Exhibition match! #1 Mazu Aoi vs Shinji Devil Man

[Yozu]

“ALRIGHT FOLKS, LET’S KEEP THIS TOURNAMENT MOVING!”

The announcer leaned forward over his desk, microphone practically squealing in his grip as the crowd noise settled into anticipation once more.

“A bit of a surprise for you two fighters have agreed to entertain us in the half time we have! now, lets introduce them, we’ve got the calm and collected fighter, MAZU AOI!”

A wave of cheers rolled through part of the stands as he swung an arm dramatically toward one side of the arena.

“And standing opposite him, the devilish challenger himself… SHINJI DEVIL MAN!”

That got a louder reaction. A mix of excitement, shouting, and a few nervous laughs from the crowd.

“Both fighters are you ready?!, I don’t know about you people, but I’m expecting a GOOD one!”

He grinned wide, raising the microphone.

“FIGHTERS! TAKE YOUR STANCES!”
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Post Order: Announcer (if needed) > Mazu Aoi > Shinji Devil Man
Location: Exhibition Arena #1


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[The Good Doctor]

“Shush… It's nothing more than a test… Let us begin.”


His hands were steady and firm as they tightened the bandages about and between his fingers, cleanly wrapping the nanofiber mesh cloth about and around his wrist, before flipping a hand over to return along the path of hardening and securing his appendages. Tight enough to compress his muscles, yet loose enough to allow circulation, these “Ki-Restraint wrappings” were a speciality creation of Aoi Corps (Red Ribbon) - Physical Health departments. Able to resist high temperatures, while allowing the cloth to absorb Ki from its user to restrict Ki flow, thus allowing the host to test and train to push the limitations of their Ki. A grace given to the weaker opponent. A test to himself, and a declaration that he had no equal. Not in the field of science, not in the fields of battle, and not on this tiny little ball of dirt they called Earth. His destiny lay further, beyond this solar system. With a blade pointed towards the heavens, he would one day, finally, cut the throat of the Queen beyond the Veil. The frustration behind this thought pushed him, even now in this moment, as his mind fell back into histories long forgotten. Gripping the ends of the wrapping with his teeth and yanking the knotted cord of the bandage's end through the finishing knot he’d formed - he was now ready. Clenching his fist and stress testing his achievement, his golden irises were bright amongst the darkness of the entrance. Fury once forsaken, once again burning behind cruel and calculating eyes.
Announcer: “ALRIGHT FOLKS, LET’S KEEP THIS TOURNAMENT MOVING!”

The very air had grown heavier and heavier leading up to this moment…

???: “AHHHHHHHH, MAY-ZUH, MAY-ZUH, MAY-ZUUUUUUUH!!!”

Mazu: “Tch… I told them I’d make a special appearance, but I didn’t expect them to have to tussle with a child… How is this idiocy supposed to help Red Ribbon’s reputation?”

The very atmosphere began to physically vibrate and hum with the sheer size of the cheering masses gathered to bear witness to this year's Tenkaiichi Tournament. With the droning chorus of cheering fans, the thunder of stomping feet born of an ecstasy-driven crowd, and the pounding of beating drums designated for both the left and right sides of the entryway leading out to the arena. This was supposedly the height of the world’s martial arts exhibitions and congregation of the best of the very best from every corner of Earth, the shattered fragments of the Demon realm, and the remaining realms of the Kai gardens. The darkened hallway leading out into the blinding sunlight was almost nostalgic to the Good Doctor as he threw his hands forward, flicking his wrist and stretching out the ligaments of his arms and shoulders in anticipation of his light-hearted match. A reminder of days long since passed, standing as champion and defender of a timeline and universe long since destroyed - this was not his first time fighting in front of thousands, if not millions, of spectators both present and onlooking from broadcasts afar.

Mazu: “I’ll have to talk to Kiriko about her publicity management skills when I get back to the labs…”

Announcer: “A bit of a surprise for you two fighters have agreed to entertain us in the half-time we have!!!”

Mazu: “Such an annoying bastard”

His fingers stretched and clenched audibly, artificial knuckles cracking under the fibers and causing nearby remaining fighters to shrink back and fidget at the rumbling sound, much like that of a large stone repeatedly crushing smaller rocks within a masonry pedestal, before leaving the area altogether. Alone, yet again. Having previously been leaning against the walls of the rest area, facing the opposing and open area where other fighters once sat - he grew excited knowing that he was next on the docket. Ignoring previous contestants, he acknowledged that while his name was known and his public appearance was publicized through his agents and works in cinema and contributions to society, there weren’t many who’d recognize the man in his normal state. A born martial artist, refined in the cultures of his people, and given room to blossom and grow within the fields of nanorobotics and cybernetics. A collector of fine things. A harvester of rare genetics. An android composite of numerous DNAs to create the epitome of biological autonomous android life. Pushing himself lightly from the wall with a quick jerk backwards against the stone surface, Mazu righted himself to his fully erect six-foot-four-inch height, allowing his obsidian locks curled about his shoulders to fall into a knee-length pony-tail.

Announcer: “Now, let’s introduce them. We’ve got the calm and collected fighter… MAZU AOI!”

Mazu: “Tch…”

Audience: “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH”

The roar of the audience shook the air as Mazu turned the corner, allowing for the sun’s warmth to engulf him fully and finally allow those awaiting their false hero’s grand entrance. The exposed ivory skin of the Doctor’s torso almost rebuked the sun, as if a painted porcelain, while his apparent tattoos sat vibrant and visible as flowery petals and the scales of a mighty dragon covering his shoulders, arms, and back. What appeared as the blackened fabrics of a traditional Ku (褲 or 裤, Chinese Monk, puffy, pants) were cuffed with the same crimson-shaded wrappings that covered nearly halfway up the doctor's bicep. His feet lay bare, gripping the paved marble flooring as he calmly took his first steps from beneath the shade of the rest area into the light.

Excitement escalated with the entrance of the first combatant, almost forcing a smile to the Doctor’s lips as men, women, and children alike screamed and shouted out his name. Smiling as he neared younger fans, waving towards those not close enough to hear this fighter’s polite and awkward laughter, he felt elated at this opportunity. Such life found amongst his natural kin, such happiness that he’d almost forgotten why he’d actually come to join this tournament. Glancing over and out towards the exterior of the event’s grounds as he walked closer towards the four-step staircase leading into the arena, he was not ignorant of what was taking place. A pitiable act, and yet… A ki signature faded then extinguished as another grew stronger in the absence of the other. It was obvious what had occurred, and yet, it didn’t bother Mazu in the slightest. It wasn’t the insignificant life lost that had piqued his interest, but the subject that awaited study - growing in potential with every passing second.

Stepping up and into the center of the ring, Mazu stared out into the warm faces of the masses and felt happiness…

Delight…

There were so many happy test subjects to pick from, and so little time.

Announcer: “And standing opposite him, the devilish challenger himself… SHINJI DEVIL MAN!”

