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The sun had long vanished beyond the horizon, leaving only the moon's silver glow to illuminate the chaos engulfing Kuoh City. A chilling wind swept through the streets, carrying the echoes of terrified screams as civilians fled in terror.

Atop a crumbling building, Garou, the Hero Hunter, stood like a specter of destruction. His piercing gaze surveyed the devastation below, his expression unreadable. The ground trembled beneath him as a monstrous entity—a Cthulhu-like abomination—rose from the abyss.

Its massive, grotesque form pulsed with an eerie glow, dozens of glowing, otherworldly eyes staring hungrily at the city. Its countless writhing tentacles slithered across the streets, crushing everything in their path. The scent of salt and decay filled the air, thick enough to choke the lungs of anyone unfortunate enough to be nearby.

A deep, guttural voice echoed across Kuoh, reverberating like the whispers of an ancient god.

"BEHOLD AND TREMBLE BEFORE ME, PUPPETS OF GOD! THE DAY HAS FINALLY COME! RYOUNOUSUKE, WATCH ME FROM HEAVEN WITH PRIDE, FOR THEY SHALL WITNESS OUR ULTIMATE COOL!"

As the monstrous being bellowed its declaration, Garou's body underwent a terrifying transformation. His muscles bulged, his skin darkened into a shadowy hue marked with jagged patterns that pulsed with power. His eyes—now burning with an almost inhuman glow—reflected nothing but raw, predatory instinct.

This was no longer just Garou, the Hero Hunter.

This was a force of nature.

A slow smirk formed on his lips as he cracked his knuckles.

"You think you're some nightmare?" His voice was laced with amusement, almost mocking. "You're just another stepping stone toward my ultimate goal."

The eldritch beast howled, its colossal tentacles lashing toward him with devastating force. But Garou was faster. He leaped from the rooftop, landing effortlessly on the pavement just as the ground split apart beneath him.

A blur. A shadow. A predator.

With inhuman speed, he dodged the monstrous limbs that sought to ensnare him, weaving between them like a phantom. His movements were graceful, almost too precise to be real. A violent whirlwind of counterattacks followed—his fists striking with the power of a storm, breaking the monster's defenses one blow at a time.

Meanwhile, on a distant rooftop, a small group of onlookers watched the battle unfold.

Ravel Phoenix gasped, her golden locks swaying in the cold night air as she turned toward the injured girl beside her. "How are you feeling now, Emilia-san?"

Emilia, still weak but far better than before, smiled in gratitude. "Much better… whatever that thing was, it worked wonders."

Ravel nodded, holding up a small, empty vial. "Phoenix Tears. A treasure of our house. It can heal almost anything." She offered a soft smile. "Consider it a thank-you gift—for helping us back there."

Puck, floating protectively beside Emilia, watched the battle in awe. His feline eyes shimmered with an almost childlike wonder. "I've never seen anything like this before."

Emilia followed his gaze, watching Garou move through the battlefield with terrifying precision.

"He's not just fighting it," Puck murmured.

"He's… dancing."

•

The battlefield stretched endlessly before Koneko, the sky above swirling with darkened clouds as the ground cracked beneath the pressure of two titanic forces. Dust and embers danced in the wind as she stood firm, her gaze locked onto her opponent—the White Dragon Emperor, Valiana Lucifer.

The air itself crackled with power, a raw and untamed force that set the entire battlefield alight. Blue flames, infused with Matatabi's primal energy, flickered around Koneko's form, intertwining with the radiance of Sage Mode. Her body pulsed with strength, her skin adorned with ancient Sage markings that seemed to hum with a life of their own. But this was no ordinary Sage Mode—this was something forbidden.

A fusion of Juubi-derived chakra and natural energy, a power few in history had even dreamed of wielding.

Valiana smirked, the battle-thirst glinting in her piercing eyes. "I didn't expect you to be this strong, little kitten," she admitted, stretching her wings. "You're even more of a challenge than that pervert Red Dragon."

Koneko's golden eyes burned with determination. "I still haven't shown you everything, Valiana-san. We will defeat you."

And then—she moved.

A blur of fire and motion. The battlefield trembled as she shot forward, the sheer force of her speed splitting the earth beneath her feet. In one fluid motion, she raised her hand and unleashed hell.

"Fire Style: Majestic Destroyer Blue Flame!"

A colossal torrent of Matatabi's fire erupted forth, its hue brighter than the sun, deeper than the ocean. The flames weren't merely hot—they were devastation incarnate. Everything in their path—earth, air, and even the very energy attacks launched by Valiana—was consumed in an instant.

Rias gasped, watching the inferno unfold before her eyes. "Amazing…" She had known Koneko was growing stronger, but this? This was beyond anything she had imagined.

