My youth story cannot be a knight war

——Could it be that he wanted to stop this meteorite with his own strength? !

“——Hello!!!!!!”

The roar that shook the entire world answered Kousaka's question and also rang in everyone's ears, awakening them from their despair.

The white light was like a sharp silver needle, piercing the falling meteorite in this burning world. The comparison in magnitude between the two sides was like a wheat ear launching an arrogant challenge to the sky.

But it is this huge contrast that really creates a miracle.

--boom!!!!!!!!!!!!

The stream of light collided with the meteorite in an instant, and in an instant, colorful light lit up at the point of collision between the two. The radiating elemental particle stream burst out at the end of the falling meteorite, dazzling the entire sky.

The reaction force actually stopped the meteorite - just for a second.

And a second later, the meteorite continued to fall towards the ground below. No matter how hard the white light at the bottom tried to unleash its power, it still descended slowly and unstoppably.

The violent elemental power tore apart the surface of the meteorite. Countless fragments broke away from the meteorite and turned into countless small fireballs that fell towards the world below. The murderous light filled the sky and there was nowhere to escape.

Wherever these fireballs fell, there were impacts and explosions. At this moment, none of the tall buildings in Tokyo were spared and they all collapsed under the impact of the meteors and the shock waves.

Even residential buildings and roads were not spared and were torn apart by the strong earthquake caused by the fall. People's screams and wails filled the entire city.

Zaimokuza could no longer spare the attention to pay attention to the fireballs produced by the meteorite being torn apart. His whole body was shrouded in elemental light, and he supported the surface of the meteorite with both hands, trying his best to stop its falling trend.

He knew very well that the moment the meteorite collided with the ground, it would be the end of mankind.

Therefore, regardless of the pain in his body that had been severely injured in the previous battle, Zaimokuza unrestrainedly drew out all the remaining strength in his body, transmitted this strength through the contact with the meteorite, and tried desperately to push the meteorite back.

But this force was too insignificant compared to the energy level of the meteorite itself. No matter how unwilling Zaimokuza was and how hard he tried, the huge meteorite still tore apart the exploding elemental power and ruthlessly pressed him to continue falling.

——Damn it, damn it, damn it!!!

—Power! I need power! Otherwise! Everyone! Everyone will no longer have a future!!!

—Please! Power! Give me the power to change everything! No matter what my ending will be like! Give me the power!!!!!!!

His hands slowly melted under the blazing energy of the meteorite, but the excruciating pain of his burning flesh and bones was nothing compared to the passionate roar in Zaimokuza's heart. His spirit and strength were raised to the limit at this moment, and were still rising slowly without stopping.

Click.

The Philosopher's Stone in front of his chest, which was already full of cracks, finally and inevitably met its end under the output of power beyond its limit, and shattered into pieces with a crisp and weak shattering sound.

This philosopher's stone is the crystallization of spiritual elements that was materialized after Zaimokuza's spiritual power was condensed to the extreme. When it was broken, invisible and formless golden light burst out. The spiritual elements that had lost their form completely enveloped Zaimokuza's body at this moment, and mixed with the four elemental forces that were running to the limit in his body.

At this moment, Zaimokuza's spirit and body both surpassed their limits. The five mixed elements were more indistinguishable than ever before, swallowing up Zaimokuza like a giant cocoon of light.

His mind became empty, and all his perceptions of the world returned to zero at this moment. His spirit and body were broken together, then merged and reached a wonderful balance.

Plop—the sound of Shen Xiong's heartbeat exploded in his chest, drowning out all the sounds in Tokyo at that moment.

Incredibly dazzling, like the light of a solar flare, bloomed from the Yamadam spirit stone at Zaimokuza's waist. The spirit and the power of the four elements merged into one, and he was absorbed and drawn into it.

The resulting hues are far more captivating than the rainbow, and deeper than any color ever before.

That is, the ultimate darkness.

hum-

Dense golden lines instantly extended from the belt to Zaimokuza's body. The sage's platinum body at this moment seemed to have shed its original color like ashes, and black assimilated every part of the body. The shoulder armor raised a fierce arc, and the two horns on the head suddenly protruded from the middle, and the other two horns that were so sharp that they made people tremble pierced the top of the head.

