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"King Style: Apocalypse?" King said. "To be honest, it sounds a little..."

"Lame?" King said, remarking about the name.

"Meh, I don't have any other ideas, then. That guy's name doesn't work, using the name of his martial art is also plagiarism... you have any ideas?" The older king shrugged.

"You know what, let's just go with it. I don't really care about the name, anyway." King said.

"Right. Let's get started, then. I had a few ideas already..."

{In the time room, the sixth month since the founding of King Style: Apocalypse...]

"So, you know how a judo throw works?" The older King said. "All you have to do is transfer as much energy as possible to the throw, like a one-inch-punch, then transfer the energy with the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist to the tip, and just release it all at once. "Try it on me."

"You sure about this?" King asked, unsure. This whole time, He was just testing those moves on his future self, and though he seemed to be completely unfazed, this move seemed... unsafe.

"Don't worry about it. My base strength is already incredibly high. I don't even need to activate my King Engine to take care of God-level threats, so that's saying something." The older King said. "Just do it, I won't feel a thing."

"Alright..." King said, as he tried the move on his future self.

Grabbing him, King used his physical strength to direct the throw, used parts of the Water-Stream Rock Smashing Fist to direct more energy, and as his future self was about to hit the ground, King released the energy all at once...

An extreme explosion of force blew everything around them away, leaving a crater where the point of impact was.

"Hmm, not bad. You've basically destroyed half of City Q." The older King said, completely unaffected by King's throw.

"Well... I'm more impressed at how you've been practically unfazed at all the entire time I've been practicing those techniques on you." King said.

"Ah, it doesn't matter. Well, I suppose this move is good enough." The older King said. "Maybe it could use more improvements, try increasing the torque on your hips to generate more momentum..."

[Nine months since the founding of King Style: Apocalypse...]

"A good movement technique would be one that could get you places that doesn't affect the surroundings. If you run normally, you're bound to cause some damage to the structure around you." The older King said. "We could try using the Water Stream Rock smashing Fist to redirect the energy to push the ground beneath us, and the Whirlwind Iron Cutting Fist's wind manipulation could be used to reduce the wind pressure in front of us, and we can also use that redirected wind to push us further, gaining more momentum.

"Try it out over there, I'll measure the top speed you can achieve." King pointed at the City A airport runway.

"Okay, wait- why aren't you testing it out?" King asked.

"Well, I'll do my own measurements later. The important part is you learning some cool moves that can turn the tide of a fight." The older King nonchalantly said. "Go ahead, I'll be measuring it myself."

"Fine, then." King said, getting into a running start, and ran with the support of the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist and Whirlwind Iron Cutting Fist.

As King arrived at the end of the airport, his future self was already waiting for him.

"That's about fifteen, almost sixteen times the speed of sound. Kind of disappointing, it's only twice as fast as your current top speed, I was expecting at least three." The older King remarked.

"Wait, only twice? Maybe I was redirecting the force wrong..." King said, similarly disappointed at the speed he achieved.

[Fifteen months since the founding of King Style: Apocalypse...]

"I think we can go back to basics. Maybe a combo of punches and kicks will work?" King suggested. "Just hard and fast punches aimed at the weak points."

"Sounds easy enough. A combo of both Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist and Whirlwind Iron Cutting Fist at the same time would be pretty devastating on its own. We can add out own style into it, to make it more comfortable." The older King said. "Or, we could abandoned both and just use our own method of a combo attack."

"Yeah, I was thinking that. We've been using the Water-Stream Rock Smashing Fist and the Whirlwind Iron Cutting Fist a lot, I was thinking we could invent our own attacks, otherwise it'll just be an extension of both martial arts." King said.

"You're right about that. Maybe we'll create moves that aren't based on either martial art from now..." The older King said.

[Eighteen months since the founding of King Style: Apocalypse...]

"We're almost done. I think we can unveil our own King Style: Apocalypse, now." The older King said, satisfied. "You don't need to do more work, either. I've obtained enough information, I'll do some experimenting on my own, later."

"So, now what?" King asked.

"Now what? More training, obviously. You can go test out your new skills on some High-Dragon level threats." The older King said. "While that, I'll create some improvisations on my own. Before you leave, I'll probably have eked out a few more moves for you."

"Well, I guess I expected it." King sighed. "Still, there's only 6 more months. You're gonna create some moves on your own? You're a monster, you know that?"

"Heh, says the one that's only 28... actually, no, 32." The older King said. "We can just consider you as 28, though. You don't age a day in here, anyway."

"Right... wait, if that's so, how old are you, actually?" King asked. "There's no way you didn't use the time room before going back in time, right?"

"Err... oh hey, look, seven Dragon-level threats for you to test your moves on!" The older King pointed at the seven Dragon-level threats he just materialized through the room, completely turning the flow of the conversation elsewhere.

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[Two years since the founding of King Style: Apocalypse...]

"I'd say this training session was rather successful. You spent almost all of the last four years training both the Water-Stream Rock Smashing Fist and the Whirlwind Iron Cutting Fist, so you weren't able to train your physical strength all that much." The older King remarked. "Still, I think you should at least go out and use some of the moves on your own, to be sure."

"Yeah, I'm not doing that, yet. I didn't play part 3 and 4 of Doki-Doki Sisters yet because I was busy learning the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist and the Whirlwind Iron Cutting Fist." King said. "You just gave me part 5, as well, so I'm spending those five days on playing them."

"Heh, don't you worry. The next time you come in, I'll give you the 6th part. My personal favorite, aside from the last game." The older King said. "After that... you should be strong enough to handle God-level threats on your own, so you can come in and train whenever you want, and not just because of Doki-Doki Sisters."

"Well, I'm leaving." King said, entering the glass chamber.

"Right. Oh, wait! I almost forgot. Sometime around now, Garou beats up his fellow disciples and gets expelled from the dojo, so watch out for that, would you? If he doesn't become the 'human monster' in the future, that's one less pain in the ass for you." The older King reminded. "That doesn't mean kill him, though!"

"Don't worry, I won't." King said, as the glass chamber closed, and turned green.

Stepping out of the time room, King took another breath of fresh air.

"Sigh... I don't think I'll ever get used to that stale air in the time room... it's like being in an air-conditioned room for two whole years without anything else. Even the monster corpses don't smell at all..." King said, stretching.

"Now then..." King rubbed his hands in anticipation. "Parts 3, 4 and 5, here I come! I didn't get to play Shimmering Dusk because I went straight to Bomb's dojo... I better clear my schedule before the Heroes Association hands me some annoying task again..."

