MAZOKU GENESIS — Atevisn: The Biggest Nobody on Far Away Island
The air in Hollow Bastion was thick with the scent of ozone and fading memories. Above, the great heart-shaped moon cast a cold, silver light over the jagged masonry.
Riku stood his ground, his eyes narrowed at the tall, hooded figure looming before them. The dark cloak rippled in a wind that didn't exist, smelling of salt and old shadows.
"I don't know who you're supposed to be," Riku spat, his voice echoing against the rising towers, "but you can't fight fire with sparks. This Keyblade is a sham. Worthless." He gestured toward the flickering, unstable weapon in the stranger's hand. "Who are you really? And why do you have a Keyblade?"
The figure tilted its head, the abyss beneath the hood revealing nothing. A low, distorted voice vibrated through the air. "Tell me first... why are you dressed as one of us?"
Riku adjusted the sleeve of his dark coat, his expression softening for only a fraction of a second. "To make sure my best friend sleeps in peace," he said, the image of Prince Phobos—resting in the deep, quiet chambers of the castle—flashing through his mind.
The Lineup
On either side of Riku, the atmosphere shifted as his companions stepped forward.
- To the left: Haru Glory, the Rave Master, gripped the hilt of the Ten Powers. The blade hummed, reacting to the encroaching darkness.
- To the right: Yusuke Urameshi, his spirit energy already flickering around his fists like blue lightning, looked bored by the mystery but eager for the brawl.
"Do you still think fighting me is some kind of privilege for you?" Yusuke shouted, his voice cracking like a whip. "Well? Do you?!"
The Clash in the Hollow
The figure didn't answer. Instead, the ground beneath them erupted. A massive, twisted Heartless beast—a hulking creature of shadows and thorns known as Cedric—leaped from the masonry, its many eyes fixed on the trio.
"Leave the talk for later!" Yusuke yelled.
Before the beast could even roar, Yusuke lunged. His hand blurred as he reached out, his fingers sinking into the shadowy mane of the creature.
"Gotcha, you overgrown rug!" With a roar of effort, Yusuke swung the massive Cedric into the side of a stone pillar, the impact sending a shockwave through the starlit courtyard. Haru leaped over the debris, his sword shifting form to meet the hooded man’s counter-attack.
Riku didn't move yet. He watched the hooded figure's stance. "You're a fake," Riku whispered, his own blade—the Way to the Dawn—appearing in a flash of light and dark. "And in this world, fakes don't last long."
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