Ragnar leapt backward, boots skidding against the polished floor as Lancelot raised his blade high. The knight commander's weapon shone with a blinding cross-shaped halo, the energy gathering for a legendary strike. Ragnar felt the pressure, the weight of a technique that could shatter the hall itself. His eyes narrowed. He knew he couldn't defend against that attack with the wooden sword in his hand. In that split second of tension, old memories flooded in like a crimson tide.
Noctus vaulted over a car wreck, ducking a mass of black tentacles from the mutant zombie. He sliced through the air with a wind burst, but a scream from the creature stunned him momentarily. Tentacles whipped around his limbs, binding him, squeezing like iron chains. He struggled, the storm inside him raging to break free, and as he fought against the constriction, something cracked—not the tentacles, but a barrier inside his own mind. The memory came like a gust through an open door.
Gaiard stood still for a heartbeat amidst the chaos, blood trickling down his arm where the bullet had hit. Edward's jeering words echoed in his ears, mocking him and threatening Tiama. Around him, the mob grew closer, tightening their net. But even as danger pressed in, his gaze unfocused for a moment. He wasn't seeing the ship anymore. He was seeing something else, something from long ago, when his name was not Gaiard but Earthquake, and he had first opened his eyes.
The three of them, in three separate worlds, felt it simultaneously—the pull of memory.
The subconscious world. That was where it began.
Darkness stretched infinitely in every direction, not empty but alive with latent energy. At its center stood three figures. Thunderstorm. Cyclone. Earthquake. They were not yet men; they were elemental fragments, each one emanating a distinct aura that shaped their surroundings.
Thunderstorm stood amidst crimson clouds, lightning bolts crackling around him like veins of living power. His presence split the darkness like a blade, destructive and brilliant.
Cyclone stood in a swirling tempest, his wind spiraling endlessly, chaotic yet rhythmic, the air bending around him like a living creature. His eyes glimmered with mischievous clarity, as if he had always existed within storms.
Earthquake stood on a rugged expanse of stone and trembling ground, his feet rooted deep, his aura radiating slow but overwhelming pressure. He was immovable, vast, a living mountain.
They stared at each other across the subconscious plane, cautious but curious, three forces that could never naturally coexist without shattering the balance of their shared host. They did not speak, but they understood one another instinctively—the storm, the thunder, and the earth recognized each other's presence as rival forces.
And then he appeared.
Boboiboy.
Not as the young man he would become, but as the boy who had inherited powers far beyond his years. His figure shone softly, a light that cut through their auras without extinguishing them. His presence was commanding but warm, carrying something the elements themselves lacked: will.
He walked toward them slowly, each step echoing through the subconscious like a heartbeat. When he stopped, his gaze swept across the three elements.
"I see in you," he said, his voice calm but resolute, "the crimson lightning bolts of destruction, the endless storm of chaos, the vast earth full of vibrations."
Thunderstorm's aura crackled louder. Cyclone's winds tightened. Earthquake's ground shook faintly.
Boboiboy continued, "That power is too great. Even I am not sure I can hold it without affecting my friends. So, let's hold it back. Like the thunder that destroys the stone pillars that pierce the sky. Like the great wall that blocks all tornadoes. Like the wind that wraps and directs the lightning."
His words echoed through the space like divine instructions.
"Hold each other back, so as not to hurt what I, and you, cherish."
In that moment, their destinies were written. They would restrain, balance, and live in harmony within him. The storm would temper the lightning. The earth would contain the storm. The thunder would break the stone if it grew too rigid. A cycle of restraint, an eternal check and balance, forged not by nature but by will.
Those words had shaped them for years.
They had held back their strength, not out of fear, but out of loyalty to the boy who had awakened them. They had grown accustomed to that balance, living under self-imposed chains.
But now—now things were different.
Back in the royal training hall, Ragnar lowered his wooden sword, crimson sparks starting to dance more violently around him. The memory's echo pulsed inside him like a drumbeat. He remembered Boboiboy's words—but he also felt the chains they had formed. And something deep inside him stirred, whispering that perhaps the time for restraint was over. His muscles tensed, veins glowing faintly red beneath his skin as if lightning itself flowed through him.
In the zombie-infested base, Noctus's eyes hardened as he broke free from the tentacles with a sudden, violent gust. The air screamed around him. The memory lingered, but instead of quieting the storm, it fed it. The winds swirled faster, his control slipping as power surged through his limbs, unfiltered and wild.