As if the world sensed his words, his phone suddenly rang.

"Oh for the love of..." King picked up the phone, expecting an annoying request from the Heroes Association.

"Hello, is this King's number?" But contrary to his expectations, it was actually Bang.

"Silver Fang? Is that you?" King asked.

"Please, I told you to just call me Bang." Bang said through the phone. "Anyway, I am glad I managed to reach you. This is actually a problem caused by my mouth. Old tongues love to wag."

"I see... and this problem is...?" King asked, a feeling of certain dread running through him. "Please no. I think I know what it is, but please for the love of the next part of Doki-Doki Sisters don't let it be what I think it is-"

"You see, I visited my old friend that was already on his deathbed, quite literally, in fact. I was so impressed by you mastering my martial art so quickly, I accidentally let slip that you mastered my martial art in less than a week." Bang said. "And now, he's refusing to die until he meets you."

"...Okay."

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

"So who is this martial arts master?" King asked, ignoring his internal scream of despair.

"Ah, he's Master Suicho, of the Void Fist." Bang explained. "He taught only his two grandchildren his martial art, due to everyone that wanted to learn his martial art quit after the first month, some quit after the first week."

"Honestly, I don't know how it happened. He said he was at peace at how even though he only managed to teach two people his martial art, but when I said there was a martial arts prodigy that learnt my Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist in under a week, he went crazy, got out of his bed, and started asking me all about you."

"Now, he's practically begging me to get you to meet him, to get you to learn his martial art." Bang sighed. "I'm really sorry, but could you help me out? He doesn't seem to be letting up."

"Hmm... alright, then. Should I just meet you at your dojo, then?" King asked.

"Yes. Please hurry whenever you can, he's threatening to come over to my dojo if I don't introduce you to him in the next two days." Bang said. "And, thank you, King. I know you're not obligated to help me, so I thank you for agreeing."

"Alright then. I'll see you tomorrow." King said hanging up. Resisting the urge to shout out his grievances, King could only let his anger simmer down as he realized that it was a new martial art he could incorporate into the King Style.

Speaking of which, he and his future self separated the martial art into two. King Style, and King Style: Apocalypse. King Style was just normal attacks and basic moves that he could use without worrying. King Style: Apocalypse were moves that were... destructive, though that wasn't giving it enough justice. Catastrophic, more like. Some of the more dangerous skills could level the entire city, and some of the most powerful ones could destroy the city, and some neighboring ones as well.

There was also a slight difference to both styles. The King Style didn't have any of the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist or Whirlwind Iron Cutting Fist elements in them. The most was just referencing other martial arts, like Judo, Karate, Aikido, etc. Weapons training was also included.

The King Style: Apocalypse had everything incorporated into it. The Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist, the Whirlwind Iron Cutting Fist, a combination of both, a combination of either and a different martial art, and some were unique to the King Style: Apocalypse, as they required the King Engine's Crowns in order to work.

Speaking of, King managed to unlock three of the seven Crowns so far.

"Well, I deal with it tomorrow. For now, I'll just enjoy Doki-Doki Sisters: Shimmering Dusk for as long as I can." King sighed, deciding to leave tomorrow's problems to tomorrow's him.

[Tomorrow, at Bang's dojo...}

"So... this is Master Suicho, of the Void Fist." Bang introduced King to Suicho.

"Nice to meet you." King extended a handshake. Suicho shakily took it. "A-are you really able to learn the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist in just under a week?"

"Well, I spent two days on personal training. I was honing it during those two days, but yeah. It wasn't perfect, but it's still the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist." King said.

"Perfect! I was hoping for so long... so long that I could have a proper disciple, aside from my two grandchildren!" Suicho said, pumping a fist. He did not look like a person that was on his deathbed a few days ago.

"Right. Just asking, what's the Void Fist mainly about?" King asked.

"Oh, it's a martial art where you shift your center of gravity in order to attack and defend." Suicho explained. "It's a mainly offensive art, though. It focuses on maximizing damage output while keeping a consistent flow of attacks. Our defensive capabilities are not to be scoffed at, either!"

"Interesting... Can you do a demonstration?" King asked.

"Of course!" Suicho said excitedly, as he demonstrated the Void Fist in front of King.

"The idea behind the techniques are simple, but they're effective. Huh, didn't my future self think up something like this when we were experimenting?" King thought, impressed. Though it wasn't the Water Stream Rock Smashing First or the Whirlwind Iron Cutting Fist, it was still nothing to scoff at. In fact, King could call it comparable to them both, that's how impressive the Void Fist seemed.

"Hmm, that's an impressive martial art." King praised. "I'll definitely want to learn that."

"Right? Right?" Suicho said, preening. "It's a good martial art! And you'll make for a good disciple, as well!"

"Now, if you follow me back to my dojo-" Suicho wanted to continue, but then a younger voice interrupted him.

"Hey, grandpa! So you were here after all!" Turning to see who it was, King saw a dark-skinned young man with long black hair. He looked like the younger version of Suicho, and from how he called him 'grandpa', it would be safe to assume this was his grandson.

"Tsk, why're you here, Suiryu? Aren't you supposed to be practicing at the dojo?" Suicho said, getting irate.

"Hey, hey, no need to be so mad, old man. I did my daily training already." Suiryu grinned. "Also, Suiko has been complaining about me letting you run off without telling her."

"She found out, did she? You didn't tell her where I was, right?"

"Nope! I just said I'd go and find you, so here I am. I'm just gonna go fool around afterwards, so please make it back soon, old man. If not, Suiko'll talk my head off." Suiryu chuckled, annoying Suicho. "Speaking of which, I knew you went to visit Master Bang, but who's this guy?" Suiryu asked, looking at King.

"This is King, a new S-Class hero. He managed to learn and master the Water-Stream Rock Smashing Fist and the Whirlwind Iron-Cutting Fist in just two weeks!" Suicho introduced King, excited. "He'll be learning under us starting tomorrow!"

"Nice to meet you." King formally introduced himself, earning a simple 'ehh~' from Suiryu.

"...And this, is my annoying grandson Suiryu, though you've probably known by now." Suicho sighed, introducing King to Suiryu.

"Hey! What do you mean annoying? I put up with your training plenty, don't I?" Suiryu said. "Furthermore, you're the annoying one, always asking us to constantly train! If I finish too fast, you tell me to do the whole training again. If I do it too slow, you scold me for slacking! You never complain when Suiko skips a day or two of training!"

"Tch! She at least puts in enough effort to make it up the day after! Whenever she 'skips' training, she's always out sparring with other martial artists! What about you, huh? Every time you go out, you just pick up girls! Whenever you come back, you just train like normal, hell, it'd be a miracle for you to not slack off once you're back!"

