Outbound

For Even The Gods...

Naoya, intrigued by Takeyama's seemingly impenetrable defense, continues his approach. "You may have been sent flying, but you're still not taking any real damage," he muses out loud, his curiosity evident in his voice. "I'm curious to find out what your superhuman ability truly is..." Takeyama, slightly winded from the impact, rises to his feet, a determined gleam in his eyes. "My ability is simple," he replies, his voice carrying a hint of pride. "I can't be wounded by anything." He stands firm, exuding confidence in his incredible power. "Your ability is "Immovable Object" was it? I read it downstairs while I was destroying all the papers." Naoya explains to Takeyama. Takeyama's eyes narrow, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. "So, you figured it out," he admits, begrudgingly acknowledging Naoya's insight. "You're correct. My ability is known as the 'Immovable Object.' I can't be harmed by any means, making me virtually invincible." "Don't worry, I am not so normal either despite not getting some lab shit through my veins." Naoya states. Takeyama regards Naoya with a cautious gaze, still wary of the mysterious stranger who seems to possess a wealth of knowledge. He grumbles, "Hmph, well, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. With your level of confidence, I figured you had something up your sleeve, no lab involved." "I find it funny how you are saying that with a straight face as if I didn't make you fly through a floor." Naoya chuckles for a split second. Takeyama's lips twist into a smirk, a hint of humor in his response. "You've got a point there," he concedes, his tone tinged with a touch of amusement. "I suppose getting flung through a floor does make a statement, even if I didn't seem to take any damage."

"I'll tell my game plan to you, it's only fair right? If I cannot damage you, I will just tire you down and look for your weakness." Naoya tells his plan straightforwardly. Takeyama grins, a hint of challenge in his expression, "Tire me out, eh? You think you can keep up with me in a war of attrition?" He flexes his body, showcasing his imposing frame and muscular build.
"I will kill you." Naoya declares, staring at Takeyama's eyes. Without hesitation, Naoya swiftly lunges at Takeyama, closing the distance between them with a powerful burst of speed. His body becomes a blur of motion as he aims to overwhelm Takeyama with the sudden onslaught. Naoya moves with precision and finesse, targeting different parts of Takeyama's physique with a flurry of attacks. His strikes are placed with strategic purpose, aimed at wearing down Takeyama's defenses and exploiting any weaknesses he can find. In a whirl of motion, Takeyama spins away from Naoya's assault, retaliating with a counterattack of his own. His massive fists churn the air as they lash out in a powerful strike, aimed at landing a devastating blow on Naoya. Naoya narrowly dodges Takeyama's powerful punches, his words carrying a hint of condescension. "Your big body may give you strength, but it also slows you down," he remarks, his voice laced with a touch of mockery. 

Takeyama grunts in response, his breathing heavier as the relentless onslaught takes its toll. "Hmph, speed may be on your side, but I have sheer strength on mine," he retorts, his tone tinged with irritation. Despite his fatigue, his determination remains unwavering. With a tremendous display of power, Takeyama sends a mighty punch crashing into the floor, the impact sending shockwaves throughout the room. The force of the blow causes the floor to crack and splinter, and Naoya's balance wavers as the tremors ripple through the ground beneath him. Naoya, falling through the air, swiftly spots the katana embedded in the wall below from earlier, the glint of its blade grabbing his attention. In a deliberate move, he angles his descent towards the wall, his body twisting in mid-air to align himself with the katana. As Naoya falls towards the floor below, he intentionally plays at being in trouble, acting as if Takeyama's actions are responsible for his predicament. His descent slows, making it seem as if he's struggling to maintain control. Takeyama, observing Naoya's descent, takes notice of his apparent struggle and appears smug, satisfied that his power seemed to overwhelm the younger stranger. He watches with a gloating expression as Naoya falls towards the lower floor. 

As Naoya lands on the lower floor with a thud, he wastes no time in launching a surprise attack. Without hesitation, he lunges forward, the katana in hand, and swings it towards the section of floor where he last saw Takeyama standing above. Takeyama, unaware of Naoya's surprise attack, fails to react in time. The katana, propelled by Naoya's powerful swing, slices through the air and cleanly severs the floor under Takeyama's feet. Takeyama, already off-balance due to the tremors from his earlier punch, is caught completely off-guard as the floor under his feet collapses. Falling through the air, he finds himself momentarily disoriented, caught in a state of surprise and vulnerability. Naoya, now facing Takeyama in mid-air, asks with a calm confidence, "You know, even though you seem untouchable like a god, there's a way to kill you. Did you know that?" Takeyama, falling through the air, responds with a hint of defiance, "Hmph, kill a god? What kind of nonsense is that? I can't be killed." 

Naoya smirks, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Oh, trust me, it can be done. Gods may be powerful, but even they can be slain. It's all about knowing their weakness." He continues, "And their weakness is the brain itself. If you do not have the ability to activate the defense mechanism you have or heal yourself from damage. What will you do?" Naoya asks. Takeyama, realizing the truth in Naoya's words, cannot help but widen his eyes in shock. His expression shifts from defiance to realization as he grasps the profound truth. "No... It can't be..." he mutters, unable to fully comprehend the implications of this revelation. "What is a god if they don't have the ability to think?" With a swift and precise move, Naoya swings the katana, slashing cleanly through Takeyama's neck. The attack is precise, severing the connection between Takeyama's body and his decapitated head. Takeyama's lifeless body falls lifelessly to the ground. Naoya reaches the head and picks it up, inspecting it closely. With a determined expression, he uses the katana to turn the severed head into a pile of mincemeat, effectively destroying any chance of resurrection or revival for Takeyama.

Naoya, having successfully disposed of Takeyama, turns his gaze towards Nero, who has been observing from a distance. His eyes meet Nero's, a sense of determination and accomplishment evident in his expression.