Previously on Hakuna, a terrifyingly advanced new classification of demon capable of effortlessly bypassing our high-tech Daemonium sensors arrived straight on our doorstep. Our boy immediately recognized this unprecedented tactical shift as a definitive, ominous sign that a catastrophic global war is officially looming right on the horizon. However, before he can simply jump onto the battlefield and join the frontlines with the rest of the elite guard, there are a few highly frustrating, bureaucratic hurdles he has to personally overcome first…
Fade In…
…High Above the Outer City Limits…
The wind howls fiercely through the upper atmosphere as a solitary, massive figure tears through the clouds. Hakuna is seen flying at incredible speeds directly towards the heavily fortified DDF headquarters, his brow furrowed in deep, analytical thought.
Inside the quiet corridors of his mind, Psycha chimes in, her voice echoing with a slight yawn. "Honestly, kid, I don't even understand why you're making such a big deal out of a few sensor glitches…"
Hakuna adjusts his flight trajectory, cutting through a thick layer of stratocumulus cloud as he replies sharply, "Well, think back for a second. Do you remember exactly what happened the last time the demons started rapidly evolving their baseline traits?"
Psycha mutters in a bored, dismissive tone, "If I recall correctly, Sparta launched an uncoordinated attack against us using that royal Tswana princess as a proxy puppet…"
Hakuna instantly interjects, his tone turning cold. "No, that's not the macro-picture. Before that, we occasionally ran into demons who possessed the diluted blood of a fallen angel running through their veins. But back then, those specific variants were incredibly rare anomalies on the battlefield."
Psycha processes the logic, her voice dropping an octave as she concludes, "And now… you're saying there's a lot more of them appearing…"
Hakuna nods tightly, his eyes fixed on the distant mountain where the DDF base sits. "Way more than usual. Think about the strategic pattern here, Psycha. Arkhagos explicitly sent Sparta to defeat us, and he completely failed. Then he deployed Lilith to dismantle our psyche, and she failed just as spectacularly. So now, with the stakes higher than ever, who do you honestly think he is going to send next?"
Psycha mutters uncertainty, "I don't know… wait, ah—"
Hakuna queries instantly, sensing a sudden spike of alarm in her spiritual signature. "What? What is it?"
Psycha speaks, a rare, chilling hint of genuine fear trembling in her voice. "He can't possibly be that desperate. He wouldn't dare send her into the mortal realm…"
Hakuna stops dead in mid-air, hovering completely stationary among the clouds as he asks, "Who?"
Psycha responds, her ancient memories flaring with dread. "If your tactical prediction is entirely right, Arkhagos might be preparing to send a primordial demon far more terrifying and destructive than any entity you've ever laid eyes on in your entire life…"
Hakuna asks flatly, his arms crossing over his chest, "What on earth are you talking about?"
Psycha answers solemnly, "The legendary figure. The only demon in existence who was ever deemed capable of taking on the absolute might of Arkhagos himself in single combat. Her name is Mazikera."
Hakuna remains quiet for a brief moment before he says casually, waving his hand, "Okay, well, if that's the case, we're completely doomed. Is she stronger than you are at full capacity?"
Psycha replies with profound gravity, "I've only ever heard the ancient stories, Hakuna. I heard she went away eons ago into a deep exile, and only he truly knew where she was hidden. But if things truly have escalated to this apocalyptic stage, she might already be back walking among the demons…"
Hakuna scoffs, his light brown eyes sharpening. "Doesn't matter anyway. Like always, when the time comes, I'll just take her do—"
BOOM!
Before the word 'down' can even fully escape his mouth, a massive, unidentifiable streak of dark energy violently crashes into his torso from above. A powerful enemy demon completely tackles him out of the sky, dragging him downward at terminal velocity and slamming his body straight into the rocky earth below, throwing up a massive, blinding dust cloud across the plain.
SHING!
Before the impact can pin him, Hakuna effortlessly escapes the structural trap by violently leaping backward out of the crater. He lands cleanly on his feet meters away, his heavy boots sliding further back across the dirt, tearing up the grass as he regains his perfect equilibrium.
He brushes a bit of stray dirt off his shoulder, saying sarcastically to the open air, "Well, I must say, that is some absolutely impeccable timing right there…"
Out of the settling dust, a tall, imposing figure slowly materializes. The attacking demon speaks with a sharp, heavy hint of pure, unadulterated malice vibrating in their voice. "The great King Arkhagos sends his warmest regards, Vessel."
"Oh? Is that so?" Hakuna mutters, his posture instantly locking into a defensive frame.
The warrior, named Aventa, lowers himself smoothly into a lethal fighting stance. He is a truly peculiar, striking demon to behold, possessing physical features, skin tones, and structural alignments that appear remarkably, unsettlingly near-angelic to the naked eye.
