Day Five: Morning

[Yamu]

Yamu felt a little lonely as the sun climbed overhead, he pulled out his map to see who was left on the island. Not a single name left there could he trust to align with at that moment. The veiny titan would not have minded an enemy right then. Might not have killed them either?just wound them a little, immobilize them just for the company. Just something to do would have been wonderful.

Something to sharpen his edge.

The hairless human found a hill that broke through above the trees, he really had no other direction so he decided to climb the low rise of earth and survey the surroundings. The mound stood high enough that he could see two of the shorelines that ringed the island.

Tall grass drifted against his thighs as he listened to the persistent breeze that carried that he thought might carry a hint of salt had his sense of smell not been lost with the acid burns that marred his face.

The Endgame was approaching. Yamu could feel it in the island. His new role as a shaman had tuned his body to the moods of the natural world around him. The island was bracing itself, the land was drawing itself up to resist the inevitable damage that the Finals would produce.

It was in the air he breathed and the land beneath his feet, Dante was preparing itself.

Yamu would have to prepare himself to.

He was the katana.

He had to sharpen his edge.

A red flame licked across his right arm, then a second danced across his neck. Kaioken was like a drug to Yamu. Power was an intoxicant and the crimson flames that began to flare up over his body infused every cell with exponential strength. It was a full body orgasm, embracing the inner strength and rising raw power to its full potential was better then any narcotic. The ebony eyed Earthling raised his power slowly, letting the heat rise at a steady pace instead of the explosion he created during a fight. He let the power build, feeling the rise in power drip into every blood cell, down every fingertip, into the center of every bone.

Yamu?s eyes flashed red, blotting out the sun and dying the grass in a blood red hue, and he became only a red smear to the cameras as he seemed to shoot into every direction at once, his ki sand covered fist cutting through the air it went through, parting the gaseous molecules, exploding the atoms. A cacophony of sonic booms shattered the island?s tranquility as the sound waves from the explosions of the parted air finally reached his eardrums. Yamu spun through the air again firing a shots from his ki machine gun from dozens of different directions, then dropping the automatic rifle back to the ground below.

The bullets were slower the then giant earthling and he beat the volley of shots back to the center of the hill. As the self inflicted attack neared him, he spun, throwing the sand off of his arm and using the ki infused grains as a shield, the energy sand-storm deflecting most of the oncoming projectiles.

As the rest bore down on him Yamu sneered as he let the rush of Kaioken overwhelm him, over take him, command him. He gave into the climax, let the artificial rush bring a gasp from his mouth as red flames dashed out all around him. He gave into the seductive lure of power and his energy exploded tossing the rest of the ki bullets to the side.

The hairless human forced himself to breath lightly as he ever so slowly let the crimson glow leave his body. It felt like loosing hope to let go of the might technique but he knew he had to. Fatigue began to settle in from his overexerted body but he fought that down as well. The ki sand swirled like a swarm of locus and gathered over his useless arm giving it mobility once again.

In another flash of his now pitch black aura Yamu caught the ki machine gun before it hit the ground.

Kaioken made him lighting, and he would be gone before the thunder could hit his enemies.

If there were no enemies to face he would have to train by himself. He would not sit on the sidelines. Dante?s Abyss was his game this year. He would be ready.