Narrateur
You could see Toji standing in front of an abandoned factory, Soya and Natsugu slung over his broad shoulders.
"Damn… coming back here doesn't bring back good memories."
Toji had a complex look as he scanned from top to bottom the place of his first major trauma.
"But at least I got my revenge before coming back."
He opened the gate and entered the worn-down building with a nonchalant air.
"Took you long enough. I've been waiting for 20 minutes," a voice echoed in the darkness.
It was obviously Zoro.
"I'd like to see you try. You dumped the dirty work on me and left," Toji replied.
"Don't be mad, I had to farm aura," Zoro stepped out of the shadows, fully revealing himself.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Don't worry, you wouldn't get the reference anyway," Zoro said casually.
Toji didn't argue further and simply dropped his two victims.
They were no longer in the Zen'in clan, so he didn't care if those two woke up—in fact, it even suited him.
"So what do we do now?" Toji asked.
"We wait."
"Excuse me?"
"I said we wait. I don't know how long the anesthesia will last, so we have to wait for them to wake up."
A look of boredom crossed Toji's eyes.
"Damn, this is going to be boring as hell."
"Not necessarily."
"What do you mean?"
"While you were taking your time, I set up a little surprise to pass the time. Follow me."
Toji did as Zoro said, and they went deeper into the factory.
When they arrived, what he saw shocked him.
A huge TV connected to a Super Nintendo. There was only one cartridge—but it wasn't one to take lightly.
"SF II?"
An incredulous smile formed on Toji's face.
"With this, we can pass the time, right?" he heard.
He turned around and met Zoro's amused gaze.
"Yeah… I think we can."
Street Fighter II was Toji's favorite game. When it came out, he played so much he skipped classes. When arcade managers noticed, he got banned during school hours.
That didn't stop him from playing all day. He asked Kentaro to buy him two arcade machines—and of course, Kentaro agreed.
Without Zoro's scolding, there's no doubt Toji would've failed school that year.
"It's been a while since we played, don't you think?" Toji said arrogantly.
"I'll remind you—you've never beaten me," Zoro replied with the same arrogance.
"Oh, come on! We both know that's just because you used Observation Haki to predict my moves. Now that I can use it too, don't think it'll be that easy."
"Fine. Show me your progress."
Zoro walked up to the TV and turned it on.
"By the way, how is there still electricity here?" Toji asked as he sat down.
"There isn't. I connected everything to an outlet outside."
"How is that even possible?"
"It's not that hard. You just need… a lot, a lot, a lot of extension cords."
"Haha! Yeah, I get what you mean."
"Alright, enough talk. Let's violence."
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Several hours passed.
It was 4 a.m., and the twins had done nothing but play over and over again. Pushing their physical limits and their Observation Haki to gain the upper hand.
Yet the score remained perfectly balanced.
Out of 50 matches: 25 wins for Toji and 25 wins for Zoro.
But it seemed they wouldn't have time to decide a winner.
"Hm!" A movement caught Zoro's attention through his Haki.
"He's waking up," said Toji, who had also sensed it—though through his naturally sharp senses.
"We'll have to postpone the final round," Zoro said as he stood up.
Toji did the same. They put down the controllers and walked toward the source of their misfortune, determined to end it.
They finally arrived in front of Soya and Natsugu, both fully awake and on guard.
They looked confused, but when they saw the twins, their confusion turned into anger.
"You! Who are you, and what are we doing here?" It was Soya's voice, full of unjustified arrogance.
Zoro and Toji didn't even bother to respond, and this time Natsugu spoke.
"You must have a death wish to ignore us like this—and you even left me my weapon," he said, drawing his katana that Toji had brought along.
After a long moment of silence, the twins finally spoke—but not to answer.
"Puhahahahaha! See? I told you he'd say it!" Zoro burst out laughing.
The laughter shocked both Soya and Natsugu.
"Bwahahaha! This is too much. 'You must have a death wish.' I really didn't think you'd be right about that," Toji mocked.
"Hahahaha!"
"Puhahaha!"
"Hohohoho!"
"Ah! Ah! This is too good."
And it went on for a full two minutes.
Natsugu, who at first didn't understand, finally realized they were mocking him—and he snapped.
"YOU SONS OF BITCHES, HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME!"
His cursed energy burst violently from his body.
Soya, who had remained silent until now, also released his own.
This drew the twins' attention, and they tried to calm their laughter.
"Ah! Ah! Alright, alright, Toji—focus."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, but… haha… it's hard to stop."