"Don't screw with me, grandpa! You were pretty popular when you were younger yourself, weren't you? Not to mention, I 'slack off', but that doesn't make me slower at learning your martial art, does it?"

"Ptooey! As if! Whenever I'm on your back, personally overseeing you, you improve leaps and bounds! If I 'leave you to it', you 'leave' for months on end, and when you come back, you don't show a smidgen of improvement!"

King witnessed the quarrel with a blank face, wanting nothing more than to get this over with and just learn the Void Fist as soon as possible. It was a good martial art, impressive, too. Useful? Very. But to be honest...

"I! Just! Want! To! Play! Doki! Doki! Sisters! Why is it so hard?!" King mentally screamed. He just wanted a nice few days for himself, so he could enjoy his games alone. But no, there's always training to deal with, and the weekends are two straight years of hellish training! Each! Live sparring with the martial arts was like a literal walk in the park compared to what he had to deal with on end! He may have been trained under his future self, but his future self was absolutely brutal to him! No mercy in the training whatsoever!

"Hmph! If I beat this 'King', you won't complain when I go out anymore, right?" Suiryu challenged, bringing the topic to King.

"Deal!" Suicho said, turning to look at King. "Don't hold back when you're sparring with my idiot grandson, show him what it feels like to lose!"

"Alright, then." King replied simply, getting up from the floor cushion. "Whenever you're ready."

"Right here, right now kinda guy, huh? I think we'll get along just fine." Suiryu said, stretching. "But right now..."

"I gotta beat you to prove my grandpa wrong!" Suiryu started with a high kick, King easily redirecting it with the Water-Stream Rock Smashing Fist.

"Whoa! He really did master your martial art, Bang!" Suicho cheered, looking at Bang.

"A-ah, yeah..." Bang replied. He was sideline the entire time, so he didn't know what to say when King ended up sparring with Suiryu all of a sudden.

"You're good, but I'll be taking this win!" Suiryu said, getting into a low stance before uppercutting King. King redirected the flow straight into a counter, Suiryu barely dodging it.

"I'd like to get to know you better, but I'd like to get this over with." King said, suddenly.

And suddenly, King disappeared from Suiryu's vision.

Suddenly having his legs kicked from underneath him, Suiryu hit the floor and before he realized it, King fist was right above his face.

"I can assume this was my win, yeah?" King asked Suicho.

"Y-yes! Definitely!" Suicho nodded happily. "As expected of the prodigy that learned both Water-Stream Rock Smashing Fist and Whirlwind Iron-Cutting Fist in just two weeks!"

"W-what was that, King? I don't recall that technique being taught by either me or my brother." Bang asked, surprised.

"Oh, that? That's just a simple technique I came up with." King responded. "All I did was enter his blind spot and then move away from his field of vision the exact moment he blinked."

"A simple technique that doesn't work on martial arts masters, but it'll do for any other opponent."

"A-amazing! It's such a simple concept, but to pull it off on someone well-versed in martial arts is even more so!" Suicho praised. "And also, Suiryu! See what I mean? I never taught you about that kind of technique before, but when I was your age, I already knew how to defend against such attacks! I never learnt from a master, either! I figured that out myself!"

"...I don't believe it! Again!" Suiryu got up, a more serious expression covering his face.

King didn't say anything and used the same technique, but instead of doing the same thing, Suiryu managed to figure out the timing of when King appeared behind him, and countered with an elbow strike directly where King's abdomen should be.

Curbing the blow with his palm, King was surprised, to say the least. "I know I basically explained the technique to him, but to have figured out how to counter it after just one attack is impressive."

Pulling Suiryu off his feet with a simple throw, King once more had his fist directly above Suiryu's face.

"That looked like..." Bang began.

"Aikido. I used an Aikido throw and used the Water-Stream Rock Smashing Fist to make the force flow more smoothly." King continued explaining for Bang.

"What the... again!" Suiryu got up again, getting into a different stance than before, even lower down.

"He's lowered down his center of gravity, the throw I used won't be as effective..." King thought, preparing another move to use.

Watching Suiryu's fist approach him with mild interest, King used a low kick to throw Suiryu off balance and yet again, his fist was right in front of Suiryu's face.

"Why you..." Suiryu attempted to get up, but was knocked back down with a light backhand from King.

"Just stay down already. As you are now, you can't defeat me."

"Hmph! I told you that you needed more training! You think that training under me would be all you need in life? Think again! Not so tough now, are you?" Suicho said smugly, as if unworried that his grandson had fully lost to King.

"Is that so..." Suiryu grinned lightly, and while he was down, launched a kick straight to King's face. "How's that, jerk?!"

Suiryu spoke too soon, as he realized that King caught his heel with a palm.

"Look, I really don't want to fight you. I don't even need to use the Water-Stream Rock Smashing Fist to try and take you down." King said, which only served to infuriate Suiryu further.

"Shut up! What pisses me off is that you're not taking me seriously!" Suiryu said angrily.

"You never take any of your own opponents seriously, anyway..." Suicho said in the background.

"It's not that I'm not taking you seriously, it's just that..."

"The majority of the moves I learnt are meant to kill."

Just like that, Suiryu got a chill down his spine. That simple sentence somehow had a magical effect, as looking at King again, Suiryu could see the silhouette of a slaughterer- one that sowed lives without a second thought.

"Eh? Do you prefer the Whirlwind Iron-Cutting Fist to my Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist?" Bang asked with a downcast expression. "I suppose my martial art was more focused on defense for the weak, so it's not that good a combat art..."

"No, no, it's not that." King said. "I came up with a few moves of my own. It may be too soon, but I'm trying my hand at making my martial art."

And with that, Bang and Suicho's expression quickly turned into one of glee, looking at King excitedly. "A martial art of your own?! Quick, tell us how it works!"

"Yes! Yes! It's always great to welcome a new martial arts founder!"

"A-ah, don't get so excited. I say it's martial arts, but really, it's just a set of moves that I improvised on the fly when fighting monsters." King lied. His future self did it for him, most of it, anyway. "I don't really plan on teaching it, and the only way I'll expand it is in combat with other opponents." King said, trying to dampen the old martial artists.

It didn't seem to do anything of the sort, though, and only seemed to invigorate them more.

"That doesn't matter! That's how all martial art schools start, anyway!"

"A martial art that evolves in combat? That's a great way to improve one!"

The more King tried to calm then down, the more excited they got.