Psycha's voice echoes rapidly inside Hakuna's head, analyzing the biology of the demon. "Be careful, kid. He might actually possess the highest concentration of raw Fallen Angel Blood we've ever encountered in a single entity."
Hakuna lowers his center of gravity into his own signature combat stance, his pupils beginning to glow a fierce, vibrating light brown color as he says, "If Arkhagos is throwing high-tier pieces like this into a random skirmish, that simply means he's getting desperate…"
Without another syllable of dialogue, both Hakuna and the advanced demon simultaneously unleash their dense internal energies, shouting their respective Daemonic Chants at the exact same microsecond.
The high-tier demon screams, "FUM!"
As Hakuna roars in perfect synchronization, "KIHIMURRA!" directly utilizing the raw, explosive reservoir of Psycha's inherited power.
⚡ FLASH! ⚡
From miles away across the valley, two titanic, sky-piercing pillars of concentrated spiritual light can be clearly seen erupting into the atmosphere. One pillar is a deep, crackling cosmic purple—Hakuna's signature discharge—while the other is a blinding, fierce golden yellow representing the demon's unique celestial nature.
The moment the energy stabilizes, Psycha immediately chimes in, her memory instantly clicking. "Wait, I recognize that specific chant and cadence! That's Aventa!"
Hakuna queries mid-charge, his muscles tensing, "Aventa? Who the hell is that?"
Psycha replies in utter shock, "He was my literal second-in-command back in the old legion!"
Hakuna, feeling entirely vindicated by his previous deduction, grins wildly through the pressure. "See? What did I tell you? The big boss is completely desperate."
The high-tier fight officially begins. The two titans instantly blur across the distance and clash in the center of the plain. The sheer, terrifying momentum of their physical collision unleashes a localized atmospheric shockwave equal to the devastating force of a multi-megaton exploding nuclear bomb, completely leveling the surrounding forests and shattering the bedrock beneath their boots.
Aventa locks his glowing golden eyes onto Hakuna's face, thinking to himself in surprise, "Interesting…"
He pushes against Hakuna's block, continuing aloud with a sneer, "You have boldly called forth my commander's legendary power into this mortal vessel, boy, but you are not actively in true use of its full conceptual form. Why is that?"
Hakuna effortlessly holds the line, explaining with a relaxed, mocking tone, "Standard Daemonium energy is highly explosive and packs a huge, immediate punch. So when I'm not actively channeling her specific skills, I simply use her raw reservoir as a high-density catalyst to rapidly reach my desired baseline of physical strength without wasting ten minutes powering myself up."
Psycha lets out an appreciative hum, commending the boy's tactical ingenuity. "Clever."
But Aventa's expression twists into a mask of pure, unbridled fury. "How dare you, you worthless mortal piece of garbage?!"
Psycha blinks, muttering, "What? Why is he getting so emotional?"
Hakuna utters, genuinely confused, "Huh? Did I say something wrong?"
Aventa's golden aura spikes violently as he screams, "It's already bad enough that a mere human insect like you dares to use my supreme commander's sacred power for your own selfish gain… but to now relegate her legendary essence to nothing more than a convenient power-up tool for your laziness?! It is an unforgivable insult!"
WHAM!
With blinding speed that completely bypasses Hakuna's guard, Aventa lands a heavy, thunderous punch straight onto Hakuna's jaw, driving his massive frame back across the valley with enough force to shatter stone. The demon advances instantly, declaring, "I will slaughter you where you stand today, and I will bring my commander back home to the abyss where she belongs!"
Psycha tilts her head in the mind scape, noting, "Okay, that is truly weird…"
Hakuna recovers his footing, wiping a drop of dust from his lip as he asks, "What do you mean, weird?"
Psycha responds, "Aventa was a ruthless mercenary back in the day. He never, ever sounded this incredibly noble or righteous in his entire military life."
Hakuna takes a step back, analyzing the strange flow of the demon's energy. "The concentrated fallen angel blood must be actively affecting his psychology somehow… wait a minute…"
What?
Hakuna's eyes widen slightly as a bizarre, grand theory pops into his mind. He continues aloud, "I have a brand new working theory, Psycha. What if the high-tier aristocrats in human society are actually just the distant, ancient descendants of fallen angels, who only happen to have highly diluted traces of angel DNA running through their bloodlines?"
Psycha lets out a long, thoroughly exasperated sigh. "Hakuna, you seriously have absolutely no one around to knock some basic common sense into your thick skull right now, do you?"
Hakuna cheekily replies with a wide grin, "Nope. Completely unsupervised."
BOOM!
Immediately after the cheeky remark leaves his lips, Aventa brutally punches him right in the chest before he can finish laughing.
Hakuna's massive frame is seen violently falling backward, crashing straight into the side of a nearby mountain, burying him deep within a massive pile of shattered rock and debris.