After a few breaths, they regained their composure.
They removed their hoods and masks, revealing their faces to their next victims.
Needless to say, Soya and Natsugu were shocked when they recognized them.
"So it's you… the trash," Soya said.
There was nothing on his face but cold determination to eliminate what he saw as the filth of his existence.
"You came back on your own? Good. That means I can finish what I started 10 years ago. Euthanizing monkeys."
As for Natsugu, he felt even greater anger—and excitement at what he was about to do.
Yet despite the bloodlust radiating from them, Zoro and Toji didn't even pay attention and kept talking as if nothing was wrong.
"So, do we do this slow or fast?" Zoro asked.
"If you'd asked me three hours ago, I would've said slow. But I really want to play SF II, so I'm not wasting time on these nobodies," Toji replied.
That didn't surprise Zoro. He no longer felt that cold desire for revenge either.
After all, who would want to torture a mosquito that made them sick as a child?
That's exactly what Natsugu and Soya were to them now—just mosquitoes. And when you see a mosquito, you crush it.
"Which one do you want?" Toji asked.
"Hmm… tough choice," Zoro pretended to think deeply, like he was choosing which pair of shoes to wear.
After a moment, he decided.
"I think I'll take Natsugu."
"Then it's settled. I'll handle Soya."
Their conversation over, they finally focused on their opponents—"opponents" in very big quotation marks.
"MISERABLE WRETCHES!" Soya lost his patience.
Natsugu did the same.
"INSIGNIFICANT SPECKS OF FECULENT SCUM!"
They rushed at the twins without realizing it would be their last action.
Soru
Toji vanished in a blur and reappeared in front of Soya, leg raised and coated in Armament Haki.
BOOM!
CRACK!
SPLASH!
Soya's death happened in three steps:
First, Toji violently drove his foot into his abdomen.
Second, his foot pierced through it.
Third, his foot erupted through his back, pulverizing bones and organs in its wake.
Blood burst from Soya's back, and the light in his eyes faded as his cursed energy disappeared.
"Damn, I overdid it. Armament Haki wasn't necessary. I messed up my shoes and pants."
Zoro, watching from a distance, spoke.
"No, you did the right thing. If you had killed him without Haki, he would've turned into a cursed spirit."
"Really? I didn't know that."
"I forgot to tell you?"
While the twins talked casually, Natsugu was going through an existential crisis.
'How is this possible?'
He had just seen a sorcerer from the prestigious Zen'in clan get killed without even being able to resist—by a monkey without cursed energy.
'This isn't possible… I must be dreaming.'
He started trembling. His whole body shook. He could barely stand.
Fear gripped him—and eventually, that fear reached his bladder and bowels.
"So you understand—if you ever have to kill a powerful sorcerer, make sure to use Haki or a cursed tool. Got it?"
"Yeah, I unde—"
As the twins were about to finish their improvised lesson on cursed energy, they smelled something.
"Sniff, sniff! What's that smell?" Toji said, pinching his nose.
"Sniff! Smells like shit," Zoro added.
He followed the smell and refocused on the enemy they had ignored—and when he saw the scene, he understood.
"No way… are you serious? You actually shit yourself?"
Toji followed his gaze and saw it too.
"Ugh, that's disgusting."
Natsugu looked down and realized it was true—but instead of humiliation, he felt even more fear.
'I have to get out of here.'
He threw his katana aside and turned to run—but he didn't even manage three steps.
Soru
"Where do you think you're going, you little bitch?"
Like Soya, Zoro appeared in a blur in front of Natsugu.
He reached for his neck, tightening his grip before lifting him off the ground. Natsugu grabbed Zoro's hand with both of his own, struggling to break free.
"Doesn't this remind you of a certain scene?" Zoro asked, though he didn't expect an answer. "Back then, I was the one in your position, and you were in mine."
He began to slowly tighten his squeeze. Natsugu's face filled with mounting terror as tears began to stream down his cheeks.
"But that's all over. Our vengeance ends now."
Crack!
Natsugu's neck snapped like a cracker, his arms falling limp at his sides. Zoro let go, and he collapsed face-first into the dirt, his pants stained with excrement for all to see.
And that didn't please Zoro.
'Damn… I was trying to look cool, and this bastard had to ruin everything with his shit. My aura didn't increase because of him.'
He turned toward Toji, who was waiting.
"Alright, it's over. Let's go continue our game."
"Great. Get ready to lose."
"Dreams aren't reality, kid."
It's the first time that I published 2 chapter in one day. It deserves some power stones isn't it?