As this new fighter entered the ring and made his own entrance, Mazu’s own machinations kept him from acting upon his norm. His sadistic side lay in his need to research, the drive to find new truths, and the hunt for new information. There was nothing to be found here. Only civilians and low-level fighters who failed their own exhibitions. Respectfully lowering his head and bending forward with his right fist pressed into his outstretched left palm, he could only fester and wait amongst this rabble - hoping his opponent would offer him a proper challenge…

No…

His true prize lay only a few hundred meters away…

Speaking to herself, delighted over her new advancement in growth.

Ripe for the picking, primed for study...

An exquisite target.

A delicious meal…

But first, he’d devour the provided appetizer…

Announcer: “Both fighters are you ready?!, I don’t know about you people, but I’m expecting a GOOD one!

Raising his head and standing from his bowed state at his final passing of respect to the onlookers, Mazu stared out towards the afternoon sun, soon to reach the horizon. The subtle hints of cybernetic interfaces streaming across his golden irises, the 3D scanning capabilities of his cybernetic optics allowed him to perceive those beyond the immediate crowds and buildings to study his prey. Her body, much like his composite of an alien amorphous composite, though humanoid in current form. Her sex was made obvious due to her chosen form and by the awkward rambling detailing her personality. Her power levels skyrocketed by the moment before peaking beyond the limits he’d witnessed during her fight amongst children.

This one would be exciting…

Fun even…

Announcer:
“FIGHTERS!
TAKE YOUR STANCES!”

It was then that his attentions would return to the objective at hand, head snapping back mechanically so that he may stare at and begin to scan this new victim before him. A demon he’d never seen before, a child of a creature from worlds beyond, something he would have never had the chance to face if not for his given lot in life. It was by coincidence that his lot survived the incursion and merger of the universe. It was by coincidence that he found his way back to this universe from Ater, the Dark planet in the Neutral spaces. It was by coincidence that Kiriko answered the call that brought Mazu to these tournament grounds. It was a coincidence that placed Shinji in the same bracket as the Good Doctor…

Mazu : "Not every coincidence is a blessing and not every coincidence is a curse.
It is the experiences found in those coincidences and the perspective that defines them."

Placing his right hand before him, palm out and flatly raised towards the heavens, Mazu stood waiting for the demon child - left arm laxly hanging behind him at his waist. This was not a taunt. This was not a provocation. There was no opening in this simple greeting stance. An opener to the hell that lay beneath these calm waters was the null of nothingness. The calm before ruin, and the patience to outlast the tests of time. Soon, Shinji would feel the breadth of this storm and drown beneath its squall.




Max Power Level 17,000
Ki Restricting Wraps -5,000
Current Power Level 12,000



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[Monkey D. Kami]

As he spectated the Tenkaichi tournament, Shinji witnessed an eventful battle. The clash was a spectacle of flashy moves and dramatic poses, designed to elicit gasps and cheers from the audience. The results were a bit skeptical, a convenient twist that favored the more popular fighter. But what else could he expect from a top designed for entertaining humans. Their kind were known for producing mediocre entertainment, sacrificing genuine skill for cheap thrills. Shinji scoffed, his eyes rolling in disdain. "Pathetic," he muttered, his voice laced with contempt. "They call this a tournament? He thought to himself. This was nothing more than a glorified display of power over technique." He crossed his arms, his gaze hardening. "Someone needs to go out there and show them what real fighting looks like."

“Boooooo!!!! That match was lame…boooo… we wanted to see more!!!!! Restart the match!!!” He shouted and mocked the fighter for not putting on a show, despite one of them being absorbed by the other in a grotesque display of power.

He came to see entertaining battles with warrior of equal strength capable of putting on a good fight, not a display of power. This agitated him a bit and he felt a strong desire to turn his attention elsewhere. However, he was willing to stay and watch for a little bit longer wasn’t like he had anything else better to do. As they called upon the next fighter, he continued eating and looking onward waiting for the next contestant. As they called upon the next fighter, Shinji continued eating, his gaze sweeping across the arena with the bored detachment of a seasoned critic.

Announcer:"The next contestant is about to enter the arena" the crowd was electrified, expressing their excitement as they cheered for the next contestant. The announcer's voice boomed echoing over the entire audience, laced with a theatrical flair that grated on Shinji's nerves. The crowd roared with excitement; it was a palpable shift in energy that even Shinji couldn't ignore. The crowd roared with excitement, their cheers echoing through the arena. It was a palpable shift in energy that even Shinji couldn't ignore, a wave of anticipation that washed over him.

Announcer: lets introduce them, we’ve got the calm and collected fighter, MAZU AOI!”
From the depths of the arena emerged a figure, bathed in golden light. His radiant presence almost seemed too good to be true, an aura of invincibility surrounding him. The crowd adored this man as if he were their crowned champion, their voices rising in a deafening chorus of praise. Shinji narrowed his eyes, his usual cockiness momentarily subdued by the sheer force of the Mazu’s charisma. "So, this is the great Mazu Aoi," he mused, his voice barely audible above the din.

"Finally," he muttered, tossing aside his half-eaten snack, "maybe this one won't be a complete waste of my time."

Adorning his face with a sinister smile, cheeks still bulging with the remnants of his snack, adrenaline now coursing through him, Shinji felt a surge of excitement. But the momentary celebration was abruptly cut short. "Shinji!" the announcer's voice echoed, "Step forward as our next contestant!"

He froze, not in fear, but in utter bewilderment. Him? As reality crashed back, he frantically finished the bag of chips, tipping it high above his head, catching every last crumb with practiced ease. “Done”. He tossed the bag skyward, and with the flick of his wrist igniting it, engulfing the bag in a crimson flame, burning it to ashes. A hush fell over the crowd. All eyes were on him. A slow grin spread across Shinji's face. "Well, well," he thought, cracking his knuckles, "This just got interesting." He leaped from his seat that high above the stadium itself, he descended slowly into the arena, with the sun shining from behind dawned appeared as a dark shadowy figure with glowing red eyes and devils, his fiery tail stuck out like a sore thumb. "Guess you'll get your show after all!" he yelled, his voice dripping with challenge and anticipation.







"And hey!!!" Shinji roared, his voice echoing through the arena,

"Who told any of you morons you could TELL ME WHAT TO DO?!" His eyes blazed, scanning the stunned faces in the crowd. He hadn't signed up for this tournament and hadn't agreed to be anyone's puppet. He felt like this was an ambush, a violation, and he would NOT stand for it. "I'm not your performing monkey!" he spat, slamming a fist into the ground, creating a small crater. As his bare feet landed gracefully on the arena floor, his sinister smile spread, silencing the weaklings in the crowd. Once he was fully visible his appearance was seriously striking! His sharp, piercing red eyes that seem to bore right through anyone he gazes upon. His crown set with a backdrop of wild, spiky white hair with two large, curved red horns jut out from his forehead, hinting at a devilish nature. His grin is all sharp shark like teeth, a predatory smile that suggests he's enjoying every moment.He's got this incredibly toned physique, with every muscle defined, and crisscrossing scars that look like they were made by sharp thorns. It’s a rugged look, but then he’s got this slick custom white devil man jacket with black straps, almost like suspenders, that adds a touch of stylish rebellion. Around his neck, a deep purple crystal pendant hangs, a stark contrast to the roughness of his chest. And as if that wasn't enough, there's a long, segmented tail with wicked spikes, whipping around behind him like a dangerous extension of his will.


