Back at Baraka's test where he fought a rock armored knight that was the manifestation his father, things where rather forceful. The wastelands around them instantly broke into an explosion of strong winds, and rubble rained everywhere. Baraka yelled as he ran at high speeds with his heavy sword made from earth, Baroka in his spikey rock armor also did the same thing as well with his heavy axe, clashing and banging with Baraka in their fight as every one of their attacks caused huge damage to the battlefield. They continued their heavy exchange of running around and slamming each other with terrifying brute force in a flurry of weaponry combat, a scream flew out of Baraka's mouth as he made an attempt to slam what was the manifestation of his father with his heavy sword "OUT OF MY WAY!". Baroka ended up doing the same thing with his axe of rock that met Baraka's incoming strike from his sword. The fight kept going on like this, Baraka was already frustrated at the idea of fighting his own dad who had been presumed dead a long time ago. Baraka thought to himself as he gritted his teeth "No way! There's no way I'll believe this!", he remembered Kito bringing the injured dead body of Baroka back to the house. At that time, his mother, Marallda, dropped to her knees and started crying over her husbands dead body while Baraka himself stared in disbelief as well. Kito patted Baraka on the head, almost crying while looking at him "Baraka, i'm sorry. I wasn't there on time to save your dad, and i was his closest friend too.", he hugged the young Baraka who was also on the verge of crying and was too confused and young to fully make sense of what was happening "Ahhh?", an exhale of disbelief escaped from him before he started crying. Baraka yelled out again as he fought, a huge blast of white energy shooting out of his body "DAMN IIIIIT!", he placed his sword away and charged forth towards Baroka who seemed to prepare himself for the incoming advance of Baraka "Here he comes!". Baroka stretched both his arms apart, creating huge balls of earth to surround him, all of them taking the shape of dangerous weapons like axe's, swords, mallets and even hammers. Each and everyone of said weapons shot at Baraka at unrelenting speeds, Baraka who had shot himself at the speed beyond light, was able to punch and break through everything thrown at him. He did so with undisputed brute force, moving like a monster who's sole purpose was to break everything in the way. Baraka's hand had turned into two axe's of rock, every swing caused slashes to fly through the wastelands and break down and slash everything with one single swipe as he evaded all the attacks that launched at him "YOU WANT TO SEE HOW STRONG IVE GOTTEN, DAD....?!", Baraka yelled in rage out "THEN I'LL SHOW IT TO YOU!". Baroka slowly moved forward, morphing another axe into his hands and then slamming it on Baraka's chest with an insanely fast speeds blitz. Baraka was in confusion for a moment as the top half of his body shattered "Hah?!", Baroka who was covered with his armor from head to toe, spoke out "Please..... show me!". This infuriated Baraka, his rock armor coming back together as his white energy shot out of his body like a thunderstorm of white lightning "Don't tell me what to do so casually...", Baraka groweld as huge coffins made from earth had formed and appeared hundreds of feet above the lands they fought "You might look like him, but you aren't him!", he thought.nBaraka did a few hand signs "Ultimate technique: ROCK ARMORED SEALING COFFIN!", he called out the name of his ultimate technique. This technique was just like the one he had used to kill Ceneradaphio a few months ago, the only difference was that it was now stronger. Baroka was in shock "Ah?", before giant rocks equally the size of Baraka's coffins had appeared floating in the air, each huge rock taking the shape of giant arrows and all sorts of hammers and axe's "THEN I SHALL DO THE SAME! ULTIMATE TECHNIQUE: TITIANS BRUTAL FURRY!", the father showcased his own powers as well. Soon enough, in a burst of speed, both techniques from father and son clashed with one another. Baroka's weapons flew down like rockets, Baraka's coffins opened up, spears of rock that operated like tentacles shot out from the coffins. The tentacles of rock from Baraka's coffins shot through a large number of spikes and arrows of their enemy, while Baroka's giant weapons were able to destroy a number of tentecals of rocks from that of his son, but still being sucked into the graves with a stab and drag of the tentacles. Baroka and Baraka were in a flurry of hand to hand and weapon combat, twisting, turning, slamming themselves on the face and banging their weapons at each other as they flew around. Watching this fight, it was obvious that Baroka was winning the fight, he was moving incredibly fast while keeping Baraka mostly on the defensive as they ran at speeds that surpassed light. Nevertheless, the fight was one that was violent and full of power and combat. Regardless of who was taking the lead in the fight, it was still a dangerous one that consisted of two soldiers, father and son, showcasing the kind of power they had that had brought them so far in life. Baraka's armor was slowly breaking apart while slowly reattaching itself back. Baraka's armour broke, revealing his bleeding head and arms "I can't beat him like this! He's faster and more durable than I am, not to mention that he has better combat ability than myself. How am I even able to keep up with him? No, I'm not keeping up with him, I'm forcing myself to!". Baroka had given himself lots and lots of space away from Baraka who was in the air. Baroka also being in air, but lower than Baraka, thought to himself "That technique Baraka just conjured up, it's a sealing technique. Did Marallda teach him that?", he smiled softly "She's been training the boy difficultly in my place.", before he knew it, one of the tentacles from Baraka's coffins found its way down at him, stabbing him on the right arm. Baroka was alarmed "DISTRACTED!", he started flying at speeds that surpassed light by 90 times, this was something he could very much do. If Baroka were to still be alive, not limited to the level of strength he died at, he'd easily be as strong as the current Kito Kusekabe or White Bright Star the way he always had back when they were actively going on missions. Running, flying and using his axe to break through every tentacle of rock that flew down at him like rain, Baroka thought to himself as he looked at Baraka who was trying to catch his balance in the air "Baraka, I'm so sorry for leaving you to grow with Marallda all on your own without me. I'm sorry for not being able to train you like I always did. I'm sorry.... for not being their even tho I odd to be. I was a very powerful soldier of Kagahara and had allies who were by my side as I fought, but I was a terrible father who ran away from his responsibilities through death. I'm sorry!". Baraka screamed in air, creating a giant sword of rock "TO HELL WITH THIS!", he screamed with a deranged amount of power shooting from his body. Yes, Baraka had lost it completely, he was tired of all this fighting he had to do against what was supposed to be his father. Baroka, seeing his son in this state of aggression, couldn't help but to softly smile inside his armour. Baroka smiled not because his son was stronger than him, but because Baraka reminded him of himself. Not only did Baraka resembled his father, he had also taken his aggressive traits. Baroka softly muttered "Yeah...", before screaming out with his own raw aggression "TO HELL WITH IT AAALL!". Mountains started tearing out of their strong hold on the ground, all turning into giant weapons of war all over the earth, covered with powerful energy that cloaked them. Baroka in this state had fully acquired the level of power he would have had if he were to still be alive till this day.
END OF CHAPTER.