"What the hell is with these old men... I just want to learn this new martial art... what is with them and being obsessed with martial arts?!"

And so, King had to accompany the two old men with their discussions about martial arts.

[2 hours later...]

Though King had gone through for all intents and purposes, literal hell in the time room in the form of training under his future self that didn't seem to know the meaning of the words 'mercy' and 'pacing', King went through another form of hell just earlier-

Mental torture. It took all of King's willpower just to stop himself from falling asleep immediately. How the old men managed to keep talking for hours on end stumped King. To be honest? He'd rather be facing a hundred Dragon-level threats at once with a hand tied behind his back than talk with them for another second.

"Anyway, Suicho, shall we get to your dojo? I'll try out learning your martial art." King said, veering the conversation to a point where he could end it.

"Ah, right! I suppose old tongues due love to wag." Suicho said, realizing that they had been talking for about two hours.

"Right, right. Sorry for taking your time, Suicho. King would have gotten the basics down by now, if you left at the same time your grandson did." Bang said.

"Wait, speaking of him, he already left? I thought he'd have wanted to spar a little more. Huh, I suppose I misjudged him." King said. His first impression was that he was the carefree kind of guy, but was pretty stubborn when it came to it.

"I don't get it, either." Suicho said. "From what I know of my idiot grandson, he's carefree and all, but he's surprisingly stubborn when it comes to a fight. I suppose he gets that from me."

"But I didn't think he'd just up and leave after a while."

"I have a feeling that while I was chatting with you two, he presumably got bored of waiting and just left." King assumed.

"Probably. He'd struggle to sit still for 30 seconds." Suicho joked. "Well then, let's go. I'll bring you to my dojo."

{Suicho's Dojo...}

"Well... this is my dojo." Suicho said, opening the door to his dojo. It didn't look as impressive as Bang's dojo, but it was still a dojo. Not like size mattered to him, anyway. He'd just spend five days here, and then two years mastering the art in the time room. Five days of training in a small dojo was much better compared to two years of hellish combat training.

Well, he'd say hellish, but to be fair, most of the fights were only against multiple Dragon-level threats, which wasn't that big a threat, considering he had greater physical ability than Darkshine and had both the Water-Stream Rock Smashing Fist and the Whirlwind Iron-Cutting Fist. Aside from Tatsumaki whom had psychic powers, Metal Knight with his army of robots and Blast whom was a complete unknown, he was fairly confident that he had the greatest fighting capability of the S-Classes. Every now and then he fought over a dozen or more Dragon-level threats which were the challenging bits, but it was still nothing too difficult.

Only whenever his future self decided to 'spar' with him every now and then was the training considered 'hellish'.

By Blast, he'd have better chances against a God-level threat. Speaking of which, his future self said something about a new method of training which was surviving for as long as possible against a God-level threat? Seriously, his future self was as merciless as he was good at gaming. It was to be expected, but his future self clearly outclassed him in gaming. Obviously, he had over a hundred more years of experience than he did. He even played genres that didn't even exist yet.

"Hey, grandpa!" A female voice called from the dojo, appearing to be a young woman whom looked almost exactly like Suiryu when she turned the corner. "Something's weird with Suiryu!"

"Suiryu's back already?" Suicho asked, surprised. "But he usually doesn't return until after two days, when he gets a few girlfriends and has fun with them!"

King blanched inwardly. He heard that his grandson was a lazy slacker that fooled around a lot, but he was a womanizer, too? Dammit, he wanted to try having a girlfriend, too... Still, at least he didn't need to deal with the annoyance that was other people.

Come to think of it, he never did ask his future self if he did get a girlfriend in the future... probably not. According to his future self, the world was mostly devastated by that 'God' fellow and fixing up the cities took quite some time, not to mention he did say something like spending a couple decades towards finding Saitama... it only triggered his intrigue about him. Who was that guy that saved him those few years ago?

"That's the thing! He's back, and he's... training!" The young woman said, her expression being a textbook definition of 'confused horror'.

"Training? Hmm, I guess that's a surprise to be sure, but not completely unexpected." Suicho said with an expression of mild surprise.

"B-but big bro Suiryu never trains properly! Not even if you offered to let him go do whatever he wants for a year! What happened?!" The young woman asked, still confused about her brother's actions.

"Ah, he lost, badly. He overestimated himself, and lost so badly that I could hardly hold in my happiness when I saw it!" Suicho said, laughing. "That'll teach him to slack off!"

"B-but who'd he lose to? And how badly did he lose? Even after you beat him up, he doesn't train as hard as this!" The young woman asked. "Oh, and who's this?"

"He's who Suiryu lost against. You know that prodigy that Bang talked about? The one that learnt and mastered both Water-Stream Rock Smashing Fist and Whirlwind Iron-Cutting Fist in two weeks?" Suicho said.

"Yeah, Master Bang said he was a super-prodigy- wait, that wasn't an exaggeration?!"

"Hahahahaha! There's a lot of things you don't think can exist in this world, Suiko. You're not as carefree as your brother, but you're still green." Suicho laughed.

"Wait, I mean, he does look the part, but did he really master both the legendary Water-Stream Rock Smashing Fist and Whirlwind Iron-Cutting Fist in two weeks?" Suiko said, skeptical. "He definitely looks strong, but I can't really believe that he mastered both arts so fast..."

"Well, you want to spar with him? Careful you don't end up like your brother~" Suicho egged on.

"Oh yeah?! I'll show you! I'll show big bro, too!" Suiko took the bait, hook, line and sinker. King could only sigh at how easy they were to egg into a fight.

"Same deal as your brother, whenever you want." King shrugged.

"Really? You don't want to end up-" Suicho suddenly appeared before King. "-underestimating me!"

But moments before her fist collided, King redirected the hit away form him with Water-Stream Rock Smashing Fist and did a light counter with the same energy she tried to hit him with.

"Gurk-?!" Not expecting the retaliation to have arrived so quickly, Suiko wasn't ready for the hit and went flying a few meters.

"T-that was definitely the Water-Stream Rock Smashing Fist... I suppose I underestimated you myself, so I'll go ahead and-"

"attack you seriously! Void Revolving Tortoise Fist!" She jumped towards King, spinning multiple times before impacting King with an elbow and a kick.

And as it impacted- wait, it hit? He didn't even do anything!

"Huh, so that's an average attack." King said, looking at where she hit him. Both areas were smoking yet his clothes were perfectly fine for some reason. "I wanted to take a hit to see how strong your attacks were. It's not too bad."

"But nothing too special." King said, as he disappeared from Suiko's vision-

-to suddenly feel a hand on her shoulder. Turning to face him, Suiko's face was inches away from King's fist. "That counts as my win, yes?"

