The Super Sentai

Lets see what you've got

In the dim corridors of the old school building, Rias and her cadre stood before the enigmatic sealed classroom. There was an air of curiosity and a faint hint of trepidation amongst us, as the air held an almost haunted quality. Rias, with an air of anticipation, turned to us and inquired if we were ready to uncover the secrets hidden within that ancient chamber.

With careful precision, Akeno took the step forward to break the seal. The resulting sound was chilling, like a scene out of a gripping horror movie—a sudden, alarming scream. A coffin emerged, as if conjured from the depths, and it seemed to cast an almost eerie spell over the moment. Rias, with a mixture of solemnity and intrigue, introduced the boy dressed in a female school uniform. He was revealed to be Gasper Vladi.

The unexpected occurred when I made contact with Gasper. Time, for a moment, seemed to halt as if the universe had momentarily paused. It dawned upon me that Gasper held a Sacred Gear, the Forbidden Balor View, and his lack of control over it led to his state of seclusion.

Following Rias and Akeno's departure for the Three Factions meeting preparations, the responsibility of aiding Gasper's training fell upon us. We undertook the task of coaching and guiding Gasper to master his abilities.

The unexpected arrival of Azazel added a surge of intrigue to the day. His abrupt appearance and subsequent advice on how to manage Gasper's Sacred Gear was like a swift gust of wind—brief but impactful.

In the midst of our activities, Kiba and Saito, our steadfast Dekarangers, engaged in a conversation with Doggie Kruger, preparing for the upcoming Three Factions gathering. Their discourse centered on readiness, the possible circumstances that could arise, and their role in handling any unforeseen events.

Our expedition into that sealed chamber, the perplexing revelation of Gasper's powers, and the arrival of key advisors—all set the stage for a deeper, more elaborate narrative yet to unfold. The intrigue mounted, and the prospect of our collective adventure grew ever more promising as we embarked on our journey into the unknown.

In a training area secluded from prying eyes, Kiba, adorned in his Dekaranger Blue suit, faced off against Saito, who had transformed into the striking Dekaranger Red. Their energies crackled in the charged air, a sense of anticipation bubbling between them.

Saito:"Let's see what you've got, Kiba," Saito declared, his voice laced with determination.

Kiba, equally focused, responded with an assured nod. 

Kiba:"I'm not holding back, Saito. Prepare yourself!"

With a swift motion, Saito made the first move, launching himself forward with a dynamic attack. His Dekaranger Red suit enhanced his agility, and he delivered a series of precise punches and kicks, showcasing his honed combat skills. Kiba adeptly blocked and parried Saito's strikes, displaying his prowess in hand-to-hand combat.

The fight intensified as they seamlessly exchanged blows, the echo of their Dekaranger suits' advanced abilities reverberating in their moves. Saito's movements were fluid, his red suit imbuing him with speed and agility. In response, Kiba, in his Dekaranger Blue suit, displayed impeccable defensive moves and strategic counterattacks.

Their battle was marked by an incredible display of strength and technique, a testament to their commitment to honing their Dekaranger abilities. The room was filled with an electric energy, each of them pushing their skills to the limit.

With a sudden surge of determination, Kiba launched a fierce spinning kick, aiming directly for Saito's midsection. Saito deftly evaded the attack, countering with a series of rapid jabs that Kiba barely managed to block in time.

As their fight progressed, the clash of their Dekaranger abilities painted a mesmerizing picture of strength and skill. It was evident that their dedication to mastering their suits was a testament to their unwavering determination and the remarkable bond they shared as comrades and fellow Dekarangers.

Their battle danced between strength and strategy. Saito's fluid moves were met by Kiba's focused defense, each showcasing their individual styles honed by their dedication to mastering the Dekaranger suits.

The area echoed with the distinct sounds of their blows meeting, the energy fields of their suits producing dazzling flashes on impact. Their movements, choreographed by discipline and the commitment to their training, spoke volumes about their teamwork and camaraderie as fellow Dekarangers.

Kiba saw an opening and executed a series of acrobatic kicks, each strike a display of speed and agility. Saito countered swiftly, weaving around the attacks and engaging Kiba in a quick succession of strikes and defensive blocks.

Their sparring intensified, the rhythm of their combat like a dance, each move orchestrated by their deep understanding of the Dekaranger suits and the synergy between them. They pushed each other to bring out the best, finding both camaraderie and competition in the fluidity of their battle.

The evening sun dipped beneath the horizon, casting elongated shadows around the training ground as their spar continued. Their intense exchanges were both physically and mentally demanding, each push, each parry a testament to their shared determination to embody the essence of Dekarangers.

As the session came to a close, Kiba and Saito paused, breathing heavily yet exhilarated by the thrill of their training. They exchanged nods, their mutual respect evident in the sweat-drenched smiles that adorned their faces. It wasn't just a training session; it was a testament to their unwavering dedication and the strength of their bond as Dekarangers.

Saito:"What now?" as he looks at the horizon

Kiba:"I don't know but what ever it is i hope its good"

Saito's phone is ringing he picks it up

Saito:"Hello...yes...we will be right there.." -He would hang up the phone-

Saito:"its time for that meeting thing"As he would wear his SPD uniform and so would Kiba they both walk into the distance ready for whats next