Trascender : The Fourth Gust

Chapter 19 : I'm Justice

The silence of the void where Suchumus hung was shattered, not by sound, but by the sheer violence of motion. Kyusei, the caped savior, didn't hesitate. Grief for Yoraseeh, fury at Dentetsu's casual genocide, and the burning weight of his proclaimed 'justice' ignited into pure kinetic fury. He exploded forward, a brown blur against the backdrop of stars, leaving swirling eddies of distorted space in his wake.

His fists became a storm. Not elegant techniques, but raw, annihilating speed and power. Hundreds of blows rained towards Dentetsu in the space of a single cosmic breath; punches that could shatter planets, kicks that could alter the flow of the world, elbow strikes carrying the force of dying stars. Each strike screamed through the vacuum, trailing spirals of unleashed spiritual energy that scorched the glassy crater rim below.

Dentetsu didn't block. He flowed. His movements were minimal, economical to the point of absurdity. A subtle tilt of the head here, a fractional shift of the hip there, a sway back that defied perception. Kyusei's furious barrage passed through empty space Dentetsu had occupied a nanosecond before. It was like watching water flow around an immovable boulder. Dentetsu's expression remained one of mild boredom, his brown eyes tracking the onslaught with detached interest, his bare chest untouched, not even a ripple disturbing the air around him.

"RRRAAAGH!" Kyusei roared, the psychic blast carrying his frustration. He disengaged, hovering a kilometer away, chest heaving beneath the brown cape. The sheer futility of his assault was a cold shock. He's not even trying!

Realizing speed alone was futile, Kyusei abandoned restraint. He threw his arms wide, the worn brown cape billowing outwards. From deep within his core, a torrent of power erupted. It wasn't just spiritual energy; it was the condensed essence of his conviction, his centuries of existence, his justice. A blinding, golden-white aura exploded around him, radiating outwards like a newborn star. The light washed over the devastated Southern village, bleaching the glassy crater, making the distant mountains seem like paper cutouts. The sheer pressure made the very fabric of Suchumus groan; atmospheric pressure spiked, tectonic plates shifted minutely.

Dentetsu shielded his eyes, not from pain, but from the glare. A genuine flicker of surprise, then appreciation, crossed his brutal features. "Whoa," he rumbled, his voice carrying easily through the psychic and spatial distortion. "I'm... quite impressed." He lowered his hand, squinting at the blazing figure. "That's some serious energy you're packing there, Mister Saviour. More than most relics I've squashed. You're truly a strong one. For a mortal playing hero."

The condescension ignited Kyusei's fury anew. Impressed wasn't enough. He needed impact. He needed to hurt this monster. Channeling the colossal energy he'd unleashed, Kyusei clapped his hands together before his chest, then thrust them forward in a single, shoving motion.

BOOOOOOM-SSSHHHHH!

A visible shockwave, not of air but of pure, compressed spiritual force, erupted. It wasn't aimed; it was a hemisphere of obliterating energy expanding outwards at light speed, centered on Kyusei. Space itself warped, bending light into impossible curves. The shockwave hit Dentetsu like a cosmic tsunami.

For the first time, Dentetsu moved defensively. He didn't dodge; he braced, crossing his massive forearms before his chest. The force slammed into him with the weight of a collapsing star cluster. His boots ground into the glassy rock, carving deep furrows for kilometers as he was pushed back, back, back across the face of Suchumus. Mountains blurred past, oceans flashed beneath him, continents shrank to insignificance. In seconds, he was hurled bodily off the planet, tumbling through the void trailing streamers of displaced solar wind.