, capable of wielding their internal energy to perform feats of immense power. The battle about to unfold was not just a spectacle; it was a critical study session for Rain.
As the booming voice of the announcer, aptly named “The Boom,” echoed through the stadium, Rain’s mind drifted to memories of the past. Hurricane Cherry, a key player from the Black Star Dojo, appeared on the screen. She had once been a significant part of his life. They had trained together, and their relationship had been both intimate and competitive. Seeing her now, standing strong among the elite, filled Rain with a mixture of pride and regret.
“She’s grown so powerful,” Rain thought, admiring her transformation. “Back then, I never would have imagined she’d reach this level.”
The Boom’s counterpart, a slender and passionate announcer with the enthusiasm of a YouTube streamer, chimed in, his voice contrasting sharply with The Boom’s gruff pessimism. Together, they hyped the crowd, discussing the strengths and weaknesses of each competitor with fervor.
Rain’s attention was pulled back to the screen as the tournament showrunners activated a colossal prism at the center of the arena, known as The Tower. This device transported the competitors to various worlds via Dungeon Gates—portals created by the Tenkai City Guild to access dimensions invaded by ki bloods, malevolent entities seeking to harness the power of Earth. They are then ranked by their energy the ki they produce typically they are reserved by different sponsors or dojos to allow player teams to liberate, loot, and defend.
As the screen displayed the faces of the contestants, Rain notices that all the players are wearing similar uniforms called combat gis. Form fitting light-weight military armor fashioned like gis. It’s said that the combat gear is typically to enhance the connection between the players and their respective skill trees. So they reflect their respective legend’s culture. So different players’ combat gis vary in design. The avenge guild is wearing navy blue and white while the black star dojos colors are black on black with white accents. Rain’s attention was drawn to a familiar figure: Camilla. She stood out from the other competitors, for Rain because she didn’t wear pants her form now accentuated by a flowing cape. Rain couldn’t help but remember their recent run in with a chuckle.
The crowd roared as the prism’s light enveloped the stage, transporting the players to an ancient, ice-covered world. The stark, barren landscape was a harsh contrast to the vibrant energy of the stadium.
Rain couldn’t help but feel a pang of relief that he wasn’t the one fighting in such a desolate, freezing environment. He watched as the camera panned over the roaring crowd back on Earth, then zoomed in on the Avenge Guild’s players, each one exuding confidence and determination.
The Boom introduced the Avenge Guild, superstars revered as heroes. “And here they are, the heroes of the hour!” Their leader, Freedom Lucas, a soldier-turned-savior, stood tall and focused. His team consisted of Camilla, a fierce axe-wielding warrior aka Thor’s waifu. The A Tank, a hulking behemoth renowned for his unparalleled strength; and Cumulus, a martial artist from Geno with mystical powers derived from a sacred orb.” The Boom’s introductions were met with deafening cheers.
“On the other side, we have the Black Star Dojo, led by the legendary Streets. Despite their reduced numbers, they’re here to prove themselves!”
The Boom continued, his tone more critical. “The Black Star Dojo has seen better days. Several of their players left, and they’re entering this tournament against all odds. But don’t count them out just yet!”
Their opponents, the Black Star Dojo, were led by the reclusive veteran, Streets. Streets, a strong mature black man with a relaxed demeanor, stepped forward, yawning as he did so. His calm confidence was tinged with the weary aura of a burnout—dark bags under his eyes revealing the telltale signs of sleep deprivation. Yet, there was something undeniably formidable about him, a lingering power that couldn’t be ignored. Beside him, Hurricane Cherry stood out like a bolt of neon in the night. Her pink hair and schoolgirl outfit were a stark contrast to the ferocious energy she exuded, an excited glint in her eye.
“Avenge Guild!” Freedom Lucas shouted, his voice carrying across the arena. “If we’re the heroes we think we are, we’re finishing this whole tournament ASAP. We’re finishing this team… now.”
As the battle commenced, Rain watched with bated breath. Hurricane Cherry leaped into the ring with a grin, taking a tai chi stance that belied her erratic energy. Her ki began to swirl around her, shimmering with a chaotic, almost frenzied aura. The Avenge Guild responded by pooling their ki, a perfectly synchronized display of elemental power that dwarfed Cherry’s efforts.
Streets briefly gripped Hurricane Cherry’s shoulder, a gesture of appreciation, before trudging forward with the same sleepy nonchalance. But as he moved, his ki ignited, manifesting as intense red flames that erupted from his body. The heat radiated off him in waves, the arena vibrating with his power. For a split second, the entire stadium was enveloped in a blinding flash of lightning. Streets’ fighting stance shifted, his movements suddenly infused with a confident, almost playful bounce, as if he were toying with his opponents.
The ground trembled as Freedom Lucas countered with a barrier of energy from his gun, protecting his team from the onslaught of ki. But the pressure from Streets’ relentless attack pushed them back. Cumulus reacted quickly, using a massive gust of wind to scatter her team to safety.
Streets stopped his charge, his eyes narrowing as he waited for the next move. The two forces collided with a brilliant explosion of light and sound, the battle escalating into a whirlwind of devastating techniques. All the while, Hurricane Cherry darted around the battlefield with erratic, unpredictable movements, her manic laughter echoing across the icy landscape as she unleashed her own flurry of chaotic attacks.
