Greatest of All TimeSeason 2 – Chapter 13: Despair Insane
Silence.
The battlefield had fallen completely still.
Broken swords lay scattered across the ruined mountain.
Smoke drifted through the sky.
The Tiger Army...
The students...
Siya...
Every pair of eyes was locked on the blood-covered boy kneeling in the crater.
Arashio.
His breathing was weak.
Blood dripped from his fingertips.
The Dragon King stood above him, one hand gripping the unconscious Tiger Master.
"...Is this truly the warrior who believed he could stop me?" the Dragon King said coldly.
He turned away.
"This battle is over."
The Dragon King leaped toward his flagship.
The Dragon Army erupted in cheers.
"Long live the Dragon King!"
"Victory belongs to us!"
Siya lowered her head.
"...Arashio..."
A tear rolled down her cheek.
Then—
...tap.
A single drop of blood hit the shattered ground.
The wind stopped.
The flames stopped.
Even the dragons circling above became strangely quiet.
Arashio slowly lifted his head.
His left eye ignited with a brilliant crimson light.
His right eye blazed with neon blue.
James opened his eyes inside the subconscious.
"...It's happening."
Saku's smile disappeared.
"So... we've reached this point."
The two souls walked toward each other.
For the first time...
Neither of them spoke.
They simply extended their hands.
"...Ready?"
"...Ready."
Their fists collided.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!
The entire subconscious exploded into endless blue and crimson light.
Outside—
Arashio's two different eye colors began to merge.
Red...
Blue...
Crimson...
Azure...
Until both eyes became...
Radiant Purple.
A terrifying aura erupted from his body.
The iron chains binding his arms trembled violently.
CRACK.
CRACK.
CRAAAAAAACK!!
Every chain exploded into dust.
The Dragon King stopped walking.
"...Impossible."
Arashio slowly stood.
His movements were calm.
Silent.
Almost effortless.
Purple energy flowed around him like a quiet ocean instead of a raging storm.
James and Saku's voices echoed together.
"Fusion complete."
"Despair Insane activated."
Arashio opened his eyes.
For the first time...
There was no anger.
No fear.
Only absolute focus.
The Dragon Army charged.
"HUNDREDS OF THEM!"
Dragons filled the sky.
Spears.
Fire.
Lightning.
Thousands of attacks descended together.
Arashio didn't move.
The first spear reached him—
—and missed.
The second—
Missed.
The third—
Missed.
To everyone watching...
It looked as though the attacks were simply passing through empty air.
"No..."
A Dragon General whispered.
"He's moving..."
"But I can't see him..."
The battlefield erupted.
Purple flashes appeared everywhere.
A Dragon Soldier looked behind him.
Too late.
BOOM!
Another was thrown into the sky.
A third collapsed before he even realized he had been struck.
Arashio's movements were smooth.
Perfect.
No wasted motion.
Every dodge flowed into a counterattack.
Every step placed him exactly where danger wasn't.
Within seconds...
The battlefield belonged to him alone.
The Dragon King slowly smiled.
"...Now this is interesting."
He placed the Tiger Master's unconscious body safely inside the flagship.
Then he turned.
Purple eyes met golden eyes.
The wind howled.
The clouds split apart.
Neither warrior spoke.
The Dragon King slowly clenched his fist.
Arashio quietly exhaled.
"...Come."
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!
The mountain disappeared beneath the shockwave as both warriors vanished at the exact same instant.