Decided to cross post some of my quick ideas and one-shots from QQ, not sure how strict the NSFW is here so only the SFW ones will be here.
Here is the song that inspired this idea:
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F8xhB4KRBKk&list=RDelTBwevwePg&index=5
As the man fell to the ground, his world was filled with pain and failure. It seemed his journey was at an end; unfortunately, he soared too high and, like Icarus, was cast down just as quickly.
Ichigo Kurosaki Bankai mode unlocked.
Or perhaps not, as the words flashed before his eyes. Even amidst all his pain and fatigue, a new spark was ignited in the man. With trembling arms, he pushed his overexerted body to rise once more, perhaps for the last time.
Yet he would rather die on his feet than crawl in the dirt like a worm. No, if he were to die, then he would make sure they remembered him.
As he stood on shaky and unstable legs, he looked upon his adversaries – Superman, Wonder Woman, Batman, and many more. Yes, he had picked a fight with the Justice League.
One might ask why? Had the man become a villain? Had he wasted his second chance by becoming an evil person? No, none of that. Instead of a run-of-the-mill bad guy or a dime-a-dozen superhero, the man chose to become something more – a legend.
"Stand down, you have proven your strength. There is no need to go any further, please," Superman pleaded as he saw the man stand again despite the punishment he had already suffered.
A weak chuckle escaped the man as he breathed harshly. "Tell me… Superman. In the end, as you fade into the night, who will tell the story of your life?" The man's arm rose as his gaze hardened, locked onto the Man of Steel.
"And who will remember your last goodbye?" Blackness began to envelop the man as the league members readied themselves for what was to come.
"'Cause it's the end, and I'm not afraid." The man took a deep breath. "I'm not afraid to die."
As he spoke these words, he felt a profound shift within himself. Memories of his journey, every hardship, every battle, every triumph, and failure, flashed before his eyes. He remembered why he started this path, the dreams he had, and the promises he made. His heartbeat slowed, and in that moment of clarity, he found a wellspring of inner strength he had never tapped into before.
A pitch-black katana appeared in his hand, along with a black cloak on his shoulders, with tattered edges and red lining. The weapon felt both foreign and familiar, an extension of his very soul.
He gripped the katana tightly, feeling its power surge through him, erasing his previous aches, pains, and tiredness. His body, which had been on the brink of collapse, now stood tall and resolute.
"Ban-kai, Tensa Zangetsu." The man declared coldly as power filled his being.
And in a blink, he disappeared, reappearing in front of Superman. Although Superman had seen the man rush at speeds he had not demonstrated before, he did not attempt to dodge, not believing that the man could injure him even with this new transformation.
Which is why the deep gash across his chest after the man's strike was so surprising. Shock quickly gave way to pain. The strike was not shallow; in fact, had it been any deeper, he might have died then and there.
While Superman would have been immune to a conventional sword strike, Tensa Zangetsu was not a simple katana. It was a weapon of a Shinigami, a god of death. The blade cut through him with ease, its spiritual power bypassing his otherwise invulnerable flesh.
Superman staggered back, clutching his chest, eyes wide in disbelief. The man turned his gaze to Wonder Woman, who had already drawn her sword, her eyes blazing with determination.
She lunged at him, her blade singing through the air. He parried with Tensa Zangetsu, the clash of their weapons sending sparks flying. The two warriors danced in a deadly ballet, each strike and counterstrike more furious than the last. Wonder Woman's strength and skill were formidable, but the man's newfound speed and power kept him a step ahead.
Batman, observing the battle, moved in from the shadows. He threw a barrage of batarangs, each one aiming for a vital point. The man twisted and turned, evading most but not all. A few struck true, embedding themselves into his flesh. Yet he fought on, undeterred.
With a swift motion, he knocked Wonder Woman's sword aside and delivered a powerful kick to her midsection, sending her crashing into a nearby building. She recovered quickly, but the momentary reprieve allowed him to turn his attention to Batman.
The Dark Knight approached with caution, using every gadget and technique at his disposal. Smoke bombs, electrical charges, and martial arts – he unleashed everything in his arsenal. The man countered each move with brutal efficiency, his katana a blur of black and red.
One by one, other members of the Justice League joined the fray. The Flash darted in, landing rapid punches that the man struggled to block. Green Lantern used his ring to create constructs, trapping and attacking from a distance. Aquaman wielded his trident with precision, and Cyborg's sonic cannon blasted with unrelenting force.
Despite the overwhelming odds, the man fought with a ferocity that defied belief. He cut through Green Lantern's constructs, outpaced the Flash's attacks, and parried Aquaman's trident. For every strike he landed, a dozen more were thrown at him. Yet he stood his ground, a whirlwind of death and defiance.
