Blood splattered violently across the ground, walls, and ceiling, forming a gruesome tableau of despair. Even some droplets landed on Jaune's cheek, a chilling reminder of the brutality that had unfolded before him. His breath faltered, and his heart raced as the harsh reality of the lifeless body lying in front of him sank in. Desperation clawed at his soul, refusing to let him deny the horrors he had just witnessed.
"Pyrrha..."
The name escaped his trembling lips, carrying the weight of an unbearable grief. Tears welled in his eyes, and the sniffles betrayed his futile attempts to suppress the overwhelming emotions. The agony of loss gripped him, causing physical pain that mirrored the torment within his shattered heart.
His father figure had just been brutally taken away before his eyes, and now the girl to whom he had given his heart lay lifeless, a victim of the same merciless force that had claimed Doctor Oobleck. Jaune's body felt like a vessel for an overwhelming darkness, the echoes of Sukuna's actions is something he hated with his every fiber. Helpless on the sidelines, he had witnessed the massacre with Sukuna against the white giant's as they went on a rampage and murdering people into the thousands.
In Jaune's eyes, once filled with hope, there remained only a void. Control over his emotions slipped through his fingers, leaving him adrift in a sea of despair with no shore in sight.
His very mentality was shattered.
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Jaune had failed to take notice of Mahito rapid movement towards him with cursed energy
"Black Flash!"
"This is war! It's not some fight to correct mistakes! It's a clash of what we believe is right!"
Mahito's face glowed with pure joy, reveling in the moment, slightly high on cursed energy after unleashing the Black Flash. "Of our own flimsy ideas of justice!"
Jaune sat on the ground, the wall bearing the impact of his throw. Defeated and devoid of will, he had lost everything, resigned to his impending demise.
"You are me, Jaune Arc" Mahito's voice shifted from its crazed loud tone to a soft one, akin to casually speaking to a beaten and scared dog. He seized Jaune by his hoodie, preparing to inflict further damage upon his already broken body.
Continuing to pummel Jaune, Mahito spoke words that Jaune tried to ignore, concepts he couldn't comprehend, as he vehemently refused to agree. He couldn't accept the idea of being a monster, could he?
"Just as I kill people without a second thought, you save people without a second thought!" Mahito continued the assault, installing his words into Jaune's mind. The internal struggle persisted as Jaune resisted, unable to concede to Mahito's twisted perspective.
"It's our instincts versus the dignity gained by human reasoning! This is a war to determine which of those will be left standing a century from now!" Punch after punch landed, leaving scars and breaking ribs, until Mahito finally released Jaune back to the ground.
"If you haven't even realized that yet, how are you supposed to beat me?"
Jaune was broken, having surrendered to the weight of his circumstances. He had given up, accepting his inevitable fate. With nothing and no one left to fight for, he found himself in a void of darkness. The light of his life, the guiding teacher who steered him towards the right path, and the girl who shared his journey.... all lost.
As a Huntsman, he had envisioned a future where he and his companions would grow closer, anticipating special moments along the way that will change them all for the better. Yet, he realized the folly of such aspirations in the harsh reality of the Huntsman profession. Events unfolded unpredictably, and naive dreams had no place in the brutal world they navigated. The true measure of a Huntsman lay in how they faced and persevered through those events... whether they emerged as warriors forging ahead or as pathetic, weak, and frightened children lost in illusions.
"Hey, Jaune Arc. Have you counted how many Grimm and curses you've killed? I bet not," Mahito smirked, reveling in Jaune's apparent surrender. Jaune, battered and broken, had absorbed every word Mahito uttered after being tossed around the subway following Pyrrha's tragic demise. The incessant voice, though annoying, proved impossible to ignore.
"I really couldn't care less about the number of humans I've killed. Eventually, I'll forget all about you, too." Mahito's grin widened as his hand shifted to a small spear reminiscent of Pyrrha's weapon. It delighted him to pour salt into the open wound, inflicting suffering with the very tools of his victims.
As Mahito shoved his hand toward Jaune, anticipating more agony for the boy, he was taken aback to find Jaune had inexplicably vanished. The sudden disappearance left an eerie stillness, momentarily disrupting Mahito's sadistic pleasure.
*CLAP*
A loud clap echo through the entire abandoned subway that once held some people that tried to hide from the Grimm and the "Demon".
"The bells of the Gion monastery in India echo with the warning that all things are impermanent" Steps was heard, A voice of confidence but also seriousness was heard.
"The blossoms of the sala trees teach us through their hues that what flourishes must fade However!" A tall man appeared, adorned in a purple shirt and a black over-jacket embellished with the emblem of Beacon and a necklace of sorts.
"We Are The Exception!"
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Dark Symphony (RWBY X Jaune Arc X Sukuna)
AçãoAs the dark spirit awakens within Jaune, the once amiable and earnest Huntsman-in-training finds himself at the center of a malevolent power struggle. The clash between Jaune's noble heart and Sukuna's insatiable hunger for chaos threatens to shatte...