"Indeed, indeed! You're surpassed both my grandson and granddaughter!" Suicho said happily. "Also, that was the same move you used on Suiryu the first time round, yeah? The one where you enter the opponent's blind spot as they blink?"

"Yep." King said simply, putting down his fist. "I hope you have no doubts over this win?" King asked, looking at Suiko.

"...Don't get me wrong, I'm not happy about it, but I will accept that I lost to you." Suiko said. "I'll be training with big bro if you need me, grandpa." Suiko then left to the courtyard. Out of the corner of his eye, King could see Suiryu punching a boulder in fury.

"Well then, I'll start with the basics..." Suicho said, preparing to teach King his martial art.

[One week later...]

"King, you've done it again." Suicho said, looking at King from the ground. To be honest, he had high expectations when King asked for a spar with him- and he didn't disappoint. Smoothly dodging his attacks and attacking back with a flowing smooth combo that he could say it was him using the Water-Stream Rock Smashing Fist. But he knew better. Those moves were his moves, the moves that he taught him. He, the founder of the Void Fist, was defeated by King... using the Void Fist.

"Right, thanks for teaching me your martial art, Suicho." King said, extending an arm to help Suicho up.

"I'll be fine." Suicho waved King's arm away. "What I do want, is that when you're a master of your martial art... don't forget this old man, eh?"

"I won't." King said. "Anyway, I'll be going now."

"Escaping Suiryu and Suiko before they finish their training, eh?" Suicho laughed. "I get it. They've been pestering you for a rematch the whole time, and when you go home, they always spar with each other- and me, if they're not satisfied."

"..." King said nothing as he left the building. Suicho remained on the floor of his dojo, looking up at the ceiling. "I wonder if he'll create some new moves based on my own moves... that'll be a sight to see." Suicho smirked.

"Alright, we'll get our revenge today, King- wait, where'd he go?" Suiko popped out from the courtyard, followed by her brother, only to see that King was nowhere to be seen.

"Heh, he left already. There was no point in staying any longer- he beat me in my own style, after all."

"Wait, he beat you? There's no way, right? This is a prank you're pulling so we don't pester King, right? We just heard him arrive! There was no way he popped in for a short while and left!" Suiryu didn't believe his grandpa.

"Do you not see me on the floor? We had a match earlier, and I lost." Suicho said. "If you want to catch up to him, make sure you can beat me first." Suicho joked.

"Dammit! This isn't over, King!" Suiryu said angrily. "Grandpa, once you're done laying on the floor, we're challenging you!" Suiryu pointed at his grandpa.

"Yeah, yeah... wait, 'we'?"

"Me and Suiko were planning to take him down together, but if he's not here, then we'll fight you, instead!" Suiryu said.

"And we came up with a move to take him down at once, too!" Suiko complained. "How come he left before we get to show it off?!"

"Now, now, settle down you two..." Suicho tried to calm his grandkids down but to no avail. He knew today was going to be a hectic day; both of his grandkids were as stubborn as he was, so he was bound to be taking the hit for King today.

{In King's Apartment...}

"Phew... I'm finally back." King wiped the sweat off his brow. After two years of training in the time room, his future self had already appropriated the new Void Fist into a part of the King Style, and King Style: Apocalypse.

And due to the recent problems... he didn't get to play the new Doki-Doki Sisters editions at all! It was settled; nothing was getting between him and his beloved Doki-Doki Sisters until he finished the ones he got!

"Shimmering Dusk, Platinum Quilts, and Diamond Dust, I won't be leaving my apartment until I'm finished with all of you!" King said, holding the third, fourth and fifth parts of the Doki-Doki Sisters Trilogy.

Nothing was to get between him and Doki-Doki Sisters, not until he finished all three of them and got all the branched endings.

[4 hours later...]

"Quick, big brother [King]! Shoot the Heart-Heart Meteor with the Beam Laser! If it crashes into the Earth, all the robot sisters would be taken over by the Throb Virus!" The main heroine of the series, the protagonist's little sister (duh) called out to the protagonist to take action.

"No, dammit, [King]! We need to save Yukari! If we save her from the clutches of the Love Tentacles on the meteor, the meteor won't have any power to keep it stable, and it'll disintegrate before it even hits the atmosphere!" Another character that the protagonist saved in a quick-time event opposed that decision.

"That's not Yukari, that's Xevia, Princess of Hearts! If we blow her up, we can get rid of the problem once and for all! Even the Love Tentacles that are on Earth would immediately die! Why can't you understand that, Julie?!" The protagonist's sister said.

"It doesn't matter, Yukari is Yukari! Xevia's just her other identity! Didn't you hear when she said that she didn't want to be the Princess of Hearts?! We have to save her!"

Facing the bickering characters, King was in deep thought. "Let's see... I collected the 'Heart-Throb Scepter' in the cathedral after the secret-reveal event in the attic from Yukari, but I'm not sure if that's all I need to finish the encounter. On the other hand, if I shoot the laser, Yukari will definitely die and Julie would probably leave me, but I can keep the robot sister legion..."

"Well, I'll drop a save here first and deal with it later." King said, saving the game and turning off his console. He was about to finish Doki-Doki Sisters: Shimmering Dusk but it was three in the afternoon, and he skipped lunch to play Doki-Doki Sisters.

He was a bit famished, so he opened the fridge to find... nothing edible. The fridge was almost empty save for some juice-boxes he kept in the fridge to cool, and nothing more. The cupboard was just filled with instant ramen and a single container of green tea powder for the occasional visitor.

"Ah, right. I kind of miss my future self's cooking..." King said, remembering the dishes his future self prepared. 'Being functionally immortal meant that one can get whatever new skills whenever they wanted,' according to his future self. Brutal and unforgiving during the training, but damn it he was a good cook. The only thing he had now was...

Looking at the instant ramen on the counter, on any given day King would've settled for some instant ramen, but after eating his future self's cooking... the ramen was slightly lacking. In a pinch he would eat it, but now that he was free...

"Hmm, I saw an advert for that one cheap rotating sushi bar once..."

Maybe he could go out for some sushi today. After all, he stomached three straight weeks (and another six years) of straight training. He was deserving of a little reward.

[30 minutes later, a random cheap sushi bar...}

Well, it wasn't surprising. It literally said so in the name, but still...

Cheap sushi was cheap.

