When Baraka was a kid of 8 years old, he and Baroka(32 years old, spikey but slightly messy hair. Baraka's father), had just finished training. Baroka and Baraka sat together Infront of the training grounds that was just a few hundred meters away from their house, Baraka complained with scratches and bruises on his hands while he sat on the floor with a wooden sword "Aaaah! Daaad! I'm tired. Did we really have to train that hard today?", Baroka looked at him with confusion "What, was training to harsh today?", he asked. Baraka replied "Yeah, it was. Practicing how to use my powers is a pain when I'm doing it against you. Not to mention the endurance training.", Baroka smiled "Well it wouldn't be training if you didn't feel any pain In your body. Now, would it?". Baraka pouted "Whatever.", Baroka smiled and kept quiet, he was enjoying the bright day. After reminiscing, he said to his son "Baraka, we live on a world filled with violence. There is always one thing after another, there would always be disagreements, and there would always be fights.', Baraka looked at his father "Yeah, I know that. They tell us that a lot in the academy. What did they call it again? Kill or be killed, something like that.". Baroka closed his eyes and asked "Kids dont disrespect you in class anymore, do they?", Baraka looked confused "Huh? Well, not anymore. I never really cared about how people looked at me, as long as I didn't get hit, I'd just ignore them.". Baraka stood up with excitement and a playfull grin "Oh, that reminds me. One time, when a kid called Kinto a loser last week, me, Alex and Kinto tracked him down all the way to the football field and ambushed him. We beat him and his friends to a pulp.", a tired smile appeared on Baroka's face "What the hell is wrong with children today? Well, it's not like myself and Kito didn't do worse as kids when they'd make fun of him.". Baroka explained to his son "Look, Baraka. Like I said, this world operates on violence, the system trains children on how to do whatever they want them to do so they can grow up and become power houses.", Baraka looked confused "What are you saying, dad?". Baroka explained "Im saying its okay to operate on violence, but at the same time, you should know how to show mercy to enemies. If the city tells you to go after someone and kill them, you do it. But regardless, show empathy. Even if the person is a cold hearted criminal, show that you still have that bit of human emotions in you.". Baraka took his time to think, he looked down in confusion. Baroka placed his hand on Baraka's head, Baraka looked up with shock, his eyes widened. Baroka was smiling at him "You know, Baraka? I'm pretty proud of you.", the place went dark, "Learn to be good, and learn how to protect your allies.". Currently, everywhere was dark for a moment. Baraka groaned in pain as he tried pushing himself into standing up "Learn to be human.... regardless on how messed this world is. Learn to protect your allies too, that was what you taught me! And yet.....". Baraka was bleeding from his head, to his arms, his torso was exposed as well due to his rock armor cracking away. Baraka stood up straight despite his body being in severe pain "I've always been the aggressive type. I get angry and tend to lose myself. But even despite that, I still had the ability to show pity and empathy towards others. But to be honest.... that kind of really depends.", Baraka looked at Ballistic who was standing a few feet away. The face armor cracked and crumbled to the floor, Baraka tried to make sense of what he was seeing. His eyes widened "Haa? No! No way!! It can't be!", he was in complete shock. Diablo sat on his couch, he muttered while seemingly explaining "The inner demon chamber isn't just a chamber that let's you fight the evil version of yourself, sometimes it differs. You can fight your insecurity that takes the shape of you, sometimes it can be your mistakes shaped in human form you end up fighting. And sometimes, it can take the idea of a person you're thinking of, a person you feel a strong bond with who no longer exists.". Baraka was standing in shock, his eyes widened "No! No way!", he said in disbelief. Diablo continued to think to himself "And when you face off against someone you truly love in that place, your mind would feel like breaking into nothing but pieces.". Baraka was almost crying, tears almost dripping from his eyes, who was standing infront of him was non other than the manifestation of Baroka, Baraka's father who had died years ago. His face was glowing white energy, he didn't have any kind of expression, he was just stoic. A blast of energy shot out of Baroka, he stood in a place, his form being the only thing Baraka could see. Baraka groaned and cried "Why....?! Why did it have to be you I'd face like this?! I've missed you..... so much! I even had the chance of seeing you in my sleep once! So why?!", he yelled with anger "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SHOW UP LIKE THIS?!", energy scattered out of him, destroying everything like an out of control lightning storm. Baraka was in rage, tears pouring out of his eyes despite how angry he was. Constructs of rocks started forming around him, giant hammer, axe's, swords and all sorts of projectiles "WHY?!". He yelled again, the manifestation of Baroka(Ballistic) looking back at him "WHHHHHYYY?!", Baraka's rage exploded, his energy shooting out of his body with even more power and chaos. Baroka stretched his hand to the side, creating a ball of rock covered with energy that transformed into a sword, his energy shooting out of his body like a thunderstorm too. Both Baraka and Baroka stood infront of each other, their powers destroying the land around just by them standing and exhibiting their power.
END OF CHAPTER.