Kommandant Ein Part 3

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Prepare for anything and everything.

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"Nifreim? You're from Norse or something?" Moji asked as the dragon attached to him receded back into his body. It felt freaky but that was for another time.

"Hogogogo... No, I am not. It's a name I adopted." Nifreim explained. It was almost a casual atmosphere if they weren't ready to bash in each other's skulls.

"Hey, why the friendly tone? You scared or something?" A tempter of fate he was, he very much was.

"Hah. It's nothing too much. It's not like I am in a hurry or something. I too very much want to take my time and make the most of this." He cracked his neck, a loud popping sound popped oof.

"This isn't a date, you know? Tis a battle of a century!" Sorin waved his sword wildly.

"Hm... Alright, if you're insisting on being a giant baby, you reveal your powers to me and I will, in return, reveal my powers to you." No way someone was dumb enough to-

"Deal!" Except for them.

"Easy as taking candy for a kid.... Wait, was it from? Ah, I don't remember." And maybe him as well. Did they have an ability to down IQ into their surroundings or what?

"Well, who is going first?" Moji gestured to him, his pal and the Nordic but not really Nordic man.

"Very well. I shall. Ahem, listen up and listen well," they did, a free opportunity towards peering deeper into the enemy's cards couldn't hurt. Badly.

"As it is clear as day, my powers belong to fire. Hellfire to he exact. Are they fires from actual Hell? They aren't but if anyone labelled it so, nobody would blame them." Was it the Fae that they kept hearing about? Or was it Alma? What was Alma in the first place?

"Right, they are normal fires. They are black... Could also kill immortals, and absorb other fires into it... Hm... And this book makes it easier to burn." Nifreim showed the book, a non-descript one at that. It was the same one as before.

Caveat was that it burned with the same flames that surrounded his body. Wait, it was on flames...

"How is that..." Moji asked.

"Alma."

"What's the difference between that and magic?"

"Hm... I suppose that's because in this universe," he flipped the pages, implying-- proving, rather --that it wasn't just for cosmetics, "Alma comes from one's soul as a sort of life force but Magic comes from a transcendental realm or entity outside the hierarchy of existences. Whatever that means..."

"Ooh... You know, I should have expected that..." Moji took a look back. And he really should have by the time he punched that whole city block into dust.

"Yeah... Alma is pretty mysterious, pretty damn powerful as well." Nifreim laid out the explanation.

"I see... Does it relate to Minority Realm... Hey, Sorin, where are you going?" Moji rightly turned around to see Sorin walking off into the distance."

"It's making me yawn, better to take my chances at adventuring elsewhere at this point." Sorin deadpanned.

"Minority Realm's large as a continent. It's a space where we all can use to speak undisturbed, given by the one and only, Kaiser. This time, it's a battlefield. What are yours?" Nifreim shook his hands like it was wet.

"Hah, now that's something I can bear with... Hear hear, young ones, my moveset consists of-

"Burnt Fist." Moji disappeared. At least for human's sense of perception, he basically disappeared. Of course, being faster than human eyes could reliably catch were nothing special even among the lowest of Shamblers.

As the air caught on fire by speed alone with a vacuum following suit, and shockwaves spread out with the accompanying house-sized block of stones Moji displaced, half-melted and gave it a small chance of feeling what it was being airborne.

"Hey, that's cheating. Grr... Ah well, what can you do? We all are at the start of our journey and in need of development..." He loosened his pose, accepting it as soon as it began. He searched for an opening...

Realistically, the effects here couldn't describe how fast he really was. He was as fast as mach 50, almost double the amount of a cosmic velocity.

He was punching that man thousands of times in under a second. It looked like an insane light show. Amazingly, none of them landed. They were off-handedly smacked aside by one hand.

"So slow..." Nifreim was almost yawning. And Moji smiled, if this was what it took to actually make Nifreim sweat than he would pity the fireman.

"Try that one for size then." Moji ducked under whatever it was Sorin was preparing. It was his ice trident cocked back into a throwing position.

"Alley-oop." It was a simple saying. And it may or may not be as funny. But what was probably better than those two was how much force it packed into its small frame.