"I do what I want, when I want!" A ripple of unease spread through the audience. This wasn't the obedient contestant they expected. Shinji grinned, a wild, unpredictable glint in his eyes. "So, here's how it's gonna be," he continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "I'll play your little game, but on MY terms. And anyone who tries to control me... will regret it." He pointed a finger at the announcer, a silent threat hanging in the air. "Now, let's get the rules straight, there will be none of that ring out nonsense. I want a real brawl!"

"You humans are all pathetic…" Shinji drawled, his voice laced with disdain, "but I do find you all quite entertaining. And if something were to happen to all of you, then who would be capable of making the delicious treats I crave?"

A few murmurs rippled through the stands, commenting on his unusual appearance, but Shinji ignored them. His tone dripped with disgust as he continued adressing the crowd.

"Honestly, the things I put up with for a decent soufflé. It's truly a tragedy." He sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes.

"But fear not, my culinary enablers, I shall protect you from yourselves... mostly. Just try not to bore me too much, or you might find yourselves on the menu." He winked, sending a shiver down the spines of some onlookers.

"Now, let the games begin. And try to be amusing, won't you?"

Announcer: “FIGHTERS! TAKE YOUR STANCES!”

Turning his attention to his opponent, Shinji observed Mazu Aoi carefully. The fighter's unique high guard stance, a blend of boxing and Muay Thai, spoke of discipline and adaptability. It was an efficient posture, minimizing vulnerabilities while maximizing offensive options.

"Interesting," Shinji murmured, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. But it wasn't just the stance that intrigued him. There was something else, a subtle energy that radiated from Mazu. Shinji could perceive a unique aura about this person, a sense of depth and power that went beyond mere skill.

"You're not just another fighter, are you?" Shinji mused, his sinister smile returning.

"There's something... different about you. I wonder what secrets you're hiding." He cracked his knuckles, his excitement growing.

"Well, it doesn't matter. Secrets are always more fun when they're revealed in a fight." He lowered into his own stance, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Show me what you've got, Mazu Aoi. Let's see if you're as interesting as you seem."

The thrill of battling ignited a fire inside Shinji, a surge of energy coursing through his veins. The thought of facing a stronger opponent was almost euphoric, a tantalizing promise of challenge and excitement. His sinister smile widening, the anticipation was almost unbearable, a delicious tension that crackled in the air. He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet, eager to unleash his power. "Come on, Mazu Aoi," he taunted, his voice dripping with anticipation. "I hate to be kept waiting. So, show me what you're made of… Let's dance!" Impatient as always, Shinji couldn't contain his eagerness. He was a rude and childish type, driven by impulse and a thirst for excitement. But beneath that immature exterior lay a mind of cunning and strategy. In combat, Shinji was a different beast entirely, a master tactician who analyzed his opponents with cold precision. He sought out weaknesses, exploited openings, and attacked with extreme precision. Now, facing Mazu Aoi, Shinji's mind raced, calculating angles, distances, and timings. He observed Mazu's stance, searching for the smallest window opportunity, the slightest vulnerability.






Max Power Level: 9000
Current Power Level: 8,500​

 

[Yozu]

The announcer practically had to stand out of his chair to be heard over the roaring crowd, sweat beading on his forehead as the atmosphere in the arena kept climbing higher and higher.

“NOW THIS IS WHAT THE TENKAICHI IS ALL ABOUT, FOLKS!”

He threw an arm toward the center of the ring where both fighters stood staring each other down.

“Representing Red Ribbon and carrying himself like he owns the whole planet, the calm and calculated martial artist… MAZU AOI!”

The audience exploded into cheers, chants, and stomping feet as Mazu stood composed beneath the noise.

“And standing opposite him, the demon brat with the attitude problem and enough confidence for ten people… S-S-SHINJI DEVIL MAN!”


He said with a nervous stutter, that earned an even louder response, mixed with nervous laughter and shouting from the crowd

“One fighter looks like he planned this match three weeks ago, and the other looks ready to start a riot!”

The announcer slammed a hand onto the desk, grinning ear to ear.

“Science versus chaos! Discipline versus madness! Fighters, take your stances… AND LET’S SEE THESE TWO TEAR INTO EACH OTHER!”

"FIGHTERS BEGIN!"

The announcer waved his hand forward, the sound of a bell soon rang through the arena, signalling the start

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Post Order: Announcer (if needed) > Mazu Aoi > Shinji Devil Man
Location: Exhibition Arena #1​

 

[Monkey D. Kami]

Announcer: "FIGHTERS BEGIN!"

The announcer's words barely faded before Shinji exploded forward, a blur of motion and no more words were spoken. He didn't just step; he danced a lightning-fast one-two, weaving left then right with impossible grace, leaving a phantom echo of himself in his wake. Then, with a burst of speed that defied logic, it seemed as if he suddenly materialized directly before his opponent, a predator closing in. His fists, already glowing with a menacing crimson ki that crackled with power, tightened until his knuckles popped, promising a devastating impact. With a raging roar that seemed to shake the very arena, Shinji's crimson charged right fist shot forward like a bolt of lightning. It wasn't just a punch; it was a concentrated blast of energy, aimed with lethal precision at his opponent's unprotected midsection. The air crackled around his knuckles as he closed the distance, the force of his ki promising to leave a searing impression. As Shinji launched his attack, the roar of the crowd faded into a dull hum, his world shrinking to the space between him and his target. He was a predator, laser focused on his prey, oblivious to anything beyond the immediate clash. In his mind, the arena had emptied, leaving only him and his opponent locked in a silent, deadly dance. A feral grin stretched across his face, betraying the raw, untamed excitement that surged through his veins, this wasn't just a fight; it was an obsession. Shinji's fist hurtled toward Mazu's abdomen, carrying with it the weight of his ambition and a touch of arrogance. He was convinced that this single strike held the power to shatter his opponent, picturing Mazu hurtling through the air, like a human projectile destined. He's so confident that if his fist connects, it'll send Mazu rocketing into the stadium entrance. He's even hoping Mazu can take the hit, because Shinji's already planning a follow-up beatdown, even if Mazu's down for the count. A sly grin played on Shinji's lips, a testament to his bloodlust. He prayed silently that Mazu would somehow weather the initial impact, Shinji had no intention of letting up. This was just the opening act, a prelude to a relentless onslaught that would leave no room for recovery.

Shinji, a connoisseur of combat, had a signature move for greeting unfamiliar opponents, the speed blitz. Rushing his opponent with a blur of motion designed to test their defenses and expose any hidden vulnerabilities. Usually, he could rely on sensing their ki signature, like reading a neon sign that screamed "punch me here!" But Mazu? Mazu was an enigma wrapped in a riddle, slathered in mystery sauce. Shinji's instincts were screaming louder than a banshee at a heavy metal concert, warning him that this fight might be a trap, a cosmic joke with him as the punchline. But for whom? That was the million-dollar question. and Shinji was determined to find the answer, even if it meant eating a knuckle sandwich in the process.



