Peakwest 2 : Berserk, Blood And Peace

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ρєαкωєѕт 2 | 𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙊𝙛 𝙍𝙚𝙙 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙚 3

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The battlefield was alive with the echoes of battle.

While Alan faced Muzan in a fierce duel, Kind stood across from Yuki, his eyes trained on the two wolves circling him. Kuro and Iden, Yuki's fierce companions, snarled and waited for the command to attack.

Yuki smirked, raising his hand.

Yuki: "Shall we?"

Kind didn’t respond, but his muscles tensed, his hand tightening around his blade.

He was calculating every move, knowing Yuki’s wolves weren’t to be taken lightly.

[ Narrator:

Kind was a warrior who had mastered the evolution of speed. His Kind Technique was more than just a dash—it was an advanced combat style that combined speed, accuracy, and timing. Unlike Mike’s raw speed, Kind’s technique allowed him to predict movement, control the battlefield, and attack at angles others couldn’t even imagine. ]

With a sharp whistle, Yuki signaled his wolves to attack.

In perfect coordination, Kuro lunged from the left, while Iden circled around to strike from the right.

The two wolves moved with deadly precision, fangs bared, aiming for Kind’s throat.

But Kind was faster.

[ Narrator:

Kind’s technique was about more than just running. It was about being untouchable, predicting his opponent's moves before they even began. His body flickered out of sight, moving faster than the eye could track. ]

Kind reappeared a few feet away, dodging both wolves effortlessly.

His movements were like a blur, each step calculated, his blade slicing through the air with incredible precision.

Yuki smirked, not fazed by Kind’s speed. He whistled again, and Kuro and Iden quickly regrouped.

The wolves circled once more, but this time Yuki joined the fray, his eyes gleaming with fierce determination.

Yuki: "Think you can outrun us forever?"

[ Narrator:

Yuki had created a technique that combined the power of his wolves with his own attacks—Devil’s Bite. The wolves would create openings, pressuring the opponent, while Yuki moved in for the kill. It was a deadly combination of instinct and precision, designed to overwhelm even the fastest opponent. ]

The wolves lunged simultaneously from both sides, while Yuki dashed forward, his blade aimed directly at Kind’s chest.

But Kind’s eyes were already on them. His Kind Technique activated in a flash. His body flickered again, moving so fast it was almost impossible to track.

[ Narrator:

Kind wasn’t just dodging. He was controlling the fight. His speed allowed him to read every attack, every movement before it happened. He wasn’t just reacting—he was outsmarting them. ]

Kind reappeared directly behind Yuki, his blade poised to strike. But Yuki was ready this time.

He turned just in time, blocking the strike with his sword. The two locked eyes, both fighters grinning in acknowledgment of each other’s skill.

Yuki: "Not bad… but let’s see how long you can keep up."

With another whistle, the wolves lunged again. This time, they coordinated perfectly, forcing Kind into a defensive position. Yuki moved with them, slashing at Kind with a speed that nearly matched his own.

Kind’s feet barely touched the ground as he dodged and countered, his blade flashing as he blocked strike after strike. But even Kind could feel the pressure mounting. The wolves weren’t just fast—they were relentless.

Kind: "This ends now."

[ Narrator:

The thing about Kind’s technique was that it wasn’t just about evasion—it was about precision. Every movement he made was designed to create the perfect opening. And now, he had found it. ]

With a sudden burst of speed, Kind disappeared from view completely. Yuki’s eyes widened in surprise, unable to track him. Kuro and Iden halted, confused.

Kind reappeared directly in front of Yuki, his blade already mid-swing.

Yuki: "What—"

Before Yuki could react, Kind’s sword struck. A clean, precise cut across Yuki’s chest sent him stumbling backward. The wolves howled in distress, retreating as their master fell.

Yuki dropped to one knee, blood trickling down his torso. His grip on his sword weakened as he looked up at Kind.

Yuki: "You…"

Kind stood over him, his expression unreadable.

Kind: "It’s over, Yuki."

Yuki’s wolves growled, but they didn’t move. They knew the fight was lost.

Meanwhile, Alan was gaining the upper hand in his duel with Muzan. After a brutal back-and-forth, Alan had Muzan pinned, his sword at the enemy’s throat. Muzan knelt before him, defenseless.

Alan: "It’s over, Muzan. You’re finished."

Muzan didn’t flinch. His eyes were cold, emotionless.

Alan raised his sword, ready to end it.

Alan: "This is for everything you've done."

But before Alan could bring the blade down, a sudden, powerful force slammed into him, kicking him across the battlefield. Alan’s body flew through the air, crashing into the ground with a thud.

Everyone froze, eyes wide in shock.

Muzan stood, dusting off his robes as he looked towards the source of the attack. A new figure stepped out from the shadows, his presence commanding and ominous.

Ace’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Ace: "Who…?"

Mike narrowed his eyes, stepping forward to get a better look.

Zakura, who had been watching the fight unfold, stepped closer, his face contorted in surprise and recognition.

Zakura: "No… it can’t be…"

Everyone’s eyes turned toward the newcomer, a boy with a cold, calculating gaze.

Zakura’s voice trembled slightly as he spoke, his words shocking everyone present.

Zakura: "Nero…"

[ Narrator:

The arrival of Nero shifted the entire atmosphere of the battlefield. A name whispered in awe and fear, a presence that shook even the strongest warriors. Who was Nero, and what did his arrival mean for the fate of Alan, Muzan, and the rest? ]

Chapter Ends.