He stepped
forward, fire surging under his boots with every stomp.
The
Phoenix’s voice echoed once more, soft and proud.
>
**Phoenix:** “Make this rage... burn eternal.”
And Hajime
roared—
>
“**RAAAAAAGE ON!!**”
Then he
**charged**, the battlefield trembling beneath the heat of two titanic siblings
clashing once more. Jessica's cocky grin had faded.
Her
punches, once blazing with confidence, were now getting **slapped aside** like
embers in a storm. Hajime didn’t just fight—he **dominated**.
Every step
he took cracked the ground.
Every swing
of his flaming fist sent *shockwaves* through the arena.
Jessica
tried to retaliate—
> “Fire
Angel Barrage!”
—but Hajime
vanished mid-air and *reappeared* above her like a meteor.
>
**Hajime:** “Nice trick—**but I don’t need tricks. I’m the fucking *ace*.**”
He kicked
her straight in the stomach with a **Blue Flame Iron Hammer**, launching her
backward like a bullet across the field. She hit the wall hard, coughing, her
flame aura **shattered**.
The crowd
was dead silent.
Even her
teammates stood frozen.
Rizra
leaned toward Daka.
>
**Rizra (quietly):** “He’s not holding back anymore.”
> **Daka
(nodding):** “That’s Hajime when he’s serious... when pride and rage are in
sync.”
Jessica
tried to stand—blood on her lip, her arms trembling—but Hajime walked forward
slowly, boots sparking with flame.
>
**Jessica (panting):** “...You weren’t this strong before.”
>
**Hajime:** “You weren’t trying to beat me before.”
She threw
another punch in desperation—but Hajime grabbed her wrist with one hand,
twisted, and brought her to her knees.
>
**Hajime:** “You wanted to fight me like an equal. Now you understand… you were
never close.”
His blue
flames flared, the phoenix on his back glowing **brighter than ever**.
>
**Hajime (cold):** “Now sit down. And *watch*... as your big brother rages to
the end.”
And with
that, he raised his fist for one final blow—
Not to
destroy.
But to *end
it.*
The stadium
held its breath as the **phoenix flame spiraled into his punch**, descending
with the fury of his pride and the legacy of the Hamamoto name.
>
**“SPECTER DEVIL’S WRATH!!”**
The impact
lit up the arena like a **supernova**. Jessica was knocked out cold, her flames
extinguished completely.
The match
was over.
And Hajime
stood in the center of the field…
**Unburnt.
Unmatched. Unbroken.**
**Victor.**
As the smoke and dust settled from Hajime’s supposed final blow, the stadium
was silent—until **a sharp pulse of heat exploded outward** from Jessica's
body.
Everyone
turned. Their hearts stopped.
Her body
twitched.
Then, with
eyes now glowing a **deep crimson**, her hair floating and crackling with fire,
a red, hellish aura surrounded her like a living inferno. **It wasn’t normal
fire**. It moved like liquid hate.
>
**Bella (watching from the stands, eyes wide):** “Baku… this isn’t just her
pushing past her limit…”
> **Baku
(grim tone):** “Yeah… I didn’t think Jessica would ever awaken *that*. This is
bad.”
>
**Bella:** “She inherited it… from *you*, didn’t she?”
> **Baku
(clenched fists):** “The *Demonic Resolve*—also known as *De-Mada*.”
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At that
moment—**Hajime turned**, confused by the sudden spike in power.
And before
he could process anything—
>
**SLASH!!**
His **leg
was gone**.
**Blood
sprayed.**
He hadn’t
even seen her move.
>
**Hajime (shocked, stumbling):** “Wha… What the hell just happened…?”
He dropped
to one knee, sweat and blood mixing on his face, his body twitching in pain.
The phoenix on his back screeched but even it recoiled from the **killing
intent** radiating off Jessica.
>
**Jessica (voice deeper, darker, emotionless):** “...You were right. I was
never close. Until now.”
Her entire
form looked **demonic**—not out of rage, but out of a twisted focus. Her fists
no longer burned red, but *black and crimson*. Her flame was no longer her
own—it was a version passed down by *Baku*, known only to those who’ve tapped
into their **inner abyss**.
> **Baku
(inner monologue):**
>
“*Demonic Resolve… also known as De-Mada… is the state of absolute mental
stillness in battle, where anger is no longer rage, but purpose. It’s pure
killer instinct wrapped in fire. When I used it, I nearly burned through half a
city.*
> *And
now... Jessica has entered that same state.*”
>
**Bella (worried):** “She’ll destroy herself. Her body isn’t ready for it…”
Back on the
field, Hajime struggled to stand, blood gushing from where his leg used to be.
>
**Hajime (panting):** “You’re not... my little sister anymore.”
Jessica
slowly walked toward him, every step burning the ground beneath her.