Beside her, Azazel let out a low chuckle. "I must admit, Rias Gremory, you've gathered quite the peerage. If they continue at this rate, you'll soon be a force to be reckoned with."

"Yeah! Koneko-chan, you're on fire!" Issei whooped, pumping his fist in the air. "Let's win this for our King!"

Xenovia, however, felt a chill run down her spine. Just a month ago, she had barely considered Koneko a powerhouse within Rias' peerage. Now? Now, she was witnessing something terrifying.

"What the hell kind of training did she undergo when she was kidnapped by Black Flash?" she thought, gripping her sword tighter. "And if she's this strong… what about the others? Are we even prepared to face the Chaos Brigade?"

A gnawing unease settled in her chest.

Because if Koneko had transcended her limits this much…

Then Black Flash and Kuroka were on an entirely different level.

And the battlefield was only just heating up.

•

From the shadows, a group of figures watched the unfolding battle with wide-eyed intensity. At the forefront was Kuroka, her feline golden eyes narrowed in disbelief. Dressed in a flowing black kimono, she gripped the fabric tightly, her claws subtly digging into the silk.

Beside her stood Bikou, Arthur Pendragon, and the rest of Team Valianna, all equally stunned by the sight before them.

Kuroka's breath hitched. "N-Nya! How?! How can my little Shirone use Senjutsu like this?! And... what is that power inside her?!"

Bikou's jaw clenched, his usually playful demeanor replaced by rare seriousness. "Natural energy?! No way—this isn't normal. There's no chance in hell a devil would know how to utilize and master Senjutsu to this level. It has to be an outside force."

Before they could process it further, Koneko moved.

Faster than a whisper.

With a graceful leap, she vanished from sight, reappearing just behind Valiana. In her raised palm, a massive Rasengan formed—its swirling energy infused not with its usual blue glow, but with Matatabi's living flames.

A Rasengan of Pure Fire.

Without hesitation, Koneko slammed it into the ground.

The battlefield shook violently.

A shockwave of blistering heat ripped through the air, sending molten earth and shattered rock flying in all directions. Screams echoed in the distance as the fiery explosion expanded outward, scorching everything in its path. The very air warped under the sheer ferocity of her flames.

When the dust settled, Valiana Lucifer knelt in the center of the destruction, panting heavily. Her body was battered, her breath ragged—yet she was smiling. A wicked, thrilled grin stretched across her face.

She was enjoying this.

"Impossible…" Kuroka whispered, her heart hammering. She could barely believe what she was witnessing. "Shirone… my little Shirone… she's become this strong behind my back?!"

Arthur adjusted his glasses, his sharp eyes analyzing the battlefield. "The real question is—how? From what I've observed, this can't be the result of Rias Gremory's training alone." His voice was calm, but his tone carried weight. "If Rias Gremory had guided her, the entire peerage would be at this level. But they aren't. And yet, Koneko… she's nearly as strong as our leader."

"No... she isn't even using Juggernaut Mode… yet." Bikou crossed his arms, nodding. "That's not the only mystery. Our leader's different too. She vanished for a month… and now she's here, wielding a power none of us recognize."

He exchanged glances with his teammates. "Could there be a connection between the two?"

A moment of silence passed between them.

Then Arthur smirked. "Probably. But for now… we wait. Unless she calls us in, we'll let this play out."

•

Garou blurred through the battlefield, a crimson streak of destruction that the gigantic horror couldn't keep up with. Every strike shattered bone, every impact ripped through the creature's flesh, but its monstrous regeneration kept bringing it back.

And yet—Garou could tell.

It was afraid.

Gilles de Rais, the wretched summoner at the core of the abomination, let out a furious bellow.

"Useless! Useless! Useless! No matter what you do, you cannot defy my greatest masterpiece, heretic! You are nothing but a speck before my divine creation! I swear, when I catch you, I will grind you into the filth you belong to!"

Garou grinned, his sharp teeth glinting under the flickering light of destruction. His eyes gleamed with a dark amusement, sensing the shift in battle.

"What's wrong?" He laughed, dark and menacing. "Losing your nerve?"

The eldritch beast twitched. Its movements, once confident and relentless, had turned erratic, desperate. The way its tentacles lashed out wasn't an act of **dominance—**it was panic.

Garou chuckled. "I can feel it. You're afraid, aren't you? Afraid of me."

Gilles roared in denial. "Watch your tongue! You are nothing but a fleeting nuisance! I will not stop until I tear the divine from their throne!"

The beast lunged, its entire body quaking with madness. The ground beneath them cracked and shattered, the sky itself shrouded in the creature's writhing darkness.

Garou danced through the carnage, his movements fluid, effortless.

The thrill surged through him. The rush of power—this was what he lived for.

Size no longer mattered. Power no longer frightened him.