On the ship, Gaiard clenched his healed fist, crystal light fading as raw earth energy coursed through his body. He no longer looked cornered. He looked awakened. The memory of restraint was not calming him—it was pushing him toward liberation.
And then it happened.
Three worlds. Three warriors. Three declarations, spoken at the same time, echoing across dimensions as if the fabric of reality itself listened.
Ragnar raised his head, lightning crackling violently. "I am the embodiment of the crimson thunder of destruction. Now that the wind can no longer restrain me, I will make my authority known to this world."
Noctus stood amidst swirling gales, his eyes sharp like a storm's eye. "I am the one who holds the endless whirlwind. When the wall can no longer hinder me, I will rule all order with my own chaos."
Gaiard's voice rumbled like tectonic plates grinding. "I am the master of the eternal earth. When the sky cannot stop my rise, I will create a new world with my own will."
Three voices, spoken at once, resounded across their separate worlds like thunderclaps, windstorms, and earthquakes.
Three declarations, carrying the weight of rebirth.
In that moment, their restraint shattered. And their true power awakened.
Their auras erupted simultaneously—crimson lightning cracking through the royal hall's roof, a colossal storm blasting through the military base, and the ground itself trembling on the Arkworld ship.
Ragnar. Noctus. Gaiard.Thunderstorm. Cyclone. Earthquake.Three beings, reborn in their own worlds.
And everything was about to change.
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It was a memory from long ago, from the days when they were not Ignis and Friz, but Blaze and Ice—two elemental beings in the subconscious world, born of fire and frost.
Boboiboy was still a fifteen-year-old boy, wide-eyed but already carrying the weight of extraordinary power. He stood at the center of a quiet, neutral plain inside the subconscious world, where sky and ground blended into an endless expanse. Before him floated two figures: one burning with crackling orange-red flames, the other surrounded by a quiet, freezing mist.
Blaze hovered impatiently, his fiery mane flickering with agitation. His body was shaped like a lean warrior formed from flames, sharp edges blazing. "Tch. Why are you looking at us like that, kid? You've got something to say, say it." His voice burned like embers snapping in the wind.
Boboiboy observed them carefully, a curious smile forming. "It's interesting," he finally said. "Despite possessing opposing powers, the two of you are strangely similar."
There was a moment of stunned silence. Then both elements immediately flared up in indignation.
"What?!" Blaze roared, flames surging. "Similar to this stone-headed, cold-faced, lazy icicle?! Don't insult me, kid!"
"Hmph," Ice replied coolly, mist swirling like quiet snow. His figure was slender, his face calm and expression unreadable. "I'm nothing like that hot-tempered, brainless, wild beast. I actually use my head."
Boboiboy sighed, rubbing his forehead. He had expected resistance, but the way they mirrored each other's reactions was almost funny. "See? You're even arguing in the same rhythm."
Blaze and Ice both turned to glare at him, then at each other.
"I'll burn that smirk off your face, snowball," Blaze growled, stepping closer.
Ice tilted his head, unimpressed. "I'd like to see you try, torch."
The air between them shifted. Fire surged upward like a pillar, while cold mist condensed into sharp shards. The neutral plain shook from their rising energies. Boboiboy sensed what was coming and quickly split himself into two duplicates to intervene before their argument turned into a disaster.
"Alright, alright!" one Boboiboy said to Blaze, grabbing his shoulder. "If you want to prove yourself, then fine, but don't destroy this place!"
The other Boboiboy blocked Ice's path. "You too! Don't freeze everything solid. If you two want to fight, at least find a place where you won't harm everyone."
The two elements turned away from him, exchanging a silent glare. In that moment, no words were needed. Their rivalry was born, intense and instinctive.
They chose a deserted land far away in a dead planet, a place surrounded by nothing but endless ocean and ground.
The battle between Blaze and Ice began like a storm.
Fire clashed against frost, heatwaves met freezing winds. Blaze hurled fireballs that streaked like comets, turning sand into glass wherever they struck. Ice countered with spears of frozen mist that sliced through the air like blades.
The planet even shook.
Flaming pillars erupted and met swirling blizzards. Explosions painted the sky in orange and blue. Steam billowed into the air as fire melted ice and ice cooled fire, creating an endless cycle of elemental fury.
For seven days and seven nights, they fought. Neither yielded. Neither showed mercy.