Shinji, a glutton for punishment and a Harbinger of chaos, harboring a not-so-secret ambition to become the "Demon King," a title whispered in hushed tones among the cosmos. For Shinji, it wasn't about ruling with an iron fist or hoarding gold like a dragon; it was about achieving the unadulterated freedom to do as he pleased, consequences be damned. And what better way to gauge his strength than by throwing himself into the meat grinder of battle? Each clash, each bone-jarring impact, was a lesson etched in blood and sweat. He thrived on the chaos, adapting his tactics on a whim, like a jazz musician improvising a solo in the middle of a hurricane. This fight wasn't just a test; it was an audition for his coronation as the Demon King, and Shinji intended to give the performance of a lifetime. The question hung in the air could Mazu be the crucible in which Shinji's ambition was either forged into steel or shattered into dust? Shinji saw this not merely as a fight, but as a referendum on his very existence. Was he ready to unleash his inner demon upon the world, to paint the cosmos with his own brand of beautiful chaos? Or was he merely a pretender to the throne, destined to be crushed under the weight of his own aspirations? This wasn't just about winning or losing; it was about destiny, about proving to himself that he was worthy of the power he craved. If Mazu could push him beyond his breaking point, then so be it; Shinji would crawl back to the training grounds, lick his wounds, and emerge stronger, more ruthless, and more determined than ever. But if he emerged victorious? Then the cosmos better brace itself, because the Demon King was coming, and he wasn't bringing flowers.

However this was all just speculation, Shinji's brain is a dangerous place often inspired by chaotic thoughts. He's already planning victory parades and evil theme songs, but let's be real: this is the same guy who once tried to build a rocket out of cardboard boxes and duct tape. So, yeah, maybe he'll conquer the universe, but maybe he'll also end up faceplanting in the dirt while Mazu sips tea and wonders what he's doing with his life.



Shinji stood on the precipice of chaos, a storm of uncertainty swirling around him. But inside? Calm. Unshakable. Doubt was a luxury he couldn't afford, and frankly, didn't want. Adversity was just a playground for his ambition. Where others saw insurmountable odds, Shinji saw steppingstones. His will was a forge, tempered by countless trials, burning with a fiery spirit that could melt glaciers. Danger? It was an invitation. A chance to prove, once again, that he was the exception to every rule. Cowardice was a foreign language to him; his vocabulary was filled with words like "dominate," "conquer," and "inevitable." A smile, sharp and predatory, stretched across his face. It wasn't arrogance, but the pure, unadulterated joy of a predator spotting its prey. Anyone foolish enough to stand in his path would soon learn that Shinji didn't just overcome obstacles, he devoured them. He was a force of nature, and he was coming.


Max Power Level: 9,000
Current Power Level: 8,500​

 

[The Good Doctor]

“If you behave, I can promise you a sweet ending…”


Shinji: "Interesting…"

Even a babe in the woods knew when they faced a predator far beyond their limits.

Shinji: "You're not just another fighter, are you? There's something... different about you. I wonder what secrets you're hiding…”

Mazu couldn’t help but to smirk at the child’s insistent rambling.

Even going as far as to issue threats to the commissioning board, which sanctioned this fight, and the announcer himself, Shinji was sure to make more than a few enemies on this day. With the crowd now growing more restless, there were many who wouldn’t take kindly to the boy's words. Nevertheless, Mazu found this defiant attitude endearing and oddly amusing, left waiting for the demon to finish his rantings. However, under this patient disguise, still lay the scrutinizing eye of a dedicated scientist - taking this moment to analyze and visually dissect the Ki levels, mysterious magical energy signatures, and demonic physique, all while slowly beginning to catalog every single movement and breath of his prey. Though short, his tirade was enough to give Mazu a clear estimate within the databanks of his systems of the caliber of the opponent who stood before him.

Audience: “BOOOOOOO!!!

WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?! -

WHO IS THIS GUY!?!

GET HIM OUTTA HERE!!!”

Mazu: “Hmph…”

His provocations were either a natural facade to placate his own sense of inferiority or some awkward method of disorienting his opponents by sending them into a frenzy at his psychological pokes and jabs. These were the games of children. An antic used by those who lived their lives through emotion and bickering. The unwavering will of this scientist would not falter. As his Ki processors circulated an enormous flux of ki throughout his body, safeguarding it from possible subterfuge, it would go unnoticed to all who witnessed this bout. An advantage of his biology, a feature of the engine that allowed for an undiscernible amount of Ki or other energies to build with an android’s physique.

Announcer: “Science versus chaos! Discipline versus madness! Fighters, take your stances… AND LET’S SEE THESE TWO TEAR INTO EACH OTHER!”

The announcer’s voice had begun to drone on into the thunderous cheers of the masses. What they had all been waiting for had finally come to fruition. Flesh would rend and bones will break, for the exhibition match between Mazu and Shinji has officially started!!!

Shinji: "Come on, Mazu Aoi, I hate to be kept waiting. So, show me what you're made of…
Let's dance!!!

Announcer: "FIGHTERS BEGIN!"

Shinji was the first to act…

Like a rocket shot out from a cannon, the boy threw himself forth in a dash - obviously hoping to gain the advantage upon the Android before him. To the average human, his movement would have appeared as a blur. As if he were standing still at the announcer’s call for the match’s start, and then, suddenly, he was gone. While confident, the boy’s movements lacked true strategy. Relying on speed to overwhelm his opponent, this would have offset most… But not the cybernetic eyes of an android…

His footwork was sloppy as he dashed to the left and darted to the right, attempting to confuse the Doctor’s optics, his technique obvious though not yet refined. Shifting and vibrating his physique as he closed in, a slight shimmer formed in his wake to those not able to track biometric movement. This was not the case for Mazu, irises swiftly shifting to track his target accurately. Shinji’s ego overwhelming the potential that lay within his own magical genetics; the Doctor suspected there was more to the child’s maneuvers. He wasn’t a prime candidate, but still…

A suitable study partner.
Allowing the boy to enter into a close combat range, Shinji’s fists immediately bloomed with a crackling crimson Ki, aimed to release his first devastating attack directly into the Good Doctor’s abdomen. Mazu’s neural processors registered the sounds of the demon child’s joints popping as he gathered strength before the titan looming a full foot above his small stature, brimming with confidence to topple the giant and make a name for himself upon this grand stage. Stepping forward with his blow, curling his frame and twisting to increase its destructive force, Shinji's right fist would explode forth with a concentrated surge of energy capable of possibly pulverizing a small planetoid or obliterating a large asteroid…

Only to be met with the calming presence of true dominance…

If this were another opponent, he would have possibly ended this fight in a single blow, sending his opponent flying or possibly piercing them through completely...

Nevertheless,
Mazu's response was decisive.