>
**Jessica (flat):** “Then stop holding back.”
And the
crowd was silent again.
Now, **the
real fight was just beginning.** **Jessica’s body twitched again**—more violent
this time.
Flames
licked her arms, but they weren’t warm. They felt *wrong.* *Tainted.* The once
bright orange glow was now **deep crimson and black**, swirling like smoke
around her. Her eyes weren’t just glowing—they were *burning*, locked onto
Hajime with a look that wasn’t hers.
>
**Sockoo (whispers, barely breathing):** “She’s… out of control.”
> **Daka
(clutching his wounds):** “No… she wants to kill him. That’s not sparring
anymore. That’s *murderous intent*.”
Hajime,
clutching his bleeding stump, felt it too. It wasn’t just a power-up.
It was like
**death itself was staring him down**.
>
**Hajime (inner monologue):**
> “I’ve
fought monsters. I’ve fought demons. I’ve seen Strikeka up close.
> But
this…
> This
is different.
> This
is *family*.
> And
she’s going to kill me…”
Jessica
dashed forward—**Hajime couldn’t even react**.
She was
already there.
**BOOM!**
A flaming
fist crashed down—Hajime barely rolled aside. The *impact cratered* the arena
floor, flames spiraling in a tornado-like burst. **The crowd screamed.**
Officials didn’t move. They were frozen. *They knew this power.*
> **Baku
(standing halfway out his seat):** “Jessica… that’s enough!!”
She didn’t
hear him.
Didn’t even
flinch.
Her gaze
never left Hajime.
>
**Jessica (low, emotionless):** “You always had everything. They loved you
more. Even when they left you… they still talked about you. I had to be
stronger. I *had* to be better.”
Hajime’s
breathing grew sharp. His vision blurred. **Blood loss. Fatigue. Fear.**
>
**Hajime (softly):** “Jess… this isn’t you.”
She walked
forward.
>
**Jessica:** “Then kill me.”
>
**Hajime (yelling):** “I’m not killing my sister!!”
But her
fists ignited again—this time larger, more unstable. She wasn’t even thinking.
She was
becoming a bomb.
>
**Bella (terrified):** “Baku! She’s overloading! If she keeps burning like
that, she’ll—”
>
**Baku:** “—explode. I know.”
**In
Hajime’s eyes**, everything slowed. The air warped. His own aura flickered—he
was on the brink of collapse.
>
**Hajime (thinking):**
> “If I
don’t do something now… she’ll die.
> And
maybe I will too.”
Then—**a
faint whisper in his head**.
>
**Phoenix (inside Hajime’s mind):**
> “If
you let me in fully… I can stop her. But you’ll burn too.”
>
**Hajime:** “How much?”
>
**Phoenix:** “Maybe everything. But she’ll live.”
Hajime
clenched his fist, trembling.
>
**Hajime (softly):** “Then burn me.”
His aura
ignited—**not blue, but golden**.
He roared,
fire wrapping around his bleeding body, growing with the Phoenix’s magic.
>
**Hajime (yelling):** “JESSICA!!! I’M RIGHT HERE!!!”
And with
his **last ounce of strength**, **he charged into the storm.**
The final
clash wasn’t for victory.
It was **to
save family**.**The battlefield turned into chaos.**
Daka,
gasping, stood up shakily, golden wind curling around his arms. His breath was
ragged, eyes still locked on Hajime and Jessica’s escalating clash. But when
Hajime was sent crashing into a pillar and didn’t get back up immediately—
> **Daka
(gritting teeth):**
> “Nope.
That’s it. I’m done watching.”
He summoned
**ten thousand wind-forged blades** in the sky, ready to pin Jessica down
without killing her.
But—
>
**Jessica (voice echoing, twisted):**
>
“You’re in my way.”
She turned
her gaze toward him—**that stare alone stopped the wind**. She moved *once*,
and the arena shook. With a burst of **black flame wrapped in red lightning**,
she appeared in front of him.
**CRACK!**
One blow.
That was
all it took.
**Daka’s
body slammed into the barrier**, skidding across it before crashing into the
wall near the **Music Club members' seats**.
>
**Emily (screaming):** “DAKA!”
> **Yu
(catching him before he could fall farther):** “He’s unconscious… his aura is
fading…”
>
**Makoto:** “She one-shot him?! What the hell is this form!?”
Rizra
gritted her teeth, glaring at Jessica, heart pounding. She cracked her neck,
*not afraid*—just *pissed*.
>
**Rizra (whispering):**
> “You
mess with one of us… I break you.”
She dashed
forward, **unleashing a flurry of bone-shattering punches**, dodging the
unstable fire waves. She went low, uppercutting Jessica in the jaw, then
landing a spinning dropkick. Jess stumbled. **For a moment**, it looked like
Rizra had a chance.