Still, cheap sushi was the place to go if he wanted to eat his fill. The sushi wasn't terrible, but it wasn't great, either. It could fill his stomach, and that much was enough. Any other cafe had too many people, and he didn't want to risk people recognizing him. There was that one restaurant that he liked to go to for lunch and programming the game he was making on the side, but apparently there was a large squid monster that attacked the water supply tanks near the cafe, so they had to close down for some time while waiting for cleanup of the squid monster to finish.

"Damn... maybe I should try and learn how to cook from my future self, next time." King thought. If the sushi wasn't satisfying, he could try his hand at making some himself. But though he had S-Class pay, he knew better than to waste ingredients making sub-par sushi, and being a famous S-Class hero, just joining a random cooking lesson would be out of the question.

"Maybe I'll buy some raw ingredients and then bring them in next time. The fridge in the time room was looking a little light..."

Picking up the salmon sushi, King ate the two sushi on the plate and stacked them on one side. Huh, did he already go through eight plates? He didn't notice it at all.

"Still, I don't feel very full even after eight plates... maybe I'll go somewhere else that doesn't seem very packed." Picking up some corn mayo sushi, King made a mental note to go somewhere else after this. Strange, usually six or seven plates would be enough for him to feel full.

"Right, this is the last one. I think I'll go someplace with more filling food. A steakhouse might be nice." Picking up the fatty tuna and promptly eating it, King had finished up ten plates worth of sushi, and was about to go someplace else for more filling food.

"Master, he's a civilian! You can't-" King heard a chair push back and someone standing up. Turning to look, King saw-

"Huh, didn't think we'd see each other so soon, Mr 'World's Strongest'." Atomic Samurai said, extending a handshake.

"Oh, I didn't think you'd be here, too." King returned the handshake. "Is there anything you need from me? If not, I'll be going." King said, moving to pay for the food.

"Well, actually..."

"Shit. Why did I even say anything?"

"I actually came here to see you, King. Before we came to visit, though, we were just going to stop here for lunch." Atomic Samurai said.

"Is that so? What did you want to see me for?"

"The thing is, I don't take well with losses, and I want to regain even a little bit of my honor." Atomic Samurai said, patting the sword hanging by his waist. "I slashed at you 167,532 times. None of them hit. Even some of Flashy Flash's attacks connected, and I don't sit too well with that."

"So if you don't mind, King, I want to propose a duel." Atomic Samurai said expectantly.

"...A duel, huh. Sure, I don't mind. Just let me pay for my sushi, first." King said, getting up and moving to the counter to pay for his sushi.

[5 minutes later, an empty parking lot...}

"Thank you for agreeing to this match, King. I know I seem like a sore loser, but I just really hate losing, y'know?"

"That's the definition of a sore loser, though?" King thought.

Atomic Samurai unsheathed his sword. "Now then, are you ready, King?"

"Actually, before that, let me get something." King walked towards Iaian. "Can I borrow your sword sheath?"

"Uh, sure. Why?" Iaian unsheathed his sword and handed King the sheath.

"Well, I can't control my punches very well, and using a sword seems a bit much, so I thought just the sheathe would be good." King swung the sheathe around. "It's made of relatively hard wood, and if I use too much force, it'd break, so it shouldn't hurt as much as some of my own punches."

"Okay, you can start now." King said, holding the sheathe in one hand, in a completely relaxed stance.

"...Were you someone else, I'd assume you were insulting me. But seeing as it's you, 'The Strongest Man On Earth', I suppose something like this would be the perfect way to even the playing field a little more." Atomic Samurai chuckled demeaningly. "Now... here I come!"

Atomic Samurai stepped forth, attacking with a vertical slash. King simply stepped out of the range of the swing, but Atomic Samurai wasn't done yet. A flurry of slashes were aimed at King, yet he dodged them all with relative ease.

"S-so he really can dodge Master Atomic's sword slashes." One of Atomic Samurai's disciples, Bushidrill said in awe. "And he doesn't seem to be struggling at all!"

Dodging the last slash in Atomic Samurai's combo, King used the sheathe to lightly hit Atomic Samurai's back. But King's definition of 'light' wasn't really very reliable, so it actually quite heavy. Though Atomic Samurai wasn't as tough as most other heroes, his durability was still nothing to scoff at. Still, King's 'light' hit managed to send a small jolt of pain through Atomic Samurai's back.

"Sss... You're definitely holding back, King. Were these one of your punches, I'd be wounded already. Still, that feels like a leather whip hitting me dead on the back." Atomic Samurai said. "But this is fine. If you won't be attacking as often, I'll take my time slashing away at you!"

Atomic Samurai slashed his sword with renewed vigor, each slash faster than the last. Still, it was pretty much nothing to King. Compared to when he had to fight off a dozen Dragon-level threats in the time room all at once, Atomic Samurai's attacks were actually pretty manageable. And comparing them to his future self's attacks was like comparing the speed of a kid swinging a stick around and the speed of sound.

King then took one blow on purpose, surprising Atomic Samurai. "Ah, I wanted to see how strong one slash was. Sorry about that."

The blow wasn't as powerful as the blows of the martial arts masters like Bang, Bomb and Suicho, but they were concentrated on the thin edge of Atomic Samurai's blade. If he had to compare the cutting capability, it would be like Bomb's Whirlwind Iron-Cutting Fist's attacks, though a fair bit sharper.

"A-A slash landed." The cross-dressing disciple said. "But it didn't seem to affect King at all!"

"T-that can't be! That was one of Master Atomic's full-powered slashes! Is King tougher than Superalloy Darkshine?!" Iaian said in disbelief.

"Heh, to think even if one of my attacks landed, they would do nothing. You really do deserve your reputation. Aside from you, only Superalloy Darkshine can possibly shrug off my attacks easily. Though even then I should be able to at least leave a scratch. You seem perfectly unfazed, though."

"Well, I train my body often." King said. "Now then, do you want to continue? I don't really mind."

"There's no point in continuing this farce. Even if I hit you, it wouldn't affect you. And if you fully aim on dodging, I won't be able to hit you once." Atomic Samurai said. "I think only Flashy Flash would be fast enough to even land a blow on you."

"Well, not really. If Tatsumaki were there, she might be able to slow me down enough for a hit in." King thought.

"Actually, no. That reminded me that you were under Tatsumaki's powers the whole time we were fighting. If you activated that special power of yours again, even he might not be able to land a single hit. Though at that time you'd probably kill us first." Atomic Samurai said, a self-mocking smile on his face. "Also, you weren't even fighting me with that special power of yours activated, and I still can't land a hit on you."

"The whole time? I thought you said that she was just supporting you at the time." King asked.

