Outbound

Battle Yourself

The scene switches to Nero, who is engaged in a fierce fight with several men on a lower floor of the laboratory. His fists fly with deadly precision, leaving his opponents stunned and disoriented. Each punch and kick is followed by the sound of groans and cries of pain, yet Nero shows no signs of fatigue. "You guys seem a little annoyed. Every time you guys pick up an object that could hurt me, you start playing rock-paper-scissors, what's wrong~?" Nero mocks them while using his innate ability. The men in front of him glare at Nero, their frustration evident. They exchange glances, silently communicating with each other. One of them takes a step forward, a metal pipe clutched in his hand. "You think you're clever, huh?"

"Rock Paper Scissors, Shoot!" Nero says with a wry smile and throws a rock sign at the man who is holding the metal pipe, forcing him to use the same hand to do rock paper scissors. The man with the metal pipe, feeling a sudden force compelling him to follow Nero's taunt, begrudgingly imitates the "rock paper scissors, shoot" gesture. The metal pipe clatters to the floor as he performs the actions. The other men in his team watch, bewildered and confused. The man throws paper sign to Nero's rock sign, he gets immobilized for 5 seconds for Nero to choose what to do next. Seeing the immobilization taking effect, Nero seizes the opportunity to strike. Without missing a beat, he swiftly darts forward, his fist cocked and aimed straight at the man's jaw. The impact is forceful, sending the man reeling backwards. Nero stands over him, a smirk on his face. Nero wastes no time, pulling out his gun and aiming it at the downed man. With a squeeze of the trigger, a resounding shot fills the air, and the man lies motionless, shot dead. Nero turns around with a grin, "Who wants to gamble more~?" he asks them. The other men glance at each other, their nerves frayed and their confidence shaken by Nero's display of power. The sight of their fallen comrade lying motionless on the floor serves as a stark reminder of the consequences of underestimating their opponent. With a collective exhale, the men ready themselves for the coming fight. The chaos and clamor of the confrontation have drawn the attention of the scientists working in the lower levels of the lab. Recognizing the significance of the ongoing battle, they begin scrambling to secure the valuable data and protect their research.

The scene switches to Naoya, who has just dispatched yet another adversary. His eyes gleam with a feral intensity, his body radiating an aura of raw power. The man he has taken down lies motionless on the floor, his neck broken with ruthless efficiency. Naoya's grin widens as he hears the faint sound of footsteps approaching. He turns toward the direction of the noise, his senses heightened and ready for another confrontation. He waits, his fists poised and a flicker of anticipation in his eyes. A man, his knuckles cracking with deliberate menace, steps forward to confront Naoya. He eyes the young man with a chilling gaze, his expression filled with a cold determination. A tense silence hangs in the air as the two men size each other up, their muscles coiled and ready for action. "You seem strong, is that why you came to fight me rather than my allies huh?" Naoya asks. The man grins sinisterly in response to Naoya's challenge. "You caught me," he replies, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "The others didn't seem like much of a challenge. But you..." His gaze flicks up and down, taking in Naoya's form, assessing him. "You might just be worth my time." "Your hairstyle seems ridiculous for me to take you serious." Naoya responds with a wry smile. The man's grin widens at Naoya's remark, unfazed by the jab. "My hairstyle is fabulous, thank you very much," he retorts with a chuckle. "But if you'd rather focus on my looks than the fight, I won't stop you from admiring."

 He takes a step forward, his stance lowering in preparation for a strike. "After I'm done, you won't have to worry about anything." Naoya declares. The man lets out a cold chuckle, his expression hardening. "Big words, kid," he sneers. "But I've seen plenty of tough talkers in my time. Let's see if you can back it up." He launches himself forward, his fist aimed straight at Naoya's face.  The man's punch connects with Naoya's forehead with a resounding crack, but Naoya stands firm, his expression unchanging. His body absorbs the impact without budging, his muscular frame displaying an incredible resilience. The man's eyes widen in surprise, his confidence faltering at the unexpected resistance. Naoya speaks rather calmly, "Answer this, are you one of the super human?" The man's bravado falters as Naoya's question pierces through the tension. He hesitates before responding, his tone guarded. "What's it to you?" he retorts, attempting to maintain his composure.

 "A target." Naoya responds straightforwardly. The man's eyes flash with a mixture of surprise and defiance. "I'm not just a target," he growls, his voice laced with determination. "I'm stronger than you think. I was chosen for a reason. And you'll see just how powerful I am." Naoya stares into his eyes, "Are you going to move away your fist or would you like me to do it myself?" The man's defiance wavers as Naoya's chilling demand hangs in the air. His eyes dart between his fist, still against Naoya's forehead, and the young martial artist's unwavering gaze. Realizing the precarious position he's in, the man slowly withdraws his fist, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. "That's more like it. Show me what you gained by becoming a super human. I am the curious type you see..." Naoya says. The man scowls at the condescending tone in Naoya's voice, but he knows he has little choice in the matter. He takes a deep breath, his focus sharpening as he prepares to display his abilities. His muscles tense, and a subtle change flickers across his body as his super human powers activate. Naoya takes his signature fighting stance.

Naoya observes the man's transformation with a mixture of curiosity and caution. His eyes narrow, analyzing every move and shift in the man's stance. He adopts a fighting stance, positioning himself to counter any attack that may come his way. "Come on then," he taunts, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lip. "Show me what you've got." Naoya gets surprised by the stance the man took. "Did you just use the same stance as mine? Do you even know how to use my martial arts?" The man scoffs, his confidence returning with a newfound sense of dominance. "This stance?" he taunts, mockingly taking the same stance as Naoya. "I know it better than anyone. It's like second nature to me. But I'm not just copying your moves, kid. I'm surpassing them." His body tenses, his muscles rippling with hidden power. "Killing myself gains a whole new meaning." Naoya says with an excited smile. The man's arrogance flares at Naoya's words, his eyes gleaming with cold determination.

The man responds with wry smirk on his face, "Not for me, I will be killing you." They both lunge at each other at the same time, commencing the battle of wits.