But then…
Jessica’s
flames vanished into her body—**and her eyes turned *completely red.***
She didn’t
blink.
Didn’t
breathe.
She just
**moved**.
>
**Sockoo (panicking):** “Rizra, get back!!”
But it was
too late.
**BOOM!!**
Jessica’s
hand **pierced Rizra’s defense**, *a flaming shockwave launching Rizra across
the battlefield*. She skidded, flipped, and hit the edge of the barrier,
**cracked ribs and all**. Blood ran down her lips.
She tried
to stand—but her legs gave out.
>
**Rizra (coughing):**
> “Tch…
Hajime… better win this…”
And she
**collapsed.**
>
**Announcer (in horror):**
> “Rizra
is down!! Daka is down!! Jessica Hamamoto has defeated two of the four!! What
kind of monster is this?!”
**Only
Hajime remained now.**
But he
wasn’t fighting to win anymore.
**He was
fighting to survive.** As dust settled from Rizra’s fall and Jessica stood in
the center, wreathed in wild, demonic flames—**her aura cracked the very arena
walls**—Hajime, battered and limping from where his leg was brutally torn
earlier, finally stood tall.
Sockoo was
crawling toward him, blood running down her forehead, hand outstretched.
>
**Sockoo (breathing hard):**
>
“H-Hajime… we’ll fight her… together…”
Hajime
looked over his shoulder, his bangs shadowing his eyes. His mouth
trembled—**not with fear, but restraint**. The battlefield was silent, as if
the flames themselves were watching.
He spoke,
quietly at first.
>
**Hajime (softly):**
> “No.”
Then
louder.
>
**Hajime (with fire):**
> “No.
Stand back.”
Sockoo
froze.
>
**Sockoo (shocked):**
>
“W-What—?”
Hajime took
a step forward, and a **wave of pressure rippled across the stadium**. The heat
from Jessica’s demonic flames were intense, but **Hajime’s presence cut through
them like a blade**.
>
**Hajime (gritting his teeth):**
> “This
isn’t your fight anymore, Sockoo. I let you all carry me when I was told I
couldn’t fight. When I had to watch from the sidelines—powerless.”
>
**Hajime (voice trembling, fists clenched):**
> “But
that ends now.”
He looked
back at her one last time, eyes sharp, determined, and filled with something
that shook Sockoo to her core.
>
**Hajime:**
> “I’m
the one she wants. So I’ll be the one to stop her.”
Sockoo
opened her mouth to argue—but closed it.
There was
**no breaking that resolve**.
>
**Sockoo (thinking, stunned):**
> *He’s
serious. Not angry. Not panicked. This is… pure resolve. This is Hajime when he
decides to rage.*
As Hajime
stepped forward, his phoenix armor flared again. Despite the pain, despite the
blood—his one leg dug into the ground, **the phoenix flame forming a temporary
spectral limb**, glowing orange-red.
>
**Hajime (low and deadly):**
> “Jess…
if I’m going to die here, I’m dragging your ass with me.”
The crowd
held its breath.
**The real
fight was about to begin.** The flames around Hajime flickered violently—as if
unsure whether to explode or vanish—until the **small orange phoenix** on his
shoulder **let out a chirp** that sounded more like a war cry than a songbird.
>
**Phoenix (serious, voice echoing in Hajime's mind):**
> “You
sure about this? You’re half-dead. Full Armor Charge will kill you in this
state.”
Hajime,
breathing heavy, stared down Jessica, who now floated inches above the
ground—her **demonic form burning with an infernal aura**, red eyes glowing,
veins of fire crawling up her arms.
>
**Hajime (panting, eyes narrow):**
> “I
said… Semi-Armor Charge. That’s all I need.”
>
**Phoenix (grinning):**
> “Heh.
That’s more like it, Raging One.”
The phoenix
flapped its wings and instantly **merged with Hajime’s back**, sending a
massive pulse of heat and blue-orange energy outward. **Flames wrapped around
his arms, legs, and chest in a half-formed armor**, covering only the right
side of his body like a blazing warrior who refused full protection because he
didn’t fear death.
The white
“X” on Hajime’s chest armor began to glow a **brilliant blue**, and his left
eye turned orange-red like the phoenix's—burning with unwavering resolve.
>
**Announcer (yelling):**
>
“H-Hajime Hamamoto has entered—PHOENIX SEMI-ARMOR CHARGE MODE! This is
unprecedented!!”
Jessica
didn’t flinch. Her hair whipped around like flame. She smiled wide—**too
wide**—a demonic, eerie grin.
>
**Jessica (laughing eerily):**
> “Now
we’re talking, Onii-chan. Let’s see who survives.”
>
**Hajime (voice like thunder):**
> “I’m
not here to survive.”
>
**Hajime:**
> “I’m
here to rage.”
