Previously on… Hold on, wait a minute! We're not just going to skip to the climax of the arc without seeing what actually went down in… uhh, what was it again? My notes are a mess… Uhh… oh, right! Terra Inferni! And wasn't Leragga supposed to fight all the other variants before getting here? Come on, Writer, let's get that brain going! I want to see variants! I want to see multiversal battles! Give it to me now!
Ugh, fine… why did I even give Hakuna this ability?
Fade in…
The sky above Terra Inferni is the color of a fresh bruise—deep purples and sickly oranges clashing over a landscape of jagged metal and bone. Lord Hakuna, the King of this graveyard, stands atop a spire of rubble. He declares with a voice that echoes through the silence of his dead world, "Welcome to Terra Inferni, Stranger."
Leragga stands at the base of the spire, his boots sinking slightly into the ash. He doesn't look impressed. He thinks to himself, watching the way the air warps around the Lord, "This guy is way too weird for my liking."
Lord Hakuna leaps down, landing with a grace that suggests he's forgotten what it's like to have weight. He then says, his dark robes billowing, "Care for a walk, Stranger? I haven't had a guest who didn't scream since the world stopped spinning."
Leragga cuts right to the chase, his hand twitching near his side. "Listen, I'm not here to make friends, and I'm definitely not here for the scenery. So let's just skip the pleasantries and ah—"
Lord Hakuna raises a single, skeletal finger as he interjects, his voice dripping with a calm, terrifying confidence. "Don't you worry your little head about it. I've been aware of your true intentions since the very micro-second you stepped through that rift. I know who you are and I know what you've come for. Now... I said, care for a walk, Stranger."
As he says this, his eyes begin to glow—not the warm orange of the Hakuna we know, but a deep, malevolent red.
Leragga's eyes narrow as he observes the change. He thinks to himself, "Red… weird. That shouldn't be possible..."
He then says aloud, shifting his weight into a combat-ready stance, "Well, if you've known my intentions the whole time, then you already know my answer. I don't walk with dead men."
Immediately as he finishes his sentence, Lord Hakuna vanishes. He doesn't move fast; he simply ceases to be where he was and reappears directly above Leragga, his palm pointed down like a falling star. He whispers, "Celestial Chaos."
A localized distortion of gravity slams into the earth. The ground for fifty meters in every direction is crushed into a perfectly circular crater. Leragga is seen screaming in pain as the force attempts to pull his atoms apart in a dozen different directions—or so we thought.
As the dust settles, Leragga is seen standing perfectly still. He has a stern, almost bored expression on his face as he steps casually to the side, completely unharmed. The gravitational well dissipates around him like smoke.
Lord Hakuna's eyes widen. He mutters, "Impossible! No physical body can withstand the discordant pull of Celestial Chaos. Your molecules should be soup!"
Leragga denotes, brushing a speck of ash off his shoulder, "Not really. It's simple physics, really. That technique of yours simply sends gravity to each atom of its target in various directions, trying to rip the structure from the inside out. All I had to do was vibrate my internal frequency to a specific pitch that makes my atoms behave like air. Since air atoms are already separate and chaotic, external forces like yours simply cause the air to flow around them. I rendered myself impervious to your supposed 'Celestial' technique by simply not being a solid object."
Lord Hakuna's jaw tightens. He drops the "polite host" act instantly. He declares, "Hmph… clever. Then I guess I'll just have to do this the old-fashioned way and beat you to death until there's nothing left to vibrate."
As he says this, his fists become engulfed in roaring, black flames.
Leragga watches him approach, analyzing the movement. He thinks to himself, "Compared to that old man I fought before, this kid's just trash. He's powerful, sure, but he's sloppy. But... I don't remember HIM having any Celestial Techniques." This was a glaring oversight Leragga did not know of—a Royal Tie and its associated inheritances are only known by Royal Entities.
Also, it's worth noting that Leragga's own variant of Hakuna—the one he serves—doesn't talk nearly as much as this one.
Lord Hakuna suddenly lunges, landing a massive, flaming punch directly on Leragga's jaw. The impact sends a shockwave through the air, but as the flames clear... it dealt no damage. Leragga's head didn't even snap back.
Leragga, connecting the dots as he feels the heat of the fist against his skin, says, "That power you're using... it's not yours, is it? You're burning up your own life force just to mimic a power that rejected you."
Lord Hakuna responds in visible shock, his red eyes flickering, "How did you—? How could you possibly know that?!"
Leragga doesn't answer with words. He places his palm flat against Lord Hakuna's chest as he says, "Sonic Boom."
Using his ability to manipulate frequencies, he causes his palm to move at a specific, micro-vibrational speed, then releases the actual concentrated force of a sonic boom directly into Lord Hakuna's chest cavity.