Blaze rushed forward with wild, unrestrained power, his movements like an untamed beast. He didn't think, he acted—his flames roared as his fists collided with Ice's frozen shields. Each strike caused molten cracks in the ground, fissures glowing like veins of magma.
Ice moved with precision and control, each step calculated, each counterattack sharp. He summoned glaciers and icy storms with surgical precision, turning Blaze's recklessness against him. Frozen walls rose to block his flames; jagged spikes burst from the ground to force him back.
They were opposites—yet in their clash, they were equals.
As days passed, the planet changed. One half became a burning inferno, scorched black and glowing with embers. The other half froze under eternal ice, glittering like a frozen kingdom. The line dividing them was sharp, straight down the middle, a perfect mirror of their rivalry.
Boboiboy watched from in the subconscious realm, occasionally intervening to stop them from outright destroying each other, but even he couldn't help but be impressed.
"They're… incredible," he whispered. "Opposites, yet evenly matched. Like fire and ice locked in eternal dance."
Back in the present, Ignis and Friz, in two different worlds, both opened their eyes wide as the memory faded. A strange, knowing smile appeared on their faces, almost at the same time.
Ignis straightened his stance in the blazing battle hall, heat swirling around him. He looked at Flamme, but his words were directed at someone far away.
"Going into battle with a cold tactical mind and a sharp, cool head. Always planning carefully and meticulously, but also launching extremely dangerous attacks," Ignis said, his voice rising with fiery pride. "Surprisingly, he and I are strangely compatible. That's why…"
On the icy arena, Friz lifted his gaze, locking eyes with Friya. The frost around him thickened, his aura shifting into something sharper, more focused.
"Always the one who rushes into battle first without any plan," Friz said calmly. "Fighting purely on instinct, but his attacks are always surprisingly effective and precise. I can't help but admit that he and I are uncasually compatible. That's why…"
Even though they were worlds apart, the two of them spoke in perfect unison.
"…I will never, absolutely cannot lose to someone like him! My best friend and also my greatest rival. Someone who understands me as well as myself."
Their auras exploded simultaneously.
In the academy's battle hall, flames surged skyward like a roaring dragon, consuming the air, twisting and coiling around Ignis like a fiery mantle.
On the icy arena, frost erupted outward in a blizzard storm, condensing into sharp crystalline structures that surrounded Friz like a glacial throne.
Two worlds. Two warriors. One memory. One unbreakable bond of rivalry and friendship.
The stage was set. Neither would back down. Not now. Not ever.
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Long ago, there was a mission.
Boboiboy and his friends traveled through the cosmos to planet Kadruax, a wild and untamed world blanketed by emerald jungles and forests that seemed alive. The sky shimmered a strange green hue, reflecting the thick atmosphere and giant leaf canopies that covered the land like an endless ocean of foliage. Kadruax was a planet dominated by colossal flora and fauna—trees that towered higher than skyscrapers, vines as thick as towers, and creatures that had evolved in this overgrown wilderness.
They came to this planet with a specific goal: to find and retrieve Planterbot, a powerful but missing machine that could manipulate plant growth at planetary scales. Rumors had reached Boboiboy's team that Planterbot had gone offline somewhere deep in Kadruax's primal forests, and recovering it was crucial before any villain could get their hands on it.
Boboiboy, standing at the head of his team, surveyed the alien wilderness. Around him were his friends—Yaya, Gopal, Ying, Fang—all alert but in good spirits, their eyes filled with curiosity and a bit of trepidation. Kadruax was not a place for the faint of heart.
And the elemental beings the chosen by Boboiboy were Thorn and Solar.
Thorn was wild, curious, and pure, his body like to be formed of intertwining vines and thorns, his eyes bright like untouched wilderness. Solar, on the other hand, was radiant, glowing with golden energy like a miniature sun, exuding maturity and analytical precision.
As they moved deeper into the forest, Solar floated calmly, scanning the terrain with radiant eyes. "Based on the energy signatures, Planterbot is somewhere in the central jungle basin. We should proceed with systematic caution."
Thorn bounced from vine to vine, laughing. "Why so serious? This place is amazing! Look at those giant flowers! And those weird glowing bugs! I wanna explore everything!"
Solar crossed his glowing arms. "This is not a sightseeing trip. We're here to accomplish a mission. Stay focused."
"Pff, boring," Thorn replied, flipping upside down on a tree branch.