"Well, we said 'support' us, and by 'support', we meant that she used as much power as she could without destroying the entire building. According to her, she used five-hundred times psychic gravity on you the whole time, restrained you with psychic powers, and even using her powers to raise stone walls to block you in order to buy time for us."

"Ah, I see..." King said. "Better not use that 'Crown of Rage' anytime soon. Not even those Dragon-level threats ever needed me to use them." Though thinking back, he never did use any of his 'crowns' during training. He never really felt the need to, and using them would also defeat the point of training.

"Well then, King. Before you go, I'd like to ask one more thing from you." Atomic Samurai said, holding up an apple. "This is an apple. I bought it from the store we were at."

"Try cutting this apple for me."

"I'm not very well versed in using a sword, though." King said. "Well, that is, single-edged swords. I prefer double-edged ones."

"Ah, so you know how to use a sword?" Atomic Samurai asked, surprised.

"Well, I rarely use one, and most of the time my fists are enough, so I never really use them, no." King said. "But back when I was weaker, the swords I used were mostly double-edged, so any of the techniques I came up with were for double-edged swords." King said, reminiscing over when he was fighting against Demon-level threats, he was sometimes offered a weapon to use, whether it was a sword, gun, bow, etc, etc. Ordinary guns were pretty much useless to anything above threat level Tiger or Demon, so that one was immediately out.

Usually he'd just pick a sword since it would mostly depend on his physical strength, and though he had plenty of choices, the double-edged swords were better in his opinion. What was the point of having one blunt edge, anyway? And though it was true that katanas were usually stronger and had a better cutting edge, he just preferred the double-edged swords as they could be used both ways. Longsword, broadsword, whatever. If it could cut, it would work.

Though after a while, punches and kicks were more convenient. They couldn't be disarmed like normal weapons, and the only way that would happen is if something cut off his arms and legs. And good luck doing that; whatever was in that liquid he drank every day, it toughened his body to extremity. Come to think of it, after the first few months of training, he couldn't remember when he last bled.

"Anyway, why do you want me to cut that apple?"

"You see, I have an unusual skill..." Atomic Samurai started his explanation.

"It's like palm reading. When I see how someone cuts things, I learn how that person has lived their life."

"I accepted those three back there as my disciples using that method. I'm interested how a man like you will cut that apple."

"Please, cut the apple for me. That is all I ask." Atomic Samurai said, handing King a wakizashi from his waist.

"Just a question before I do that: Does it only work with a sword? Like; as long as I cut it, will that skill of yours work?" King asked.

"I'm... not very sure. I've only ever used the method with someone cutting something with a sword.'' Atomic Samurai remarked, unsure.

"Hmm, okay then."

Unsheathing the sword, King sliced the apple cleanly in two.

"...I see, I wasn't expecting that." Atomic Samurai said, a hand on his chin.

"Why? What did you see?" King asked, handing the wakizashi back to Atomic Samurai.

"Well, my skill isn't omnipotent, but I can discern a great many things from it." Atomic Samurai said. "For example, I can tell that you weren't always strong."

"You used to be a normal person, weak and cowardly; though I mean nothing from that." Atomic Samurai raised his hands in mock surrender.

"I don't mind. I was quite the coward back then, too..." King said, not minding. Honestly, thinking back, he really was a massive coward... but that was normal! After all, with so many close brushes with death, he was surprised he managed to survive until he got that 'King Engine' of his in the future. "As they say, the brave die once, and the cowardly die many times before their death." King mocked himself.

"But still, only recently did you awaken a hidden strength, something that allowed you become stronger, to fight monsters and be a hero..." Atomic Samurai continued. "...And you still aim to become much stronger. That's impressive, King. Even at your level, you still want to become stronger?"

"Well, there's still a long road ahead of me. Just because I got stronger doesn't mean I need to stop because of that." King said. "Also, it pays to be prepared. If there happens to be a stronger monster that I can't handle at my current strength in the future, I'll be glad I continued training when I encounter it." King said, ripping off his future self.

"You're quite the impressive fellow, aren't you, King?" Atomic Samurai chuckled. "But also, while reading your past, I also learnt something."

"You have a secret. A dark secret that you don't want anyone to find out about no matter what."

"A dark secret, huh. Everyone has their secrets, I'm sure you do too." King said. Though he was slightly nervous. If he found out that he had a card that allowed him to cheat time and a future self that was 146 years old... explaining that would be a complete pain.

"Well, I can't tell what is actually is. As I said, it's not omnipotent." Atomic Samurai said.

"Phew, he doesn't know about it. I mean, if he could tell what it was, then I would be in trouble-"

"Though the only thing I can get about that secret is that it relates to... a little sister?"

...Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!

The 'King Engine' was roaring. King's face changed from a friendly one to a ruthless facade, and the only thing separating him from his 'Crown of Rage' state was that his eyes were still a deep blue.

"Whoa, whoa, King. Relax, I won't pry. Your secrets are your secrets." Atomic Samurai said nervously. Though they were both heroes, he knew that if King activated his special power, he wouldn't be able to control himself from killing everyone in the vicinity. On the other hand...

He felt that King wouldn't need that to kill him and his disciples, anyway.

The 'King Engine' subsided as King slowly calmed down. "Sorry about that, Atomic Samurai. My emotions got out of hand."

"...That was close! If it was any more descriptive, the fact that I play dating simulator games would be out of the bag! Why the hell did I even agree to cut the damn apple?! Did I want him to know all of my secrets?!" King mentally scolded himself for even entertaining him. He'd risk making an enemy of all the S-Classes before he'd let anyone know that he played dating simulators. If it was before, when he was just some antisocial loser otaku, then sure, so what if some people found out? He was just an ordinary antisocial loser otaku that didn't have friends; someone would probably forget about it soon enough.

Though now as an S-Class Hero... he was essentially known world-wide! Letting the fact that he played dating simulator games loose would be like committing social suicide- no, it WAS committing social suicide! It's true that he goes out shopping on incognito most of the time, anyway, but if his cover was blown, he'd rather be known as 'The Strongest Man On Earth', rather than 'The S-Class Hero That Loves Dating Simulators'!

It was a good thing Atomic Samurai didn't actually know anything else about his gaming 'preferences'. If he did find out...

King would have to decide between killing an S-Class Hero and three of his innocent disciples, and keeping his secret. And he was afraid that wouldn't be a very hard choice. Murder was deceptively easy to get over when one was dead-set on doing it.

"...I'll be going now." King said, before calmly walking away, 'bloodlust' still quaking beneath his figure.

"There he goes. I wonder what secret he had, to emit such bloodlust..." Okamaitachi wondered aloud.