The sound is deafening. Lord Hakuna is seen spewing a fountain of blood from his mouth as his ribcage collapses. He is sent flying like a ragdoll, smashing through three stone spires before coming to a stop inside the ruins of a library.
Leragga is then seen walking with a slow, predatory gait toward the nearly unconscious Lord Hakuna, who is coughing up black bile among the rubble.
He then asks, his voice cold and clinical, "Where are the rest of your friends?"
Lord Hakuna scoffs weakly, a bloody grin on his face. "Hheh... you're late, Stranger. I killed them all. Rems, Super, Enzo... I buried them all years ago. You upset?"
Leragga replies, his eyes darkening with a genuine flicker of annoyance, "A little, yeah… you killed them before I could."
Lord Hakuna, suddenly realizing the true, singular goal of the man standing over him, mutters, "Wait wha—?"
Before he could finish his sentence, Leragga swung his right arm outward in a sharp, horizontal motion. He sent a pressurized shockwave toward the Lord, a blade of air so powerful it didn't just cut off Lord Hakuna's head—it sliced through the next 7 buildings behind him as if they were made of butter.
Leragga watches the body dissolve into ash, then sighs, looking at his hands. "I held back for mere entertainment, but now—"
'I JUST WANT TO GET THIS OVER WITH.'
The montage begins. Leragga becomes a blur through the multiverse. He stops caring about the "fight." He stops caring about the dialogue. He goes on a genocidal spree, killing all other variants of the BBC, universe after universe, not even waiting for them to finish their sentences.
A Nolitha who had inherited her Hakuna's power after he died saving her? She stood ready to defend her world with a flaming fist… KILLED.
A Hakuna who never had the Power of Psycha, relying entirely on his own martial arts and pure Nzilo? He bowed in respect to the duel… KILLED.
A Hakuna who didn't even have superpowers, just an aristocrat high school student attemting to live a normal life? He was just eating lunch… KILLED.
And many more… heroes, villains, and nobodies alike… KILLED.
Until…
Leragga walks through a jagged portal into a room that feels... different. It's quiet. It's mundane. It smells like ink and old coffee. He thinks to himself, "What is this place? The energy here is flat. Huh?"
A boy—just a regular human boy—is seen sitting on a swivel chair. He's hunched over a desk, intensely focused, attempting to teach himself to draw. On the paper are sketches... sketches of Hakuna. Sketches of the BBC. The boy stops, sensing a presence, and turns his head, staring directly at Leragga.
Leragga looks at the kid, then at the drawings. He snarls in disgust, "Ugh, you're not even worth killing."
He then leaves through the portal from which he came, the rift snapping shut behind him.
WAIT, THAT WAS ME! THAT WAS MY ROOM!
As I then say in total, genuine shock, dropping my pen, "What the fuck?! Was that... was that—?!"
Aaaand now we're back to the main timeline!
Leragga is seen floating high above the Milner High campus. Below him, he sees the takeover by Monk and his New Order taking place in the quad—the shouting, the tactical gear, the political posturing.
He then says, looking down with a predatory grin, "Oh, look at that. Chaos. A brilliant cover for a slaughter, hmm?"
He scans the grounds and sees the boys—our boys—discussing their next move by the tuck shop.
He denotes, his eyes locking onto the Prince, "It would seem that they are on patrol or something. Good."
He then smiles, a chilling expression, as he raises his arm. He snaps his finger at the exact speed to send a frequency through the local atmosphere, opening a portal to Terra Inferni. It's a skill he learned in his multiversal travels—the ability to bridge his current location with a world he's already "cleared." From the rift, dozens of high-level demons begin to drop to the ground.
Leragga mumbles to himself, "I suddenly want to entertain myself again. Let's see how they handle a taste of a dead world—oh?"
The boys are already on it. They don't hesitate.
All 7 members of the BBC are seen running toward the field, and Freddie is ahead of them all, a streak of red hair and white light.
As the boys are about to reach the center of the field where the demons are clustering…
Freddie is already landing in the middle of a bunch of demons, his landing creating a shockwave. He then crouches to the ground, his Nzilo spinning at a violent rate. He says, his voice a calm before the storm, "Photonic Ripple."
He then springs upwards, swinging his body with his arms stretched clockwise as he decapitates, obliterates, and eviscerates every demon in his path, independent of their size or class. It's a flawless execution of power.
Hakuna, arriving a second later, mutters, "Well... that was quick. I didn't even get to warm up."
But as the portal above closes, Leragga appears out of the ether. He doesn't land; he just arrives. He immediately punches Freddie in the face with a force that sounds like a thunderclap, sending the boy flying through the brickwork of the changing rooms.
As he then says, looking at the shocked faces of the remaining BBC, "Ahh... an interesting one. You've got some bite in this timeline."
Again, I have to ask: what is with this guy and just stomping on anime rules?
Fade out…
End of Episode 69.