The Story of Yeling Mah Pt. IV

Hinokami vs. Suijin

KABOOM.

I watched as my target crashed through mountain after mountain after mountain.

I flew after him, my robes trailing with blue and purple flames, trailed with black.

"RARR!" The man retaliated with a barrage of water bullets, but my aura disintegrated them.

I closed the distance, shooting at him like a bullet as my foot landed on his chest, smashing him into the side of a mountain.

"We... we're both Akuma Grade Dogma holders... but why is there such a gap in strength!" The man gasped. I knelt down and picked him up by the throat.

Dogma holder of Suijin.

God of Water.

I had my fair share of dealing with these types of opponents. I had fought alongside one, after all. But not so much water, but rather...

Rain.

The Dogma holder, was a man named Prakash.

I was not informed of his surname.

Nor did I care.

I held out my hand, my devilish blue eyes shining through my upgraded mask, supplied by the Dogma.

Show him, Hinokami. The difference in your strengths. A God of Fire who has fully accepted his role, against a God of Water who rejects it. The difference in your strength.

My hand burst into violent flame, well defined and pronounced over my flaming body of Stage Three.

Prakash tried summoning a barrage of water blasts all around him, but nothing was getting through my aura.

I aimed my hand, inches from his face, as Prakash struggled, clearly in survival mode. However, he was trying to suppress his fear.

"You do not scare me, Tidalflame. You do not scare me at all. I would rather die than take lives alongside you."

He was not the one to die. That was not what the Dogma wanted. He wanted to set an example.

My hand hovered away from Prakash's face as he gave me a look of confusion.

"Wha... what are you doing? What are you doing?!"

My hand slowly repositioned itself, aimed at the village that Prakash was trying to defend. This entire time, as their defender, their saviour and their hero.

"Great Triton! Save us! SAVE US!" The villagers pleaded.

Prakash glared at me, his teeth gnashing from the effort of trying to escape my grip.

"If you do this, Tidalflame, I will never forgive you."

The Dogma's voice boomed across the land. Judging from Prakash's expression, he could hear full well.

Yes, Suijin. Use that hate. You hate how weak you are compared to Hinokami. Use that anger and evolve. Otherwise, all your loved ones. Your wife and child. Your family, relatives, and friends of the village who so look up to you, shall be engulfed with flames. Flames that YOU could have doused with the Devil's Tide.

"TIDALFLAME! TIDALFLAME! DON'T! DON'T DO IT! I BEG OF YOU!" Prakash pleading, his entire body trembling from fear and adrenaline.

But this was not my call to make.

You had your chance to evolve your power, and use your hate. But from the very beginning, you rejected your nature. Because you were never meant to be a holder of Suijin in the first place.

Level 1 Hinokami Stage Three...

"DON'T!" Prakash screamed, as the villagers all began to run, a futile attempt to protect themselves. From the distance, I could make out a young girl who tripped and fell, but her body was trampled over by the feet of her friends family of the village trying to escape my wrath.

You don't deserve utopia.

Grand Ultimate Inverse Tsunami Release

My hand exploded with a flood of blue, purple, and black flame, a massive inferno the size of a football stadium, approaching the village like a demonic sun.

"NOOOO!!!" Prakash's screaming overlapped the screaming of the villagers, as they were abruptly cut out, drowned from the sea of flame I had unleashed on them. Within seconds, the village Triton swore to use his powers to protect, a population of one hundred million, disappeared.

Converted to ash and spare blue embers.

Prakash screamed at me, his arm transforming into a massive blade, attempting to sever my arm, but his blade passed right through me. I had already become Intangible, predicting his movements and sliding back.

Prakash charged, as I regained form, bobbing and weaving, the movements of the Rain Style still engraved in my memory.

"DIE! DIE DIE DIE!!!!"

Kill him, Suijin. Make the Hinokami pay. Use that darkness! The Dogma urged.

Prakash charged me wildly, leaping into the air and slashing at me with superhuman speed.

"Why can't I land a blow?!"

I leapt back, going Intangible and flying into the air. Prakash roared, flying after me, but I turned to him, my hand held back.

Grand Ultimate Devil's Arc

I swiped with the palm of my hand, chopping the air and unleashed a massive arc of demonic flame. Triton was engulfed, slamming into the ground violently and shaking the mountains.

I slowly lowered to the ground, watching Prakash struggle to his feet, vomiting blood. I eyed him with no mercy.

"You... I will make you pay. You stupid... terrorist. That is all you are..."

Prakash's eyes glowed teal, energy swirling all around him as I stood before a massive water golem, its body forming. From a skeleton, to flesh, to armour.

The golem roared at me, Prakash in the center, his eyes full of bloodlust. The entire mountain rumbled from the force of the roar, my cloak fluttering in the wind so violently that he ripped off of me, revealing my black t-shirt and cargo pants.

No. The Dogma spoke to me.

This one is a failure. If that is the limit to his strength.

"Very well." I muttered, bringing my foot back and assuming my stance.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" Prakash's voice doubled, bringing his fist back to slam into me.

"YOU AREN'T SPECIAL! YOU AREN'T SPECIAL AT ALL!"

I leapt into the air, leaving behind a molten crater, shooting to his location, my fist recoiled, my body turning intangible.

Stage Three Hinokami and Intangibility...

"SOMEONE WILL STOP YOU! SOMEDAY! YOU WILL DIE REGRETTING EVERYTHING!" Prakash shouted, swinging his fist as hard as he could.

Grand Ultimate Devil's Meteorite

I threw a punch, going right through Prakash's golem, incinerating it and vaporizing it upon contact. The force of the bubbles and vaporization erupting from the inside, destroying Prakash. I slammed out of the side of the golem, spinning around, to see Prakash still mid air, his eyes wide in disbelief. His golem decimated from my attack.

I landed on the ground, watching Prakash stumble to me. His entire body was bloody, and deformed. Burnt and destroyed.

"Ti- Tidalflame..." He muttered, trying to grab at my mask, but collapsing. His lifeless body hitting the ground, his skull conking on the ground as he disintegrated into ash.

Prakash Singh was a failure. I must seek another to be the Level 1 Suijin Holder. Good work. Yeling Mah. You will be my Champion, to reunite the other five Akuma Grade Dogma holders. The perfect ones.

The other Dogma holders.

For many months, I had served the Dogma, doing his bidding. I had mastered Stage Three, capable of calling upon the transforming at will, and reducing the stamina drain. I also had a trump card as well. Should it have to come down to that.

My mission? Was to test the other Akuma Grade Dogma Holders, and if the Dogma deemed them too weak...

I would eliminate them.

Prakash was an example of the Suijin Dogma Holder who failed the Dogma's expectations. Prakash would be my fourth Suijin Dogma Holder I had killed.

"Dogma." I said, as I climbed a mountain, overlooking the world.

What do you seek, Yeling.

"When I battled the Demon Lord Alciel, back when my Hinokami was constrained. He mentioned a Dogma Holder known as Aelienne."