The Beast King's Shadow
[A/N: hi jolpi man here I realise something more I am not that good writer for long battle
So it is my try for Jirō battle and I was really thinking when I was writing a soulless body.
And I will not remove my mistakes in here it will see how I grow over it and I am so surprised how much can I bride with just phone I was checking the leaderboard I was in the position of 139 ranking in word leaderboard]
The battlefield cracked open like glass under the pressure of titans.
Each soulless Jirō came forward in unison, their footfalls like a war drum signaling apocalypse. They didn't speak. They didn't breathe. They only advanced — husks of overwhelming power, made to kill, made to end.
One raised his arm high. Another crouched low. A third tapped the ground lightly with two fingers.
BANG.
The earth erupted in symmetrical chaos. Knocking Guns detonated like volcanic cannons, releasing shockwaves that split clouds in half and churned the soil into molten streams. It was pure, raw destruction — an orchestra of annihilation conducted by empty hands.
Sunny braced, haki flooding his hair until it shone black with an otherworldly gleam. Tens of thousands of strands lashed outward, intercepting the barrage. Sparks flew, shockwaves met shockwaves, the sound of clashing energy ringing louder than thunder.
His arms trembled. His lungs burned. His blood boiled.
But his grin… widened.
"You're copies." His words cut through the noise, steady and sharp. "Stronger than the real thing ever was. But strength without a soul… is just weight. And weight can be thrown."
The first husk appeared before him, faster than the eye could track. Its hand blurred into a spear — Grand Knocking. The technique that once could paralyze entire continents with a touch.
Sunny twisted. His hair snapped like a whip, wrapping the husk's arm mid-strike, haki sizzling along the strands. With a savage pull, he redirected the strike into the ground — and the world buckled. The impact carved a canyon deep enough to swallow oceans, dust and magma shooting skyward.
Before Sunny could breathe, two more husks crashed down from above. Twin fists like meteor hammers. Pressure Knocking.
Sunny roared, his hair expanding in a tidal wave, cushioning the blows. The impact cratered the battlefield, sending fault lines racing for miles, but Sunny's domain held — barely.
Blood streaked his lip. His knees bent. Yet his eyes burned brighter.
"Come on, then. Let's finish this dance."
He surged forward, hair writhing in a storm, each strand like a serpent guided by will. He struck. Thousands of blows in an instant. A rain of haki-coated lashes, piercing, crushing, binding.
But the husks didn't falter. They advanced through it, their bodies refusing pain, refusing fear. One by one, they hammered their fists and palms into Sunny's walls, splitting open his defense with sheer, relentless might.
"Ten times stronger, huh?" Sunny spat, haki flaring harder, brighter, until the air itself seemed to bend under its weight. "Then I'll answer with a hundred times more will."
His hair coiled around him, forming a cocoon. His eyes closed.
Silence.
Then —
BOOM.
The cocoon burst open, revealing a blackened storm of haki. Sunny's hair spread across the battlefield in every direction, infinite in reach, absolute in control. The air froze. The earth stilled. Even the mindless husks hesitated, their empty frames quivering as if a primal terror had seeped into them.
Sunny's voice was no longer shouting. It was calm. Absolute.
"This is my world."
The Haki Domain pulsed outward. A second heartbeat of the universe.
The husks charged. All of them. A storm of fists, claws, and knocking techniques that could shatter creation itself.
But within Sunny's domain, their movements slowed. Their strikes bent. Their techniques unraveled before reaching him, as though the domain rejected their existence. Every strand of Sunny's hair, every ounce of haki, carried one unshakable truth:
You do not belong here.
One by one, his hair pierced through them. Their bodies shattered like glass. Husk after husk dissolved into black fragments, collapsing under the crushing will of a true soul.
The ground quaked with every collapse. The sky bled with light. And soon, silence returned.
Sunny stood at the center, hair drifting in the air like black fire, chest heaving, sweat and blood mixing on his skin. His domain slowly receded, the battlefield carved into a wasteland of canyons, ridges, and silence.
The last husk crumbled before him, dissolving into nothing.
Sunny wiped his mouth, his grin faint but unbroken.
"Random Board God, huh?" His eyes narrowed at the empty horizon. "If this is the best you've got… you're going to need a bigger board."