Bingo" Modoraki's son mutters, his eyes snapping to the man on the mountain. The man nods with twisted eyes.
"GO" Modoraki's son yells, slamming his hand to the ground. Explosions erupt from the ground below Shinsu. The demon raises an eyebrow as he turns around.
The moment he saw the sizzle of flames, his brain already knew what's about to happen.
A slight chuckle comes from his mouth. "I guess it's all up to you now" he thinks, glancing up to Kai. "You're inside him aren't you? So wake up already. Shinsu". The demon smiles as flames start rising. And so does the smoke.
The man on the mountains watches the flames, immediately stabbing Kai. A blade is left in the boy's head as the man drops Kai off the edge before jumping off, catching up to his crew. The boy lands gruesomely on the wet grass.
The invisible man reappears next to Modoraki's son. Modoraki glances at him. The son's eyes lights up in relief. On the man's shoulder is the true leader of the gang. Modoraki.
The boy smirks, glancing to Shinsu. The white-haired demon lays on the floor, unconscious whilst the smoke becomes more and more vast.
The fellow crew members look at this too, grins and smiles on their faces as they run away from the scene. Modoraki's son follows.
In their heads they claim themselves as the victor. But in the depths of Kai's body is a new creature, waiting for his moment like a lion hunting as the predator.
Modoraki's son smiles as he runs with his crew. A smile of relief and victory. "So it all worked, didn't it. Her plan was flawless like said. She had trust in us. Much trust in us" the boy thinks, glancing to the certain member.
"And because of him we were able to plant that detonator near Shinsu. She said it was a smoke screen and all it needed was flames to erupt it. That's where I came in. One hand, one slam and boom. Victory". The boy lets out a chuckle. His steps remain strong with his crew.
Laughter and chats swarm across the field. "Finally. Now I can take a break and have some gin" one member says. Another member replies with a smirk. "Same here. I might even break my record on how many cups of gins can I ta-"
"You know. I'd also wanna break a record" a voice says.
Everyone gasps as one of their own members falls to the floor mid run. Blood starts pouring, creating a pool.
A twisted cackle comes from the side of the crew. Everyone looks to the side, gasping at what their eyes lay upon on.
The figure shakes his arm playfully. Blood drips from it, falling onto the dry grass as a broad grin peals the figure's lips.
"And the record I wanna break. Is how much blood I can spill in 10 minutes". He points at the crew. "36 members. 2 dead and 1 knocked out" he mocks, laughing as he cracks his knuckles. "Well. At least are you clowns gonna make this a lil bit exciting"?