"Stop that train of thought. It's rude to poke into other people's business, especially their secrets." Atomic Samurai reprimanded. "Also... it seems like King wouldn't hesitate to commit murder to ensure that secret remains a secret."

"B-but he's a hero! Would he really break the rules and kill a fellow hero?!" Bushidrill said.

"When he gets serious, he can't tell friend from foe. He's also perfectly willing to kill in that state." Atomic Samurai said solemnly. "If he wanted us dead... we wouldn't be talking right now."

"King... what a dreadful man." Atomic Samurai said, looking at the direction King left in.

[15 minutes later, outside King's Apartment...}

"I need to calm down. There's no way Atomic Samurai can infer that I play dating simulators based on the words 'little sister'." King tried to calm himself down. Entering his apartment, King turned on his TV to continue playing his save file.

"Now then, which should I choose... I'll try saving Yukari first, then I'll see what happens when I shoot the meteor instead after I finish that route." King selected the 'save Yukari/Xevia' option.

"Hah! I knew I could trust you, [King]! See, even your older brother agrees! We need to save Yukari!" Julie, the character the protagonist saved said.

"B-but big brother! What about the robot sister army? They'll get taken over by the Throb Virus!" The protagonist's younger sister didn't agree.

"Hmm, which dialogue option would make her less angry..." King said to himself, pondering his choices.

As he thought of the best dialogue option to choose, King suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Hmm? Who's that?" Dropping down an extra save, King turned off the console, hid the games where no one could ever find them (in the game closet) and then prepared to open the door.

"Who is it?" King asked.

"It's me. Open up, King." From the other side of the door, King could hear Flashy Flash's voice. What was he doing here?

Opening the door, Flashy Flash stood in the corridor, arms crossed. "I've been thinking, King. I heard that recently you've been learning martial arts from Silver Fang?"

"Yeah, I was. I finished up a few weeks ago."

"I know. I heard how you mastered Silver Fang's martial art, and then his brother's, and then another martial art, all in just three weeks." Flashy Flash said.

"That's impressive, you have immense physical ability and combat instincts, yet you strive for more battle capabilities. That's a good mindset, you'll make a great hero." Flashy Flash praised.

"Ah, thank you. And you're here because...?" King got straight to the point, though he had a sinking feeling he knew why he was here.

"Straight to the point, that's good. I want to have a little rematch. I don't doubt your capabilities, though I'd like to have another go." Flashy Flash said.

"I expected that." King sighed. "Atomic Samurai just challenged me to a duel earlier."

"Atomic Samurai did? I suppose his stubbornness is expected. Do not get me wrong, King. I say that you were fully deserving of that win. I just want to have another attempt at fighting you, without that special ability of yours." Flashy Flash said.

"Hmm, okay then. Where do you want to fight?" King asked.

"Follow me."

[45 minutes later, in the middle of a forest...}

"This is where we'll be fighting." Flashy Flash said, leading King to an open empty clearing within the dense forest.

"Okay then. Huh, the leaves are starting to brown already..." King noted. It was getting colder nowadays. Was it time for autumn already?

"Anyway, I'm ready when you are-"

Catching a kunai that was aiming straight for his face, King noted that Flashy Flash was nowhere to be seen.

"Ah, I forgot you're an assassin. That's fine with me." King said, realizing that he had just blindly followed an assassin straight into an open area, and was distracted by the trees of all things, letting him just get out of sight. "I wanted to try training for sneak attacks before, but most monsters don't really try to use an ambush or sneak attacks or whatever."

"I suppose now would be a good time." Smoothly catching the flow of shuriken that were aimed for him, King caught all of them- and didn't miss the one going for his blind spot.

Throwing the kunai he caught directly behind him, it deflected another kunai that exploded upon impact.

"Those are some fancy tools. I wouldn't want to get hit by one of those." King said. "I'm wearing my favorite shirt underneath this jacket, I'd rather not get it blown up."

Dodging another hail of shuriken, King deduced Flashy Flash's location. Directly above a branch, King could see a black silhouette behind the leaves. Jumping towards the silhouette, King got ready to land a light blow on Flashy Flash-

-though the only thing on that branch was a decoy. It exploded and pelted King with tiny needles- that were easily caught by King. "These needles seem to be coated in something... poison maybe?" King calmly thought.

Swiping away the next barrage of shuriken, kunai and other weapons, King simply watched where the weapons were coming from and dodged every one of them. Finally, after 30 seconds-

"Found you." King jumped towards a tree and kicked it down. From the falling leaves King could finally see the silhouette of Flashy Flash- the real one.

"Tsk."

"Hey, Flash. Wanna get to the close combat part of my assassination?" King asked, almost bored. Then again, dodging attacks from his blind spot was easier than expected. After all- they were slow as hell compared to him. Catching them was a simple affair of plucking them out of the air.

"Hmph. Fine, then." Flashy Flash said, unsheathing his sword.

King simply stood still. "I'm ready when you are."

...

...

...

Panting heavily, Flashy Flash knelt on the ground, King stood calmly in the only spot that wasn't utterly destroyed.

"I can't believe it. The last time you defeated me together with Atomic Samurai, Silver Fang and Tatsumaki, you were on the offensive the whole time, so there was no time for any forbidden techniques, and I had to go on the defensive... and run away." Flashy Flash said. "I thought to myself that if I had been able to use all my attacks, all my ninja skills, all my forbidden techniques, the fight would probably have gone differently."

"...But you've proven me wrong. You never even attacked me the whole time, and yet, none of my attacks even reached you. All my forbidden techniques, my ace cards, all my secret weapons..."

Flashy Flash looked at a shattered kunai on the ground. "Nothing mattered to you. You just weaved my attacks away as easily as you were pushing aside a child's hand. I can no longer look at this any other way."

Though defeated and on the ground, Flashy Flash smiled. "You won, King. You have completely and utterly won."

"Yeah, you were pretty good, yourself." King said, extending an arm towards Flashy Flash. "Those attacks were faster than Atomic Samurai's attacks, and even then your hand-to-hand combat skills were pretty good in and of itself."

Taking King's hand, Flashy Flash's face became a serious one. "And that brings me to another point I wanted to bring up."

"Aw shit. Here we go again."

"Your competence is without question, King. But you can be so much more. Learn under me, and become my disciple, King!"

So, yeah, this the chapter. I hope you enjoyed it

Again, This chapter would not have been possible if it had not been for my editor, so again I say it, thanks for doing me this great favor

I always find it funny how the inspiration I should have to make these chapters is wasted in making other stories

But hey, take care and see you next time

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