His decision final.

His counter, near perfect.

Having had his right hand raised to the heavens, it was with this hand that the Doctor would rebuke the child’s earthly desires.

His movement was so expedient and had been done in such a short span space, that even those near that or above his power level (Maximum 17,000 - 5,000 Ki restraining wraps = Current power level 12,000) would have found it hard to track his hand’s fluid crescent manuever, Allowing the boy’s fist to speedily ascend towards the space in which his body used to be, with but a side step to the boys left side, the child’s blow would in fact not make impact with its designated target. Instead, flipping his own right hand over as he stepped into the child’s attack, Mazu would expel a rapid flash of Ki (Ki Deflection Technique) from his body, able to deflect theoretical residual crimson Ki before allowing the child’s fist to sail by his own right hand - before aiming to lightly snatch hold just behind the child’s wrist.

No, not to stop him.

No, only to assist in altering the trajectory of the child’s blow without taking away from his forward momentum, instead adding to his own trajectory suddenly to disrupt the child’s natural flow and centre, restricting his ability to break Mazu's response. As the two bodies now moved to collide, it was then that Mazu’s own freely given counter would become a destructive point-blank assault.

Slipping lower to nearly match the child’s own height, staring into the child’s eyes with the artificial lenses of his own in this brief exchange, before attempting to thrust forward his own ki-infused left elbow directly below the child’s solar plexus - crushing into his diaphragm and removing the very air from his lungs. Mirroring the child’s own speed, the Android did not wish to overplay his hand this early, deciding that the two should only be fighting on even grounds during this initial bout. However, this did nothing to deter the destructive force behind this point-blank counter to the child’s overzealous assault, multiplying his own impact with the force of Shinji's opposing trajectory.

Shifting only his shoulder and rotating his elbow, he was not finished with his counter as Mazu’s forearm merely rotated and swiftly swung upward upon contact with the child’s diaphragm to release a second malicious back-handed blow to the child’s nose and upper lip. The speed of this second assault cut away from its own destructive force, but was still enough to crush bone and split the boy's flesh against the edges of the child's teeth, while sending his brain rattling around his own skull. And just as quickly as this counter had begun, so would Mazu force the break from this brutal first contact with a third and final blow, stepping forward while still maintaining and guiding backwards his grip on the child’s wrist for a moment only to release as his shoulder rammed into the boy to send him flying a few feet backwards with a short burst of Ki (Shockwave)…

He was not ready to end this meal, as such an appetizer was sure to give him the energy he’d need to consume the main dish waiting only a few hundred meters away.


Seemingly a combo, however, finessed into a singular counter; Dr.Aoi’s Deadly Assault - a technique that draws the target into a barrage of blows by awaiting perfect moments to counter and forcing the opponent into point-blank engagement where any and every blow lands as bodies tangled in a confused, malicious, mass of aggression. It was only through a shielding flux of Ki that Mazu’s own anatomy would carry a plausible defense against any possible quick retaliation(s).

And yet…

He couldn’t help but retain his previous smile as he hoped that the child had more in store for him.

Sliding his feet beneath him into a shoulder-length stature, Mazu would shift his body so that his core sat firm at his center, before waving his arms about his body in an opposing clockwise and counter-clockwise motions before bringing them back to their resting position - palms pressed together as his eyes closed in deep concentration. Though unnecessary due to his biology, old habits forced him to focus his intent and manipulate his Ki to gather, subtly, while spreading this energy along the surfaces of his nanofiber skin (Energy Shield). Though his back would then remain facing his opponent, his awareness and perception of the battlefield remained unchanged as Shinji would be given time to collect himself for a second round. Observing in three-hundred and sixty degrees, there weren't many things that (3D Scan) Mazu's android physiology would miss.

This fight was not over…

Not by a long shot…

Mazu:

"Again..."





Max Power Level 17,000
Ki Restricting Wraps -5,000
Current Power Level 12,000

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[Monkey D. Kami]

Shinji rushed Mazu, thinking he had a killer strategy, but it was like Mazu was reading his mind. He could feel Mazu's eyes on him, tracking him like some kind of living statue. Aside from raising his palm towards the heavens, Mazu didn’t even flinch until Shinji was practically breathing down his neck, letting Shinji infiltrate his defenses. However this was a spot he was familiar with, up close and personal, just as Shinji’s fist was about to connect, Mazu suddenly vanished before reappearing nearly face to face, it was as if he was intentionally trying to match Shinji's speed; Shinji was startled and equally impressed this opponent seemed more the capable of being a fair match up. But Shinji being the quick thinker and the fiery spirited individual that he is, knew this just meant he had to switch gears. Not hesitating in fear, his punch still in motion, but instead of aiming to drill into Mazu’s gut, this attack aimed to connect with his opponent's mandible, had it connected it still wouldn't be the knockout blow he’d hoped for, as it connected hi noticed the ki coated his fist suddenly vanished. He wondered if Mazu intentionally planned to endure this attack in order to prepare one of his own. Once again, he was impressed, but not shocked. This just lit a fire under Shinji. He was invigorated and wanted to see just how far he could push himself. This challenge was intoxicating.

The guy was a blur and before he knew it, Mazu had a fine grip wrapped tightly around his wrist, but Shinji was still quick enough to react, his ki surged enhancing his own physical abilities, just before yanking his hand back hard enough to pull himself forward using his opponent's weight. Shinji was still in full control of his momentum, following up with a lightning-fast second attack, leading with his devilish horns This time, he attacked with more power, aggression, more explosiveness, and fueled with pure ambition. His muscles were relaxed until the very last second to maximize movement speed before impact. His body moved like water, relaxed, formless, and flexible. It was a sudden change in movement from his usual rigid and rugged style of fighting. Instead of a fist, he planned to use his own head as a weapon, his devilish horns emitted that crimson Ki which now engulfed them in a fiery like aura, with a faint sparkle. Aiming to headbutt Mazu's face like a human rocket, all while his devilish grin never left his face. Had this attack been successful, not aiming to impale his opponent but cause a clash of craniums that promised to send out a thunderous roar that would shake the entire arena.

The battle had only just begun, but the initial dance of strategy felt as climactic as the final moments of any legendary clash. Shinji was laser-focused on hitting his breaking point, determined to silence the doubts in his own head. This wasn't just a fight; it was a personal quest. His chaotic spirit was practically buzzing with excitement, relishing the high-stakes atmosphere. His eyes crackled with manic energy, and a grin stretched across his face, almost daring his opponent to underestimate him. Most would find that smirk infuriatingly childish, but it was pure, unadulterated joy. Shinji was loving every second, regardless of this was about winning or losing. To him, it was all about the thrill of the ride.

"I'm about to mop the floor with you!" he roared, recklessly throwing himself into another blindingly fast attack.