He was beyond such limitations now.

Then, something clicked.

'I feel it…!'

Everything he had learned, every technique he had absorbed, every battle that had forged him into what he was today…

Not Water Rock Smashing Fist.

Not Whirlwind Iron Cutting Fist.

Not Exploding Heart Releasing Fist.

Not Tiger Fang Iron Fist.

Not anything that old man had taught him.

No.

This was his own technique.

Through battle, through blood, through sheer, relentless survival—Garou had created something entirely his own.

His aura shifted, twisting into something new. Something monstrous. Something divine.

Since this wretched beast had dared to speak of gods…

Garou would answer in kind.

A dark wind howled around him. The air trembled.

Garou raised his fist, his voice echoing like a thunderclap:

"Yes, be proud. You are the first to witness my new technique…

MONSTER CALAMITY GOD SLAYER FIST!"

Flashback

"Breaking tiles?"

"Yes… I think I'll let this newcomer show his skills." The white-haired old man's voice carried the weight of experience, his eyes gleaming with quiet amusement.

A burly senior smirked, cracking his knuckles. "Heh… time for the seniors to set an example."

The moment he slammed his hand down, a sickening crunch echoed through the dojo.

"Gyaaaaaaa!"

The big man recoiled, clutching his bruised hand in pain.

The old man sighed. "It's ceramic, not wood. You'll only hurt yourself if you rely on brute force alone… That's what I was going to say."

"Tch! There's no way anyone can break those things!"

Then—

CRACK.

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.

SHATTER.

Two figures stood frozen in shock as the ceramic tiles lay in fragments at Garou's feet.

Garou grinned at them, rolling his shoulders as if the feat was nothing.

"Oho!" The white-haired old man chuckled, his interest piqued. "You've almost broken them all…"

Garou's sharp gaze fell on the last remaining ceramic tile—the only one he had failed to destroy.

His fingers twitched.

He clenched his fist.

He remembered this feeling.

Flashback End

A dark wind howled through the battlefield.

Garou's monstrous form pulsed with an unholy light, his body radiating power so intense that the air itself cracked around him.

He gritted his teeth, muscles coiling, heart pounding.

"You should've stayed in the depths where you belong…" His voice was a low, menacing growl, his predatory eyes locking onto the quivering horror before him. "But now—you're going to die here… by my hand!"

The abomination shrieked, its towering mass convulsing in terror.

It knew.

It KNEW.

This was the end.

Garou roared, his entire being consumed in a violent, monstrous aura.

With one final, devastating strike, he drove his fist into the creature's core—

A fist that shattered everything.

The sky split open.

The world trembled.

The beast screamed in agony, its body crumbling away into oblivion.

"GWAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! NO! NO!!! I DON'T ACCEPT THIS RESULT! I'M NOT DONE YET!!!"

The voice of Gilles de Rais echoed through the collapsing battlefield, his madness spiraling into the abyss.

"I STILL HAVE THE SACRED DUTY TO DELIVER DIVINE RETRIBUTION!!! TO AVENGE MY POOR JEANNE!!! NOT AGAIN!!!"

But his cries were meaningless.

There was no god coming to save him.

Garou had already decided his fate.

And fate had no mercy.

"He… he did it. He killed it… with one punch."

Ravel Phoenix whispered in awe, her eyes wide, her breath caught in her throat. The battlefield still smoldered, the very air trembling with the aftershock of what she had just witnessed.

She couldn't comprehend it.

The sheer power. The dominance.

This was beyond anything she could have imagined.

Nearby, Emilia exhaled, relief washing over her as she gazed at the figure standing amidst the wreckage. "You're really strong, Garou-kun. I'm glad you're okay."

Yet deep inside, a thought haunted her.

I must become stronger… so I won't be a burden to those who protect me.

The earth trembled, buildings groaned, and then—

Silence.

The dust settled.

Amidst the shattered ruins, Garou stood tall.

His monstrous form still pulsed with unearthly energy, the faint embers of his ultimate attack flickering around him. His inhuman eyes gleamed—not just with triumph, but with something more.

Satisfaction.

He gazed down at the ruins of the once-mighty abomination.

And then, slowly—his grin widened.

He felt it.

The moment every martial artist chases but never reaches.

The epitome.

The absolute peak.

He clenched his fist, feeling its weight, its perfection. The journey, the struggles, the countless battles—it had all led to this moment.

"This guy claimed to be the bringer of Divine Retribution?" Garou scoffed, tilting his head as he exhaled. "Wrong."

He flexed his fingers, his monstrous aura slowly fading as his form returned to normal.

"This… was a blessing."

He looked down at his fist—the very weapon that had shattered everything in his path.

His voice dropped to a murmur, a whisper only the wind could carry.

"Old man… I finally broke them all."

To be continued...