Hahahahahaha!
"Shut your mouth up," Hakuna says immediately, his voice echoing from the debris.
ZIP!
Aventa appears directly in front of the mountain fissure, his eyes glowing with golden fury as he lands a truly devastating, high-density blow straight into Hakuna's stomach.
Hakuna's automatic dodging capabilities are heavily, explicitly influenced by the enemy's direct negative intention. This was a specific structural feature that Sehloho deliberately installed into his Titanus Skeleta to ensure that Hakuna would never be able to auto-dodge a justified, scolding slap when being properly reprimanded by his elders. Now, since high-tier Angel Blood Demons develop a profound sense of malice that is completely filtered and processed into a twisted version of 'absolute righteousness' through their divine blood, every single attack from Aventa carries absolutely zero traditional malice. This architectural loophole forces Hakuna to have to dodge every single incoming blow entirely consciously—which he can easily do, but the reaction speed completely depends on his current state of power output.
Hakuna coughs slightly from the impact, thinking to himself with a serious expression, "Okay… this guy is actually dead serious about killing me."
His pupils instantly shift from light brown to a brilliant, blinding silver color as he completely activates the latent power of Nolitha's cosmic Talent.
As he stands up, he says coldly, "In that case… I will do the same."
CRACK-BOOM!
The entire mountain range violently explodes into a million pieces due to the sheer, unmitigated pressure of his silver aura flaring to life.
Aventa is violently flung high into the sky by the kinetic shockwave, muttering in absolute shock as he tries to stabilize his flight, "That power… that isn't the power of a demon archetype…"
The massive dust cloud below slowly clears away. Hakuna is seen smoothly re-entering his classic fighting stance, his silver aura humming so powerfully that the surrounding dust motes and shattered rocks seem to actively gravitate toward his movements like a localized black hole.
Aventa stares down from the clouds, his voice trembling slightly. "It seems almost divine, eh—"
VOOM.
Before Aventa can even finish the sentence, Hakuna is already standing directly in front of his face in mid-air, having crossed the distance instantaneously.
His right fist is entirely shrouded in intense, transparent cosmic flames as he declares, "Fist of Inferno: Celesti!"
The silver-hot flames around his knuckles instantly intensify, resembling the white-hot afterburners of a fighter jet roaring at maximum thrust. Hakuna sends a thunderous punch straight toward Aventa's face.
However…
Absolutely no physical contact was made.
The fist cuts through empty air. Hakuna blinks, muttering in genuine surprise, "Where the hell did he go?"
Aventa had completely chosen to disengage, running away into a spatial rift at maximum speed.
Psycha chimes in, her radar tracking the vanishing signature. "He's completely gone, Hakuna. How incredibly weird. It almost seems like the high command isn't trying to win these fights anymore—they seem to be purely gathering live combat intelligence on you guys, almost as if they're testing their own adaptive limits against our baseline capabilities."
Hakuna drops his fist, his royal mind churning through the tactical data as he deduces the strategy. "Yeah, that makes perfect military sense. They are maximizing their adaptability profiles before they commit to an all-out global battle. Sadly for them, none of their scout demons have come anywhere close to making us actually go all out yet."
With a heavy sigh, he reactivates his propulsion and continues flying toward his original destination.
…Moments Later…
…At The DDF Headquarters Training Field…
Down on the main courtyard, Super is seen standing with his hands tucked into his pockets, lazily watching over a large group of new tactical soldiers running through their physical endurance training.
Suddenly, his eyes narrow. He immediately senses a massive, deeply familiar energy signature entering the base's airspace, muttering under his breath, "What on earth does that idiot want now?"
Hakuna lands with a heavy thud on the pristine concrete plaza. He pays absolutely zero attention to the security guards, calmly walking straight toward the main double doors of the command center.
A junior soldier walking by with a colleague queries in a hushed whisper, "Hey, who the hell is that guy? And why on earth is he walking around the high-security sector like he literally owns this entire place?"
The second, more veteran soldier slaps his arm down, saying urgently, "That's because he technically does, you idiot…"
The first soldier mutters in confusion, "Huh? What do you mean by that?"
The veteran soldier explains, his voice tight with awe. "Don't you even recognize his face from the archives? Don't you see the terrifying residual power literally oozing from his every single step? Don't you sense the sheer immensity of his ambient aura? That man is the legendary 7th Founding Member of the BBC…"
The first soldier gaps, asking, "You mean the phantom member who completely went missing a whole year ago?"
As the second soldier nods slowly, concluding, "Yup, that's him. And now that he's officially back in the building, I think a catastrophic War is officially on the Horizon."
…Inside the Commander's Office…
The room is dark, illuminated only by rows of massive, high-tech holographic screens. Enzo is seen sitting at his main desk, his face completely bathed in the light of complex, rapidly shifting financial graphics.