He was so confident that he could trash-talk his opponent mid-attack, and lucky for him, he was a master of psychological warfare; his focus remained razor-sharp. Trash talk was practically an extension of his being. It flowed as naturally as breathing. There was that one time he roasted a plus-sized lady on her wedding day, causing her to bolt before the vows could even be exchanged. "Wow, you really bagged yourself a walking piggy bank!" he had cackled, barely containing his laughter. But in his own twisted way, he believed he'd done her a favor, saving her from a smooth-talking con artist who preyed on vulnerable women with low self-esteem. Shinji saw himself as a disruptor, a necessary agent of chaos. He was the self-proclaimed King of Chaos and Mischief, and he wanted the whole world to acknowledge his reign. "Come on, is that all you've got?" he taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. Had his second attack landed, it would have not only create an opening but also leave his opponents vulnerable to further attacks.

He knew this battle was going to be difficulty yet fun.

A test of his resolve

A challenge of wit

Was he capable of outsmarting his opponent or did his opponent have him beat from the start, the question stalked the back of audience minds. A few of them of even impressed by the devil man's persistence. Some could easily tell that he was the underdog trying to play the big shot, but that just who Shinji Devil Man was, an arrogant snob with no real morals, no other reason to exist other than to serve his own ambitions.



Max Power Level: 9,000
Current Power Level, 8,800
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[The Good Doctor]

“Don’t mind me, the Good Doctor.”


There are moments in time where only a single granule of sand shifts the tides of history…

The ripples, cascading effects, of these granules of time that etch out our history…

It is this compounded history that becomes what we understand to be knowledge…

Pushing out the weak - while pulling the strong ever closer to their destinies, it is these tides that shift the narratives of our collective journeys to create new futures.

Moments like these…

A child, barely a few decades old, stood facing a figurative behemoth.

The clashing of two that might one day join under one ideology.

The Ideology of the Ribbon…

Shinji: "I'm about to mop the floor with you!"

Mazu: “Tch…”

Shinji’s body jetisoned towards Mazu’s own, hoping to catch the Good Doctor off guard, launching himself forward in a definitive assault aimed to land a harsh right-handed blow into the Android’s abdomen. As per his own marital understandings, this physician’s response was cold, swift, and calculated. The child’s own body, indeed, sailed to his right side as he stepped inward and to the left of the boy, exposing him to an onslaught designed to disorient and disable the demon.

Shinji’s arm swinging towards his belly, awkwardly attempted to shift mid-swing as Mazu countered - however, logically even if he were to attempt this swift change of movement, due to its original target, his blow would not only possibly lose strength with this sudden change but would not accurately be able to land given Shinji’s previous hand positioning as well as Mazu’s own shift into a countering stance. Moreso, as Mazu’s own counter moved into action, the right hand of Shinji used to attempt this blow was the very same hand in which the Doctor attempted, and succeeded in, taking hold of and redirecting. Therefore, as Shinji attempted to shift his swing upward, presumably throwing his center of gravity into disarray as his weight shifted behind trajectory, Mazu’s counter step and grabbing of his wrist would follow through, allowing Mazu to step into the guard of the Demon child while moving to yank both of their right hands behind him, effectively destroying the boy’s guarding stance. Through using the boy’s own shifting momentum, his own dead-stopping counter-weight, and the knowledge of redirective Tai-Chi - Shinji Devilman would come to understand the folly of his assault.

Unable, or unwilling, to stop his inward step, it was not the yanking of his arm that pressed Mazu’s elbow into his diaphragm, but the proximity the Doctor had established from the very beginning. The yanking of his arm only insinuated and amplified the effectiveness of this technique; it was not its prerequisite, and his attempts to free his limb would not restrict the Android's critical movement.

Simply shifting his head to the side as Shinji’s hand attempted to pathetically connect as Dr.Aoi’s elbow now drove deep into the child’s belly, the Mad Physician could easily perceive the next bodily reaction…
Snapping forward, almost headbutting Mazu in the process, Shinji would have taken this blow to his diaphragm - pushing the very air from the child’s lungs. Tilting his forearm as the child’s body moved, it would not be Mazu’s own head but the back of his steeled knuckles to meet Shinji’s face at the collective strength of Shinji’s own attack and the Doctor’s expert follow-up connecting blow to this counter.

And through all of this, this devilish smile had never left the child’s face…

Even while taking the depowered fist of the leader of the Red Ribbon head-on, this boy had not faltered. He had not shown fear. His smile had never broken…

Shinji: "Come on, is that all you've got?"

He couldn’t help but ignore the child’s tauntings, an obvious play of mental warfare. Due to Mazu’s own choice to disguise himself and the extent of his own capabilities, it was fully possible for the child to still be standing, given the current anatomical and energy readings projected across Dr.Aoi’s cybernetic optics. Despite this, given the strength behind the blows taken, it was likely for blood to start leaking from the child’s lip or nose, while his stamina would have taken a direct blow as the air had been removed from his lungs. And so, ever the tactician, Dr.Aoi would follow in fact follow through with his initial counter by driving his shoulder into the child in order to force him stumbling several dozen feet away. Able to have sent the boy flying from the ring, this was an attempt to keep the general public from noticing the abnormalities of his being, while giving his opponent a newfound modicum of respect…

Mazu: “Again…”


Sliding his feet beneath him at his shoulder-lengths, The Anti-Life Physican’s would shift low as if taking an invisible seat so that his core sat firm at his center. Throwing his arms out and extending them straight out at his sides as the child’s body would finally come to its inevitable stop, he would again speak.

Mazu: “I want you… To try that again…”

Rotating his hands so that his right palm faced the sky above, while his left greeted the earth below, he would shift his shoulders so that he may send both of his limbs into a swift circular motion before bringing them to a stop just after a single full rotation. Closing this stance by bringing his arms back inwards, pressing his palms together - a faint tinge of charged Ki would have begun to accumulate.

Mazu: “This time, without telegraphing your Ki. Step in with your left foot as you throw the blow, and rotate your hips at a 90 degree angle upon a 50 degree axis…”

As if compressing an immense amount of pressure, suddenly the good Doctor’s hands would start to visibly emit a violent crimson aura, releasing radiant streaks of pulsating fiery light into the air about him. Having gone undeterred, due to the state of Shinji after being sent sprawling - the Doctor had now plausibly be given enough time to enact the first of his Android model’s signature techniques, performable only by the Red Ribbon Aoi Models. Allowing for his hands to spread apart, only a few inches, a miniature blood-red orb would appear to have formed. Menacing, crackling with energy, and obviously lethal - this was a Deadly Bomber of a smaller proportion, however, still enough to destroy a small building or city block. Staring out at the child, just past his view of and in front his freshly formed destructive technique, Mazu thought to himself before the boy reacted to this impending doom…

Why not give this boy an opportunity…

Whoever said you couldn't grow to adore your appetizer and still have room left for the main course?