Freedom Lucas dropped the gun and their eyes met. Streets’ expression essentially challenging the warrior to duel. Freedom Lucas’ face becomes a cold scowl “I’ll face him… He’s not like his father. Xengen was a legend. A REAL hero. One I aspire to be myself. As much as you used to fight we know your only motivation for years has been money. We lost the best parts of you to a dollar.” he says through gritted teeth. Streets replies with a tired sigh “I’m not my father Lucas. My father died saving the world. I live for fate whatever that may be. Good or bad.” Streets is rushed by Lucas with a charging technique. Tuskegee technique- Star charge
Freedom Lucas rushed Streets head on, their clash reminiscent of legendary duels.. Their fists moved with lightning speed, creating shockwaves that echoed across the icy expanse.
Pushing one another harder and harder While sliding on the ground. As if two gatling guns were facing off against one another. Their fists clashed creating an explosion. Knocking them both back. The two players dashed at one another again knocking one another every direction. Lucas is on the losing side and running out of energy. Streets goes for a final punch then he notices Freedom’s ace in the hole. The way that Freedom blocked the ki earlier was a weapon augment. Particularly an augment that created a defensive barrier. He’s been using it in his hand. On a gauntlet. Freedom began speaking a vicious truth for the cameras “You’re never in the battles. Say what you want about fate you act as if you can’t help humanity.” Streets asks “Do you know how I help humanity?” Streets Armor began glowing at his arms. Intense Orbs of light. Lucas realized the danger he was in “armor augments?! “
Rain’s eyes widened as Streets’ armor began to glow, intense orbs of light forming around his arms. Lucas seemed to realize the danger he was in, darting around the stage to avoid the sudden hail of energy blasts and explosions. But Streets was relentless, combining all his energy into one massive ball that he unleashed in a devastating beam of Stunt-force energy.
The blast tore through the arena, the sheer power of it taking Rain’s breath away. He recognized the move as Xengen’s Stunt Force Bomb, a technique he had only heard of in legends. The impact knocked Lucas to the ground, seemingly wounded by the attack.
Rain’s heart raced as the battle ensued, but surprisingly blood dripped from Streets’ chest, and he dropped to one knee, pain etched across his face. Camilla suddenly appeared between the two fighters. She had just landed a devastating blow on Streets.
Despite their valiant efforts, Streets and Hurricane Cherry were on the ropes by the Avenge Guild’s coordinated assault. The Boom revealed in the underhanded tactics used by the guild, while the passionate Stickman lamented the loss of fair play.
The A Tank let out a thunderous roar. His hulking form propelled forward by his powerful fists, as he aimed to finish Streets off. The ground trembled as Cumulus summoned a barrier, trapping Streets and the A Tank within. From outside, the barrier was opaque, but the quakes and muffled sounds of impact hinted at the brutality within.
Camilla didn’t wait to see the outcome. Using her axe as a makeshift vaulting pole, she propelled herself across the stadium in a series of agile leaps. Her momentum carried her towards Hurricane Cherry, Streets’ partner.
Camilla of the Avenge Guild swung her colossal axe with a ferocity that belied her slender frame. The weapon, twice her size, moved as if it were an extension of her body. “Camilla really does use that axe like a stripper pole” Rain muttered to himself, unable to suppress a sardonic grin. Her unorthodox technique, twirling and spinning around the massive weapon, was both effective and distracting.But how were they even losing to that.
The crowd erupted into a frenzy of applause and cheers. Rain’s gaze lingered on the fallen players, his mind racing. How dare he lose? He was the son of Xengen Taiji, one of the greatest heroes known to Geno. How could someone of his lineage be reduced to a mere player?
Rain’s eyes narrowed as he watched Cherry brace herself, her own body moving with a grace that defied gravity.Cherry’s feet left the ground in a whirlwind of kicks, each one faster than the last. But Camilla matched her move for move, dodging and weaving through the onslaught. The two seemed evenly matched until Camilla unleashed her Mjolnir kick. The ground beneath Cherry erupted as iron ore, magnetically pulled, surged upward, enveloping her in a cascade of rock and metal. Cherry’s defenses crumbled. The boom began screaming . “The national team of America wins again! THE AVENGE GUILD WI-
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Rain had a flashback and remembered back to his homeworld, to the legends of Xengen and Huo, who had saved their world. Their battles had shaped the entire continent of Okenkai and beyond. In his mind, Xengen would have defeated any opponent, no matter the odds. Rain’s frustration grew.
Suddenly Hurricane cherry began rapidly deflecting all the ore as Camilla got closer. Then dealt her a fierce punch that flung her reeling into Cumulus. The barrier was released revealing Streets holding The unconscious A Tank in a headlock. Freedom Lucas and Streets face one another wounded knowing the next blow decides the winner. They dash again but Streets limbos beneath Lucas’ punch allowing Hurricane cherry to do her kicking combination for the finale. Lucas landing in Streets’ raised palm
“Black Star dojo wins!” the crowd erupting in deafening cheers. Rain’s fists unclenched in relief.
He remembered his struggles over the past year, sneaking in and out of dungeon gates to gain skills and survive. For a year, Rain had been on Earth, struggling to survive. He had slipped in and out of shadows, learning the ways of this world’s fighters, but never fully integrating. His skills were his only potential advantage, but lacking the raw power needed to dominate in this arena.
He’s determined. His plan is simple sneak into the tournament, prove himself and take a seat on someone’s team.
The distant roars of the stadium rising before him. The streets were bustling with fans discussing the match, their excitement infectious. Rain’s mind was already racing ahead. He couldn’t afford to be just a spectator any longer. The time had come to carve out his own legend in this world.