The two had always been opposites—logic and instinct, discipline and freedom. It was inevitable that friction would arise.
The jungle's serenity didn't last long.
The ground trembled as a colossal roar split the air, sending flocks of alien birds scattering. Trees snapped like twigs as a creature emerged from the undergrowth—a towering plant dinosaur, Alpha Jumbosaur. Its body was covered in bark-like armor, its back lined with sharp leaf-shaped fins, and from its gaping maw sprouted vines tipped with thorny ends.
The team froze for a heartbeat. Then chaos erupted.
"ALPHA JUMBOSAUR?!" Gopal screamed, eyes bulging. "I thought those were not exist!!"
"Apparently not!" Ying shouted as she dodged a swinging vine.
The monster roared again, lashing out with crushing force. Boboiboy quickly split into Thorn and Solar, realizing that their combined plant and solar powers could be effective against this kind of creature.
"All right," Boboiboy's voice echoed through both of them, "we're using Elemental Fusion!"
But things didn't go as planned.
Thorn scratched his head. "Fusion? Like, uh… we just hug it out or something?"
Solar let out a frustrated sigh. "No, you idiot. Fusion requires synchronization, mutual understanding, aligning our energy frequencies—"
"Bla bla bla. You're always talking complicated stuff," Thorn interrupted. "Why don't we just attack together?"
"Because if we're not synchronized, our attacks will interfere with each other!"
Their bickering echoed through the forest like two brothers arguing at the worst possible time.
Meanwhile, Alpha Jumbosaur charged, vines snapping like whips. The team scattered, dodging desperately, but the monster was huge and fast. It slammed its tail into the ground, sending Yaya flying backward. Fang rushed to block a vine strike from hitting Ying.
Boboiboy, watching his friends being cornered, clenched his fists. He had trusted Thorn and Solar to work together. But their childish argument was wasting precious seconds.
Then, something instinctive broke out of him. He didn't plan the words, they came from his heart, raw and clear.
"You two are very strong," Boboiboy shouted, his voice reverberating through their elemental minds. "But there are many things you cannot do alone! So let's put aside the petty conflicts and work together for the common good—for me, for you, and for our friends!"
For a split second, the two elemental beings froze. Thorn looked at Solar. Solar stared back.
Their differences hadn't vanished, but something shifted in that moment. Boboiboy's words weren't commands—they were trust. He believed in them.
And for the first time, Thorn stopped laughing, and Solar stopped overthinking.
Back in the present, two separate worlds echoed with that same memory.
In the forest world, Heim stood amidst the barbarian assault, vines lashing out to bind attackers, Flora fighting at his side. His chest rose and fell, his eyes glowing with inner light as the memory surfaced vividly.
"Unity to go further," he whispered. "I always remember that saying, Boboiboy."
He clenched his fist, feeling the flow of jungle energy surge within him. The world around him was alien, the people didn't understand him, and he had been alone for so long. But that moment of trust, that spark Boboiboy had given him, still burned in his heart.
"But now I am just a lonely fragment in a strange world," Heim continued, raising his head toward the canopy as barbarian shouts echoed closer. "So, please allow me to borrow your endless courage and great will, so that I can…"
At the same time, in the canyon world, Alstar's battle reached a fever pitch. The python thrashed violently, the ambushing players pressed their attack, and Alexandrite struggled to maintain distance. Alstar, back against a rock, eyes narrowing, felt the old memory strike him like sunlight piercing clouds.
"There is no such thing as a perfect existence," Alstar said quietly to himself. "Even though we have an adult body, we need the creativity of a child to make a difference."
His solar energy flared brighter, scorching the ground beneath his feet. He remembered Thorn's boundless imagination, his impulsive energy.
"So, please allow me to borrow your infinite creativity and burning passion, Boboiboy, so that I can…"
And then, in two worlds, at the same moment, their voices rose.
Heim shouted into the forest sky, "...Prove my existence in this world!"
Alstar declared against the canyon wind, "...Break the illusion that surrounds this world!"
Their auras exploded simultaneously.
Heim's body erupted with a surge of wild jungle energy, vines spiraling around him like living serpents, the trees themselves bending as if responding to his call.
Alstar's golden energy blazed outward, filling the canyon with a miniature sunrise, blinding his enemies and illuminating everything with radiant determination.
Two fragments. Two worlds. One shared memory. One decisive awakening.
The true battle had just begun.