Mazu: “Fail…

And I assure you, you will lose…

Succeed…

Succeed, and I’ll make you into something beautiful…”

Stepping in place back into his full standing position, Mazu’s right hand would drop back to his side as his left lifted, outstretched with his palm facing the child, obviously threatening the boy. His words were like a honeyed poison or a gilted dagger aimed to pin the child down and cut him into whatever piece fits the narrative of the Ribbon. A bit of mental manipulation of his own, laced with intent and hints of his own magical aptitude. Hovering only a few centimeters from the fibers of the Doctor’s Ki wrappings sat the Doctor's favored technique: Deadly Bomber, primed and ready to fire at the child’s first sign of movement after having been sent flying. His body, oddly, still surging with Ki…

Almost as if his anatomy was still charging…

Waiting…

Coiling itself with energy like a trap ready to snap shut…

Kindly, patiently awaiting its trigger…

Mazu: “You better stay interesting, kid, or I’ll have no reason to experiment with you any further…”


Max Power Level 17,000
Ki Restricting Wraps -5,000
Current Power Level 12,000
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[Monkey D. Kami]

In a blinding instant, Shinji found himself engulfed by a furious barrage of counterattacks, each blow landing with deliberate intent and unerring precision. These devastating impacts sent the devil-man reeling back several feet, yet it was a trial he seemed capable of enduring. His formidable physique and inherent enhanced durability proved pivotal in his resistance to the relentless damage. As he swiftly regained his footing, he snorted, a crimson spray escaping his nostrils, before a faint silver aura briefly enveloped his form, his body miraculously mending itself. "Well, damn," he rasped, a menacing grin still etched upon his features as he wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve. "You certainly pack one hell of a punch; that's for damn sure." To have been dismissed was one thing, but to now confront such profound adversity, teetering on the precipice of death itself, his eyes widened with the stark realization that he was utterly outmatched. Despite this grim assessment, a thrill coursed through him; his adrenaline surged, energy coursing through his veins, igniting an almost perverse excitement.

Mazu: "Again…"

Mazu commanded, his voice carrying the weight of a seasoned mentor guiding a promising, if unruly, pupil. His demeanor exuded a humble confidence, an unshakeable certainty in his own power. Shinji, though still smarting, offered a defiant smirk; surrender was not yet an option. This only solidified his resolve to push beyond his current limits in his pursuit of victory. A direct assault, he now understood, would prove utterly futile. Lacking the means to accurately gauge Mazu's true capabilities, the precise disparity in their raw speed and power remained elusive, yet it was undeniably clear that Mazu held the distinct advantage.

"Nah… I'm beat," he conceded, a soft chuckle escaping him as he readily embraced his defeat. Shinji's grin remained, not one of disappointment, but of a frank acknowledgment that his abilities had been thoroughly outmatched. His opponent had effortlessly countered his last rush attack, yet his decision to withdraw wasn't born of fear. In truth, his motivation was entirely self-centered. "You know, I'm actually quite hungry," he remarked, just as an aggressive growl emanated from his stomach. He then casually interlocked his fingers behind his head, letting his palms rest against his neck in a gesture of relaxed surrender.

"Besides, fighting means I'll just have to get creative and go all out, and it's kinda hard to do that on an empty stomach."

Shinji let out a menacing laugh, though it wasn't aimed at mocking Mazu. The aggressive aura that had surrounded him moments before swiftly dissipated, but this didn't mean his guard was down. With a simple, almost imperceptible hand gesture, a small cloud of gray smoke swirled around his palm before vanishing, revealing a bag of "Sweet Heat BBQ" chips. His eyes, usually sharp and focused, now sparkled with a mix of greed and gluttony. It was just a simple snack, yet to Shinji, every single bite was a moment to be savored – a symphony of salty, sweet, and a sharp, spicy sting. His mouth watered at the mere sight of the bag, which he clutched to his chest like a cherished stuffed animal, his eyes wide with pure joy. For a brief moment, he completely zoned out, entering his own imaginary space field, filled with massive bundles and giant, floating "Sweet Heat BBQ" chips. As he tore open the bag, the aroma only deepened his euphoric state. Shinji was, without a doubt, unbelievably obsessed with this humble bag of chips.

*NOM*

The moment he took that first bite, an astonishing surge of ki erupted from him, violently shattering the ground beneath his feet. His aura blared wildly, engulfing him entirely in a blinding crimson light

*NOM NOM NOM*

Despite Shinji stuffing his face, the crowd looked on in utter confusion, staring in complete silence. They couldn't quite tell if this was some bizarre battle of entertainment or if the "devil kid" had simply gotten bored and decided he was done participating.A random voice from the crowd broke the quiet, "Boooooo!! What the hell is this kid doing? He's going to..."His sentence was abruptly cut short. He felt as if he'd just stared death right in the face.Shinji had stopped eating.The sheer force of Shinji's glare, directed at the heckler, was enough to make the fellow in the crowd collapse to his knees – a weak, incompetent individual who clearly understood nothing about the profound battle between two true warriors. As prideful and obnoxious as Shinji was, he wasn't afraid to admit defeat, though fortunately, this wasn't one of those times. He grinned, turning his attention back to Mazu, his sharp teeth still gleaming. With a quick, sudden burst of flames, he incinerated the chip bag into ashes. He tried once more to get a read on Mazu, squinting his eyes, but still, he sensed absolutely nothing. This genuinely puzzled him. He crossed his arms, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Yeah, you're definitely not..." He expressed his feeling that Mazu was strange, that something was clearly off about him. He couldn't sense a single thing emanating from him, as if he were a ghost or even a dead body. "So what the hell are you??"Shinji pondered this human's existence, a situation he'd never encountered before – a human whose ki he couldn't sense. He had so many questions.​

Max Power Level: 9,000
Current Power Level: 8,500​

 

[The Good Doctor]

“Shush… It's nothing more than a test… Let us begin.”



Shinji:"Nah… I'm beat... Besides, fighting means I'll just have to get creative and go all out, and it's kinda hard to do that on an empty stomach."

A child's jest, yet intelligent enough to recognize when he was defeated.
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The combination of blows received was enough to pulverize stone, and yet the child carried himself with gusto.

It was not just the hidden power festering within the Good Doctor, but a calculated and brutal level of skill structuring his counter and the tactile defense he presented while staring the boy down in the form of a condensed fluxation of his own Ki, projected into the size of a small baseball-like orb - while powerful enough to destroy the entirety of the arena at only a fraction of the Android's power. As the child spoke, confusion washed over Mazu as the announcer spoke to declare the disqualification by forfeit offered by the demon child. Though still almost boiling over with energy, the boy thought it better to refuse further conflict and defuse the situation by pulling what appeared to be snack chips from a sudden puff of grey smoke, brimming with the magical signature of the demon realm. Catching every moment and analyzing the radiant energy, the good doctor's position shifted from an offensive posture to that of a more relaxed stance - hands dropping to his sides as his eyes shifted over to what appeared to be the horizon as the boy finished speaking. Still aware of his surroundings, Ki roared throughout his synthetic frame as his demeanor remained focused. The crimson messenger of the Red ribbon was still tingling within his palm's grasp. Death condensed, a literal bomb gathering into a form that looked petty in opposition to its true lethal extent.

His appetizer, apparently, brought to an abrupt halt...

Shinji: "Yeah, you're definitely not... So what the hell are you??