Zaimokuza's white eyes were also completely stained by the same darkness, without the slightest hint of color.

Kuuga: Ultimate Form: Black Eyes

A strange, twisted, soul-freezing black light engulfed the overflowing elemental turbulence and also swallowed up the massive meteorite...

……

Under the capture of all satellite cameras in outer space, countless red streams of light suddenly broke through the atmosphere from the territory belonging to Japan on the earth and shot out in all directions of the universe.

Those were the countless fragments produced after the huge body of the meteorite was torn apart. These fragments turned into a red rainstorm that rushed up into the sky and covered most of the earth. All satellites within this range were destroyed, and at the same time, all eyes that were spying on this country from the universe were also destroyed.

……

Tall buildings collapsed, the earth was torn apart, flames burned the sea, and broken walls and ruins remained.

This is Tokyo today. It no longer has the glory and prosperity that once dominated Asia. It is so dilapidated that people don’t want to look at it directly.

According to statistics afterwards, the economic losses from this incident alone would have been in the trillions. Coupled with the countless civilians who died as a result, the prosperity that Japan had developed in the decades after the war was almost brought back to its original state in an instant, and the country's economy regressed by more than ten years.

But this is already the best outcome. At least compared to the end of racial extinction, it is obvious which path humans are willing to accept.

Somewhere in Tokyo, which was engulfed in flames, a figure staggered among the ruins and flames. His short white hair had been dyed a mixture of bright red and jet black. His right arm was nowhere to be seen, and most of the sleeve of his windbreaker was reduced to ashes.

"Well……!"

Half-kneeling weakly on the ground, his left hand, which was missing three fingers, covered the end of his severed arm. Zaimokuza's eyes were almost unfocused as he tried hard to maintain his fading consciousness.

——He succeeded, and at the last moment, he finally transformed into Kuuga's final form, becoming the being known as the "Ultimate".

With the ultimate power that was enough to transcend this world, Zaimokuza defeated the meteorite that was powerful enough to destroy the world, but this action also placed an even greater burden on his already severely injured body.

Because he was already in a dying state, forcibly squeezing out the remaining strength in this situation could be said to have drained all the strength in his body. The reason why Zaimokuza was still able to maintain consciousness was because of the repair of his body after the feedback of the ultimate power.

But he really couldn't hold on any longer. His consciousness would soon fade away, and he would fall into a deep sleep waiting for his body to recover.

"~?"

"—!"

Joyful laughter rang in his ears, like a thorn piercing Zaimokuza's mind. He forced his eyes open, which were about to close, and stared at the road ahead that was blocked by the burning vehicles.

At the end of the countless debris and flames, the white figure stood there, smiling across the entire distance of the street, a smile so wide and joyful.

"You have finally become the 'Ultimate'~!"

The firelight reflected in Daguba's pupils, but it could not suppress the heat in his eyes. Looking at the figure struggling to stand up and walk towards him, he felt so happy in his heart.

Because Daguba finally saw the scene he wanted to see and fulfilled one of his wishes.

"Soon, we'll be able to meet again on a real battlefield~"

He opened his arms and let his figure be slowly swallowed by the flames. Only the smile on his face could not be concealed even by the flames.

"Come on~ This time, under the witness of the 'Ultimate Darkness', let us complete the battle that we once left unfinished!"

"I'm looking forward to it~KUUGA~?"

The firelight passed by, and the figure disappeared into hell.

salsa——

Then, a patter of raindrops suddenly began to fall from the already cloudy sky, and then a heavy downpour came pouring down, washing over this world set on fire.

Everything seemed to have returned to the time when nothing had happened before, but it was impossible to get back what we had then.

"Gu..."

The teeth shattered under the sudden bite force of the jaws, and blood spread in the mouth and flowed out from the corners of the mouth.

Zaimokuza knelt on the ground, slapping the dirty ground with his left hand. Ignoring the pain caused by the infected wound, Zaimokuza waved his only remaining hand vigorously.

He repeated this action for an unknown amount of time before he stopped. His left hand had become a bloody mess, and the blood had dyed the accumulated water beneath him red. He lowered his head, and his eyes, hidden by his wet bangs, were dim and empty, having lost their former brilliance.

"...?"