But the numbers and versatility of their powers began to take their toll. Each hit he absorbed slowed him down. Bloodied and battered, his movements grew sluggish. Wonder Woman's lasso of truth wrapped around his arm, immobilizing him. Batman landed a crushing blow to his side, and Superman, having recovered somewhat, delivered a devastating punch that sent him sprawling.
He struggled to rise, his body broken, yet his spirit unyielding. With a final, defiant roar, he swung Tensa Zangetsu one last time, severing the lasso and freeing himself. He stood on shaky legs, facing the assembled heroes, a shadow of his former self but unbowed.
In that moment, he was not a villain, not a hero, but a legend. His eyes met Superman's, and there was a mutual respect, a recognition of his unyielding will.
As the light faded from his eyes and his body finally gave out, he died on his feet, a warrior to the end. The Justice League stood in solemn silence, witnessing the passing of a man who had defied them all and etched his name into the annals of history.
Despite the overwhelming odds, the man fought with a ferocity that defied belief. He cut through Green Lantern's constructs, outpaced the Flash's attacks, and parried Aquaman's trident. For every strike he landed, a dozen more were thrown at him. Yet he stood his ground, a whirlwind of death and defiance.
Cyborg's sonic cannon blasted at him with unrelenting force. The man swung Tensa Zangetsu, slicing through the energy wave, though the effort caused him to stagger. He turned just in time to block a punch from the Flash, the impact sending shockwaves through his body. He retaliated with a swift kick, catching the speedster off guard and sending him tumbling across the battlefield.
Aquaman lunged with his trident, aiming for a lethal strike. The man sidestepped, grabbing the shaft of the trident and using it to leverage Aquaman off balance. With a spin, he disarmed him and sent the trident flying. Aquaman, undeterred, swung a powerful punch, but the man met it with a devastating elbow strike to the jaw, dropping the Atlantean king to his knees.
Green Lantern formed a massive, glowing fist with his ring and hurled it at the man. He raised Tensa Zangetsu, the blade shimmering with dark energy, and cleaved through the construct, the force of the impact sending him skidding back. Batman seized the opportunity, launching a grappling hook that ensnared the man's ankle and yanked him off his feet.
Wonder Woman charged, her sword raised high. The man cut the grappling hook with a swift slash, rolling to his feet just in time to block her downward strike. The impact sent tremors through his arms, but he pushed back, their blades locked in a test of strength. He saw the determination in her eyes, the unyielding will of an Amazon warrior.
He twisted his blade, breaking the lock, and delivered a flurry of strikes that pushed Wonder Woman back. She parried and countered with equal ferocity, the sound of their clashing blades echoing like thunder. In a swift, fluid motion, he disarmed her, the force of his strike sending her sword spinning through the air.
Before he could capitalize, Green Lantern's constructs enveloped him, chains of green energy binding his limbs. He strained against them, his spiritual power flaring, but the constructs held firm. Cyborg's sonic cannon fired again, the concussive force blasting into him and driving him to his knees.
Batman moved in with surgical precision, landing a series of calculated strikes to vital points. The man grunted in pain, each blow weakening his defenses. Wonder Woman retrieved her sword and joined the assault, her strikes unrelenting.
Superman, clutching his wounded chest, rejoined the fight. His eyes burned with a mix of pain and respect. He unleashed a barrage of punches, each one like a hammer blow, further driving the man down. Yet he continued to fight back, refusing to surrender.
Green Lantern tightened the energy chains, Cyborg's cannon fired relentlessly, and the combined might of the Justice League pressed in on him from all sides. The man, battered and bloodied, stood defiant, his spirit unbroken. His movements slowed, each breath a struggle, but his eyes burned with an unyielding fire.
With a final, desperate surge of strength, he broke free of the chains, the burst of spiritual energy sending shockwaves through the air. He swung Tensa Zangetsu in a wide arc, forcing the League members to step back. But his body could no longer keep up with his will. He stood on shaky legs almost falling over, yet he grit his teeth and did not allow himself to fall, Tensa Zangetsu slipping from his grasp.
He looked up at his adversaries, who had now encircled him. Superman stepped forward, his expression one of solemn respect. The man managed a weak smile, his vision fading. He had fought against the greatest heroes and had made them remember his name.
As the light dimmed from his eyes, he died on his feet, a warrior to the end. The Justice League stood in solemn silence, witnessing the passing of a man who had defied them all and etched his name into the annals of history. He had not become a villain or a hero, but something far greater—a legend.
So ye, just a little fun thing I thought to write hope you enjoyed it.