"Forex Charts. I swear, you never seem to let go of those things, do you?" Hakuna says as he casually strolls into the room without knocking.
Enzo doesn't look up from the data, his fingers flying across the holographic keyboard in complete focus. "Well, Hakuna, no one in high command is expecting us to run a global military defense infrastructure on our raw physical strength alone. Funding is a weapon too."
"Oh… I suppose that's fair," Hakuna says, scratching his head.
ZIP.
Super, appearing completely out of nowhere from the shadows behind the couch, says coldly, "No one was expecting you to show your face back here this incredibly soon either, Popeye."
SHING!
Before Super can even finish materializing his silhouette, Hakuna is already pointing a high-density, unreleased energy blast directly at Super's forehead from point-blank range, his palm humming with purple sparks.
Super doesn't flinch. He queries flatly, a sharp, highly dangerous hint of flirtatious murder dancing in his tone, "Is that a formal invitation to a dance, Hakuna?"
Hakuna responds in kind, his own voice dropping into the exact same octave of flirtatious murder as he stares his rival down. "Don't sneak up on people like that, JEFF. I almost burned your entire beard off by reflex…"
Super lets out a low chuckle, his brilliant aura violently flaring to life around his frame as the intense mental exchange continues to spike the room's pressure. He steps closer to the palm. "Oh, I highly dare you to try it."
Hakuna's aura flares to match him watt for watt, the two forces grinding against each other. Still responding with the exact same playful, lethal undertone, Hakuna sneers, "You know exactly how I feel about challenges…"
FREEZE.
Suddenly, without warning, the entire molecular temperature of the room drops to absolute zero. The flashing energy fields around the two fighters instantly freeze and shatter into harmless ice particles.
Both Hakuna and Super blink, saying simultaneously in total confusion, "Eh?"
Enzo slowly lowers his hand from his console. He had just explicitly used his unique Talent, Therma, to forcefully 'cool everyone down' by draining the kinetic energy from the air. He glares at them through his glasses, saying coldly, "I don't think I ever gave either of you idiots permission to fight in my private office. Sit down."
Hakuna clears his throat, remembering his actual reason for flying over here in the first place. "Oh, right, my bad. Look, I fought two incredibly weird demons today on my way back from the academy."
Enzo closes his financial charts, turning his full focus to the report. "Yeah? What happened?"
Hakuna continues, his expression turning serious. "One was a normal Level 10, and the other was an advanced Level 10 Variant…"
"How exactly were they weird, Hakuna?" Enzo asks, squinting his eyes a bit as he pulls up the global incident logs.
Hakuna explains, "The first one was a colossal Kaiju Class. It was so massive it could be easily seen from the completely opposite side of the city skyline…"
Super scoffs from the corner, waving his hand dismissively. "Heh, please. We've fought significantly bigger monsters than that."
Hakuna glares at him. "Even with its colossal size, it managed to completely bypass every single one of our automated Daemonium sensors until it was already inside the courtyard."
Enzo stops typing, his face turning pale as he mutters, "What? That's impossible."
Hakuna continues his momentum. "And the other one was incredibly strong—stronger than any individual Level 10 I've ever faced in my life. It possessed the single highest concentration of pure Fallen Angel Blood I've ever encountered on the battlefield."
Enzo mutters, his eyes widening behind his lenses, "You mean…"
Hakuna responds, his voice heavy with finality. "The demons are rapidly evolving. They always have been, but now the curve is spiking."
Super steps forward, his casual demeanor completely vanishing as he adds to the tactical calculation. "Each time we defeat their forces, they come back stronger, armed with entirely newer, advanced ways to counter our specific techniques…"
Hakuna stands tall, concluding the thought for the high command. "Our very next major encounter with their primary army might very well be our last. Arkhagos is actively preparing for an all-out war. We should be doing the exact same thing right now…"
Super cuts through the heavy silence, interjecting sharply, "About that whole war preparation thing…"
Hakuna turns his head around to face him. "What about it?"
Super steps right into the light, his gaze locking onto his old rival with cold, unyielding scrutiny. "You're yet to actually prove your current usefulness in all of this high-level strategy, Hakuna. You've been off the grid."
Enzo mutters warningly, stepping between them, "Super, hold on, I don't think this is the right time or place for—"
Super completely ignores the commander, raising his chin as he addresses the missing member. "Who knows what you have honestly been up to all this time in isolation? For all we know, you've gone soft."
Hakuna remains perfectly calm, his voice quiet as he asks, "What exactly do you propose then, JEFF?"
Super smiles, a sharp, terrifying battle hunger consuming his features as he says flatly, "Fight me right here, Hakuna. Let's see what you've got."
Wait… is this seriously happening?
Fade Out…
End of Episode 80…