The boy's words were mischievous and filled with intrigue as he studied the physician before him, looking over the man's physique and taking note of the awkward valley effect caused by his near-perfect form. It was obvious that he was attempting to cross-analyze him, lacking the proper tools or equipment to break through the majin qualities of his synthetic flesh. Unable to tell his composite, the child was only confused further as he looked over his opponent. Fortunately, the Physician felt the same as he stared back at the child. A being constructed of biological and magical material, powered by what appeared to be a powerful fluctuation of energies centralized about his heart's right ventricle. At first, he was nothing but an appetizer, and yet, the small interactions he'd had with this boy had brought down Mazu's personal defenses and allowed him to be more genuine with the demon broodling. A transaction of good faith, the conviction to break one another through trades of fists, an understanding gained through a simple transfer of blows. The most primal method of understanding, and yet, the one most effective when it came to ambitions and rambunctious youth like Shinji. He offered the boy pointers and advice when he should have given him nothing but his marital malice. He pulled back and allowed distance, where he could have pressed his attack and beaten the child into a bloodied pulp across these arenas. His ki-restraints caused his skin to feel as if it burned upon contact with his bandages while his Ki flowed wildly to create a minuscule version of his signature technique: "S.S Deadly Bomber". Everything about this scenario spoke to Mazu's tremendous ability and a glowing opportunity to turn, not only Shinji, but the collective of fighters present to these arenas into atomized cinders...

His right hand closed swiftly around the circumference of his technique, snuffing it out at its core as the residual Ki calmed and circulated back into his anatomy, ending the threat to all of those present at the Tournaments. A grace this anti-villian would only show, once, to these people. A congregation of nothing but mere subjects to be studied, fools waiting to be erased, and children playing at true combat...

And yet, still... his kin.

Mazu: "North... Come to the North and I'll tell you all about it."

His words, both stoic and playful as he turned his back to the child, environmental awareness forcing him to continue to focus both Ki and cybernetics into pinpointing every scanned being's location within the vicinity of the Tournament arena grounds and the surrounding vendors and parking lots. His face furrowed with frustration as his goal seemed to be simply "erased" from his view, apparently disappearing entirely from this conceivable plane without so much as a noticeable technique or spatial rift...

Just like before...

Countless lives lost, erased, rebuilt, and replaced...

Some returned...

Some remained the same...

While the majority seemed to forget...

Countless universes, timelines, and dimensions lost.

Destroyed and reconstructed into a plaything of the Omni-Queen in her jealousy at what stood before.

Another opportunity, stolen from him by the Omni...

Almost as important to him as his thesis to evolve the universe, his hatred of the Omni sent the artificially enhanced Majin-infused blood in his body to nearly boil in outrage. There was nothing else that could explain how the Majin he'd found and been observing could suddenly disappear into a sudden pocket of nothingness. An interruption in his machinations by the vengeful Omni, standing in the path of all those they deem insignificant. The Good Doctor could feel his mentality shifting from the joyous physician to the man who sought the Anti-Life Equation... Though, in this moment of darkness, in the brief second as to where Mazu could have easily mutilated all present to the tournament and released the rage at losing his query upon all of those present... There stood a childish young Demon, brimming with potential and sporting a sense of confidence that shone like a bright light through the clouds of malefescence that nearly brought a true calamity onto Earth. While this was not the moment, the Omni would one day feel the retribution of the Multiversal Ribbon.

Mazu: "I can show you more than you could ever imagine... Though, are you brave enough to face the darkness, or will you stay and remain the little spark that you are... Such flames, they deserve proper care. I can show you what it'd take for you to evolve into something beautiful... Isn't that right... Scalli?"

His words were directed towards a person that he'd sensed entering the parameters of the Tournament at the start of his own bout, an ally from a time long ago. A figure hidden by the shade of an old cedar, his form instantly recognizable by the Red Ribbon Commander to be that of someone who not only acted as his right hand, but the most powerful ally of the ancient wars lost to the Omni-Queen's fickle acts. Once one of his greatest friends, now a distant stranger who roamed the galaxy. Though Mazu hadn't turned his head to acknowledge the man's location, his respect for him was palpable as his animosity that washed over the arena in this moment of beligerent anger, pouring out a quickly flowing pressurized wave of Ki over those watching from the stands, apparently still under his control, divided about the section that harbored his ally and left his surroundings undisturbed. His emotions flaring, his awareness was still expertly present. This location... No... This world could not handle the caliber of conflict that would take place if Mazu and Scalli decided to bare their fangs at one another...

Mazu: "Still the ever-present voyuer, too shy to come hug your best friend? Come, we have much to discuss..."

Stepping away from the child that sat gawking at him, Mazu accepted his victory with grace, resigned to finding new study material elsewhere, despite noticing a peculiar female with demonic energies that had previously barely progressed through the pre-elims. His scientific mind essentially salivating, there were other, more important tasks at hand as notifications from his scouting drone simulacra sent data packets streamed directly to the interfaces of his cybernetic optical implants. Discord and chaos were taking place about the Northern Regions, leading towards his secondary laboratories established on Earth, hidden away within the Arctic. Strange occurrences leading towards the south. Brutal aliens are invading the East. Something was happening that those at these tournament grounds had yet to come to understand - however, an event Mazu knew all too well. Having survived the invasion of Lychee, forced to conquer a distant realm, this was a sensation all too familiar. The first notions of the end of an entire world.

The Invasion had begun...

Mazu: "Kid... Things are going to get real eventful here, real soon... If you run into an issue, read the words of this card aloud. I'll offer you a haven in case what's to come proves to be too much. If not, still... Keep the card. I have a feeling you'll find use of it..."

As the Dark Emperor of Ater walked away from Shinji, his left hand would come up to shoulder level before releasing a melancholy wave back at the child. As his fingers moved, a sudden and small black puff of smoke would appear and explode just a few feet before the child - a mixture of magic and programmed nanite machinery. Programmed to create and form physical structure, lock usage of the item to the designated target, and arrange an automatic destruction mechanism in case of any form of tampering - a crimson-hued metallic card would aburptly appear and drop to the ground before Shinji, its edges black and humming with a magical signature that linked the card directly to Mazu Aoi - completing a synergy that deny all but shinji the ability to even notice (Visually See) this object. Its use was singular, a direct method of travel to a realm lost to the darkness. It was this child's ambition to release his rage and burn everything. It was up to him to chase the after this Good Doctor into the darkness and measure whether his light would be enough to pierce the abyss...

Unable to distinguish its use through observation or analysis, this item was created to test the measure of a being. To introduce a strange concept amongst strangers. To force a soldier to commit a cardinal sin.

He asked the child... To trust.

Mazu: "See ya later Shinji...

I have a feeling you'll be a blast..."

Leaping up and out from the Arena onto a nearby advertising board, Mazu hoped that Scalli would follow in attendance to confront the new threats to North City, departing from the Tournament grounds.

Leaving everyone alive...

For now...

Mazu:
"I'll be back to taste you soon..."

Max Power Level 17,750
Ki Restricting Wraps -5,000
Current Power Level 12,750
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