He blocked it. But well, you don't simply block that trident of Sorin's. He was launched off of the ground like take-off and like take-off what carried him into the air was the trident's force doing all the work.

"Hrk! Why is it so hard to..." To his dismay. He would have launched it back at them if he had access to his arms. Unfortunately, he had not. His arm was frozen stuck. Even if it hadn't dug into his skin, parts of his arms were frozen solid.

Bang.

And while his thoughts may run at unimaginable speeds, the world did too. At least, the speeds created from that throw was enough to cross the horizon and impact a mountain in a short span of a moment.

There was a dust cloud as huge as the four kilometer mountain if not bigger as it cracked into big fragments of mountainous stone. Shards of blue lights scattered around the area. The trident was gone from the impact zone but it wasn't destroyed. It was but...

It reformed right on the tips of the wielder's fingers again. It was a reusable, fast and destructive weapon that could fragment mountains.

As powerful as it was, it was nowhere near the amount needed to put Nifreim in a fatal condition. He unfroze his frozen arms with a flex of his power, rolling off to the surrounding was black flames that didn't burn.

As long as the user wielded it so anyway, "Your firepower has received an upgrade it seems... But it is still not enough."

He raised his hands, holding empty air. "Let me see how you respond towards this."

"Black Ozone!"

And back over to the Human Kings, "Hey... Do you see that thing?" They were a bit scared out of their minds. It was only natural seeing a small sun almost as big as the four kilometer mountain they smashed Nifreim into emerge from horizon and move slowly to it's destination.

Their destination being Moji and Sorin's graves, "Fighting fire with fire sounds like a good idea, yeah?"

It was a rhetorical question as Moji responded in putting his hand on the ground and the other grabbing a non-existent axe. It looked really similar to that man who was branded with the Lion Sin of Pride...

Which I forgot the name of, and Sorin switched back to his regular old bladed mortal weapon. He holstered the trident and he clenched both of his hands tightly on the handle of the currently unnamed sword.

He charged forward as Moji pooled power into the growing sun. It was half as big as the black one. "Brace for impact!" He yelled just for the sake of he and himself.

"Sky Splitting Command!" It was a titanic feat. A blast of concentrated air in the form of a crescent moon halved the entire black orb, it didn't stop there. As it said, it continued to pierce the Heavens and beyond that.

Consequently, it detonated itself right on top of the other more controlled and friendly giant orb of doom that was colored orange like the Sun...

Well, at least the Sun's color of which was affected by atmospheric scattering. Other than that, both were very far away of what the Sun looked like.

It tried to reach for them, the blast advanced many times faster than the speed of sound. It was not a surprise that the black ball's attempt at reaching for them would fail upon meeting the fiery globe's own mountain-destroying explosion...

They warred against each other as their offensive capabilities protected them from what would be a lot of fatal injuries being inflicted.

And it protected well even if the black sun had multiple times the destructive force of Moji's man-made Sun.

That was the case but not for long.

"Crap! I can't believe that it's doing that!" Sorin shifted worriedly to look at Moji's face. Why did he say that? What happened?

"What's wrong?" Sorin asked as he moved to do another of that sky cutting attack.

"Those flames aren't normal... It's eating my element apart! I am trying to fight it off but that's just delaying the inevitable." Moji's words were true as the original fire he built up was changed and corrupted into the same texture as the ball of burning energy that he was against.

"Hm... That's troublesome... But I do have remedy it as all good heroes should have..." Moji sweated as Sorin pulled back the icy trident again.

"So, what are yours powers again?" Sorin scratched his chin with the bladed part of the pole.

"Are we seriously talking about... Absolutely incredulous." He looked back at the flames and surprisingly. They stopped.

Everything stopped. "Huh?"

"Talking is a free action. Duh." Sorin explained to him like someone had asked him how was the weather.

"Ah... Ooh.... Hm... I didn't know that reality itself was subject to tropes but I guess there is a first time for anything... Whatever. Have you ever heard of that one Yonkou from One Piece?" Moji piped up.

"Hm... You mean that cannibalistic tyrant that might have been good if that girl actually had good parents and doesn't follow the dream of, very enthusiastically and convincingly, subjugating diverse group people into its regime." He nodded. Slowly. That was way too in depth for Moji to find comfortable.

