"Goodbye, Fyn. I hope we meet again... so I can kill you properly," Jokert said as he faded away into the unknown.
"Hmm?" Fyn muttered, stepping far back from Haruka.
"I'm sorry, guys... I made a promise, but... I need to win," Haruka whispered as his body suddenly lit up—so bright it nearly blinded Fyn.
"Hmm?!" Fyn shouted, hurling her hammer at Haruka in response.
"Stop Time: Type 4," Haruka declared. Everything around him froze.
"You know, this is actually kind of fun... I never realized how enjoyable stopping time could be. No wonder all the time-manipulators go insane," Haruka mused, walking in slow circles around the immobilized Fyn.
"You promised..." a faint, broken voice echoed—an old man's dying whimper carried by the wind.
"...I'm sorry," Haruka said, swinging his hand clean through Fyn's frozen chest.
"Time resume," he added calmly, walking away.
As Haruka approached Kohaku's body, he noticed something odd. Fyn's body began disintegrating into dust. Haruka turned to get a better look—only to find the body had completely vanished.
"Huh?! Where the hell's the body?!" Haruka shouted, spinning around frantically—only to see a blood-soaked hand erupt from Kohaku's chest, clawing its way out.
"Shit!" Haruka sprinted forward, but the figure burst out of Kohaku's body, leaving a gaping hole. It launched itself forward and kicked Haruka square in the face, sending him crashing into a wall.
"Aagh! Shit... you..." Haruka growled, vomiting a mouthful of blood. He glared at the blood-drenched figure now standing in front of Kohaku's mangled corpse.
"How the hell did you survive?" Haruka coughed, wiping the blood from his mouth and casting a quick healing spell.
"My passive skill..." the figure...no....Fyn said, summoning a sword from thin air.
"Hoh~ Fyn the Figure. What a terrible name," Haruka chuckled, unsheathing a large metal bat from his inventory.
"Heh~ Who the hell names themselves after a girl, huh?" Fyn scoffed, charging forward and swinging her sword.
Their weapons clashed violently as they struggled for dominance. Suddenly, Haruka spat into Fyn's eye.
"Ugh!" Fyn staggered, blinded.
Taking full advantage, Haruka slammed his foot into Fyn's gut, sending her flying into a wall and crashing to the ground.
"Kah!" Fyn coughed up blood, wiping the spit from her eye. "Man... didn't know you were into kinky stuff."
Fyn stood up, conjuring a soap bar and a bucket of water.
"Give me a second—I need to wash my face first," she said, splashing himself.
"Oh sure, go ahead. I can wait..." Haruka replied, summoning a white plastic chair—like the one from Devil May Cry 5.
(Author's note: Yeah, I know it's a mod, but it fits too well. Onward!)
Haruka sat down and pulled out a book titled How to Counter a Yandere Incest Situation.
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[Timeskip: 20 minutes later]
"...So that's how you counter them, huh? Man, if I knew this earlier... would've saved me so much time," Haruka sighed, closing the book.
"Right?! If only we read this before all that nonsense started," Fyn said, now sitting beside him, sipping tea and casually reading the same book.
"I know, right? Anyway... let's get back to fighting."
Haruka slammed the book toward Fyn, but Fyn leaned aside and the book hit the chair instead.
"Man, finally! Let's continue—" Fyn said, tossing her teacup at Haruka.
Haruka smacked the cup away with the book and then threw the book itself at Fyn.
Fyn caught it and tossed it somewhere behind him.
Both of them summoned their weapons again—Fyn wielded a sleek katana, Haruka a classic European longsword.
They assumed their stances, and the first to strike was Haruka. But Fyn countered with a swift deflection, aiming at Haruka's forearm. Haruka dodged and leapt back.
"You know, I almost lost my nerve there..." Haruka muttered, regaining his stance.
"Of course... Skill!" Fyn shouted, swinging her katana to generate a slicing wind slash.
"Shit! Skill—uh—wall!" Haruka panicked for a second before conjuring a large dirt wall.
The wind slash struck the wall head-on, but Haruka had already darted around it, sprinting straight toward Fyn.
However, Fyn was now holding Kohaku's body—and plunged her sword into kohaku heart.
Haruka stumbled in shock.
Fyn didn't waste the opportunity. She rushed forward and pierced Haruka's heart, then tossed Kohaku's body aside like garbage.
"You know... I think I'm having a change of heart. But that was a disgusting move, you bastard," Haruka said, coughing blood, smiling grimly as he gripped Fyn's arm tightly.
"I can see that... but hey, to win, sometimes you gotta play dirty," Fyn said, trying to pull away—but Haruka wouldn't let go.
"Heh~ Play dirty, huh?...
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