He suddenly caught a glimpse of a different color out of the corner of his eye, and Zaimokuza slowly raised his head in a daze, looking towards the street in front of him where the flames had been extinguished.

In this gray and dilapidated landscape, there is a tiny touch of different color that is particularly eye-catching.

It was a small orange amulet, half of it burned away by the flames, lying alone in the sewage and ashes, with a corner of fancy color showing from the charred edge.

This is a pattern combination that many people are familiar with. It is a floral pattern, belonging to the floral pattern of playing cards.

"……No way?"

Looking at the amulet in the sewage and the exposed playing card pattern, Zaimokuza's pupils slowly contracted.

He staggered to his feet again, but fell to the ground halfway due to exhaustion. However, Zaimokuza seemed to be unaware of his body's alarm and continued to roll and crawl towards the direction of the amulet.

Zaimokuza stretched out his bloody left hand. The fingers that hadn't trembled at all even when burned by the heat of the meteorite just now suddenly began to tremble violently and uncontrollably. He used the two remaining fingers to pick up the amulet from the sewage.

Gripping the edge of the amulet's exposed playing card with two fingers, Zaimokuza pulled it out and then turned the card over.

When he saw the front of the playing card, he was completely stunned.

On the white card, the black and green Joker revealed a funny smile, which was also half burned black by the flames. This was an ordinary joker card, one in every deck of playing cards.

It can be said that since the invention of playing cards, there have been countless jokers in the world, even more than the total number of humans today.

But Zaimokuza recognized this card.

"..."

Staring at the two words "Smile" written in handwriting on the upper right corner of the joker card, his pale lips moved, but all sounds were gone.

Zaimokuza recognized these two words because they were written by his own hand. Every time he bought a deck of playing cards, he would write these two words on the joker card with a pen as a mark.

During his travels over the years, he had given away joker cards with these two characters written on them in many countries around the world - but in this country, he had only given them to one person.

It was a little girl, a little girl who was lost from her parents. Zaimokuza comforted her while she was crying and used this card to bring back her smile.

...But why is this card here?

There's no need to think about it, right? After all, the answer is right in front of us.

——"すごい!"

——“Isn’t that amazing!”

——"This card is for you. Smile like the clown on it~smile!smile! Smile happily!"

--"Um!"

——"Thank you, big brother!"

……

The girl's smile appeared so vividly in front of him. She was picked up by her parents who had rushed over. She waved goodbye to Zaimokuza, and her right hand was tightly holding the playing card.

It turned out that she really kept her promise and always carried the playing card with her, enclosing it in amulet. She regarded it as her treasure and a precious memory.

...However, Zaimokuza was unable to preserve this memory and smile for her.

Before pressing the playing card to his chest with his bloody left hand, Zaimokuza lowered his head and his whole body trembled violently.

Something blurred my vision, it was cold and sour, I couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

“—Aa ...

A beast-like roar rang out amidst the dilapidated ruins. The roar was so sad and painful, yet as weak as the whimper of a crying child.

puff.

Zaimokuza fell to the ground holding the playing card, completely losing consciousness and passing out, but his left hand still held the playing card tightly without letting go.

Blood dyed the cards under the unconscious Zaimokuza's body and in his palms red, and the rainstorm fell more and more violently, extinguishing all the flames and blood here, but it could not wash away the despair and sadness that was lingering over the city.

"——Zaimuzuo!"

"Zaimokuza-san! Wake up!"

Before his consciousness was completely covered by darkness, Zaimokuza heard two voices ringing beside his unconscious self, one male and one female. The male's voice was solemn and cold, while the female's was soft like falling cherry blossoms, but with a strong cry.

It seemed as if someone was hugging his body tightly, crying sadly, warm tears falling on his pale face and then entering Zaimokuza's mouth.

Gradually, these two voices became very distant, and everything in the world moved away from me.

At the very end, when everything was swallowed by darkness, a voice echoed in my heart.

The tone was familiar, but the texture of the voice was so unfamiliar that I couldn't remember who it belonged to.

"...Taimu Seat."

……

On November 2018, 11, one year later, Unidentified Life Entity No. 18 committed a crime for the second time.

Crime location: Tokyo, Japan

Time of the crime: 05:45 PM

Economic losses: difficult to calculate

Minor injuries caused: difficult to count

Serious injuries caused: Countless