Was that Kaiser's motive? No, it wouldn't be... He didn't think that Big Mom would even allow one of those things near her territory...

"So, you're granting a part of your soul to the things you give it to?" Sorin imagined what it was like having an entourage of army that was like-minded to him. Oh yes, he could even taste the glory coming all the way from the future...

"Not really. I grab things and I use their element to attack my enemies... Makes you wonder if I can really do that though? My limit back then was two elements... Now it's five. I only have one left after fire, wind, rock and water. Make it count." They focused on the hanging blade over their necks.

"Here, I have no special abilities except for this trident. It's the exact same thing as that baleful flame except it is off the iciest seas they ever encountered." He poked the trident in Moji's view.

"Aye aye, captain." He laid a hand on it.

"Huh, why can't it..." And it didn't do anything, a blank shot that was neither sabotaged or malfunctioned on its own. It was more like he didn't have any bullets left...

"Fire. Wind. Water. Stone. What's the fifth?" He shouted.

Zoom.

It was only a thin wall of his flames that held the oncoming destruction of this cliff and the land surrounding it at bay.

"Umm... Time to give up stone I guess." He switched out rocks of stone for rocks of ice.

He put water and wind together and that made snow. And then he combined snow with ice, making up a blizzard. He quickly doused the fire and began fighting with ferocious icy cold winds.

"Oh... They are actually able to fight back against that? How very neat. Then, let's up the ante for a bit..." His heat intensed, an actual command of effort was spent in raising his arms to the direction where he sent that orb flaunting up the hill.

"Detonation." Wait, that wasn't the actual detonation?

Black Ozone was not a typical explosion attack. It still was but it had some parts else that was inside the definition of firepower.

Black Ozone had three phases. Airburst, explosion and then the last and final one was shockwaves.

That last part about overwriting normal flames was it's airburst component. Now it's time to move on to it's more explosive counterpart.

"Uohhh!!!" It overshadowed the entirety of the patch of sky where they rested under. It was 30 miles of unmatched darkness covering the blue cloudy sly, calculating it and converting into more comprehensible numbers that thing could bust dozens of medium-sized mountains.

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And then the shockwaves happened, the dreaded third phase begins...

Over a thousand kilometers, Kirakaze was spotted carrying all of his friends in his arms. It wasn't too much of a hassle with his new suit but it wasn't exactly easy either.

Luckily, at this range, the shockwave couldn't reach a glimpse of that suit's durability, but another of it's component could, and that was it's thermal radiation.

"Hm?" He dodged the heat wave of third-degree burns by hiding in a very sturdy mountain. I guess this rocky terrain actually had its advantage. He thought.

"Hm... What happened?" He dropped them one by one as they all stirred into awakening. The first one up was Monchichi herself.

"A lot of things did... Well, not really but it will be a hard pill to swallow..." He resumed.

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"Ah... How are we still alive?" Moji contemplated on the fact that their environment might be Limbo.

He wasn't exactly by a lot either. The stone under them they could label a floor was a black as the attack that would have put them six feet under the ground.

And it wasn't exactly wide either, it was the size of a house at best and the barriers that made it so was fluffy and scaly and white and very unknown on whether it was alive or not.

Sorin shrugged. "Ah, you shouldn't question boons... We must fight another day, and that is enough to pay back that boon." He swung his sword to lay still at his own shoulder.

"Yeah, boss, that was a close one..." An icy voice piped up.

"Yeah... Indeed..." Moji responded tiredly as he sat down on the ground to rest.

"Hey, who... What is that?" Sorin bafflingly pointed at the ice cold voice.

"Oh, it is just me Blizzard! Though... I think I would like a better name..." Lo and behold, there was a single swirl of a small blue snow tornado with six eyes glowing azure looking right at them.

"Er... Are you sure your ability is not like that of Big Mom's?" Sorin side-eyed Moji.

"I don't know anymore... This world's too confusing for me...."

To be continued.

Right, if I am not terribly bad at measuring things, this whole series of events should end in part four. I find my power to describe action to be lacking. I will try harder than I normally do...

Expect longer time between chapters tho. Love ya all. This is me, signing off.