e-revenge

The frozen wasteland cracked and groaned under the fury of their clash. Kenshi, a whirlwind of fire and shadow, danced around Sub-Zero's icy advances. The Whisperfang sang a fiery song as it met Frostmourne in a symphony of sparks. Each clang echoed the screams of his fallen clan, fueling his desperation and resolve.

Kenshi struck first, unleashing a flurry of Shirai Ryu techniques. Teleporting behind Sub-Zero, he whipped out a searing dragon-whip, ripping through the Grandmaster's icy armor. Sub-Zero countered with a blast of freezing air, encasing Kenshi in a cocoon of frost. But the NEET ninja laughed, the laughter crackling like embers. He ripped through the ice with a telekinetic pulse, the Oni Mask's power whispering promises of ultimate revenge.

The battle morphed into a macabre ballet. Kenshi, fuelled by fury and newfound darkness, unleashed the Scorpion's signature moves. He rained fiery hell with flaming skulls, their hollow eyes mocking Sub-Zero's stoicism. He teleported in a blink, burying Frostmourne deep in the Grandmaster's shoulder before vanishing in a puff of smoke.

Sub-Zero roared, his icy blood splattering the frozen ground. He summoned a blizzard, the frigid winds howling with his rage. Kenshi, blinded and battered, felt the cold seep into his bones. But the fire within him roared defiance. He ripped off the Oni Mask, the shadows around him coalescing into a fiery serpent that soared through the frozen storm.

The serpent slammed into Sub-Zero, its fiery fury melting his armor, turning the Grandmaster into a screaming ice statue. Kenshi stumbled towards the dissolving figure, the whisper of a thousand Shirai Ryu voices pulsing through his mind. In that frozen moment, he received the legacy of his ancestors, every secret, every technique, every smoldering ember of their vengeance.

Sub-Zero shattered, melting into a pool of icy water. The frozen wasteland dissolved, morphing back into the digital arena of the Grid. Kenshi stood alone, the fire in his eyes now tinged with wisdom, the weight of his ancestors' secrets a heavy mantle on his shoulders.

"He who once died, reborn in vengeance," Kasumi's voice echoed, "now wields the Shirai Ryu's legacy. But remember, Master Kenshi, true power lies not in darkness, but in the will to rise above it."

Kenshi nodded, the Oni Mask resting ominously in his hand. He was no longer just a NEET ninja, no longer just a tool of vengeance. He was the embodiment of a legacy, a guardian of the flame. And his quest for justice had just begun