The Finale of the Displaced Tournament of Power: Part One.

8:41:44

If you thought the arena was in shambles before, it’s bits and pieces now. Like before, the debris is floating around in the tournament. The islands are few, some large pieces still up here and there, but the mainland around the pillar of time was still solid and still standing. The second Dynastone explosion left particles of energy (and magic from the Dragon King) littered around the area where the Dynastone Core blew up. Some of the particles floated over to the stands where it lit things up like tiny little stars. And speaking of stands…

Jackson landed on his back and was holding his still broken right arm while groaning in pain. “Fuck….that's was the most painful and dangerous fight I ever been in….. Fuck you, Ichigo,” he muttered while slowly sitting up.

Jackson looked over and saw his Twilight, Pinkie, and Rainbow were looking down at him with worry and shock before all at once shouted. “JACKSON!!!” All three of them surrounded him and started healing his wounds while Pinkie Pie was asking a million questions.

Gar appeared in the stands at the exact same time as Jackson, steam and smoke wafting from his boiling form with a slight pork smell, “Christ! EVERYTHING HURTS AND STINGS!” He yelled out. “DAMN YOU TO HELL QUILL AND WHO EVER THE FUCK IT WAS THAT GAVE HIM THAT CORE, EVEN IF IT WAS TO TAKE OUT MY ASSHOLE OF AN ADOPTED BROTHER!”

“Lord Gar!” The angel twins called out as they swiftly rushed over and started to heal their Masters' more serious injuries.

“He’ll need some food to replenish his spent energy just to move,” Yuki noted with a serious tone. “Will a monster like Ichigo even be considered a displaced person with his king power?”

”Don’t know sis,” Adreana huffed. “But if you recall, that power is nothing when facing the other guy,” she said as she looked out of the corner of her eye to Edward.

”Ichigo certainly is something to behold,” Ichigo’s Luna thought, “I’ve never seen him use anything like the powers he’s shown off here, not even in his spars with Asta that I was present for in Waillen.”

“That goes double for us Aunt Luna,” Ichigo’s Spike said while Rainbow Dash nodded. “After witnessing things play out here one would think there would be two factions in our city, one following Ichigo and the other following Asta.”

”If it wasn’t for the boss nearly single-handedly storming the castle and city to free the slaves then it could’ve played out that way,” Dash added.

Bullet raised a brow, and looked around, surfing the stands. “Where’s Acnori?” He inquired, Zabuza sipped tea through his mask and let out a calm sigh.

“He’ll be here in three, two, one, and…”

There was a loud thump as Quill hit the floor. But there was no groan of pain, no shocked or witty retort from the Dragon King. It was just silence as his body hit the ground, face to the floor as his hair covered his back. Several particles of magic and energy fell onto Quill’s hair, revealing the streaks of faded hot pink color that had stained his hair, a consequence of eating a dynastone most likely.

Running over to Quill, Zeref began to berate the seemingly unconscious Dragon Slayer. “What the fuck were you thinking!? Eating a dynastone!? Of all the hair-brain, bullshit ideas-” He suddenly stopped as he looked at Quill closer, his skin going pale and his eyes going wide.

Zirconis wheeled himself over by using a Jade Chain, confused. “Zeref? What’s up with Quill? Why’re you so…” He trailed off as he got a closer look at Quill, his scales paling and his own eyes widened, gaining an emotion of shock and disbelief.

A response that was well warranted as Quill, or rather his body, wasn’t breathing, nor did it have a pulse. In fact, half of his face was missing, leaving a bloody patch that was only just covered by a bit of the Dragon Slayer’s hair. The rest of his body didn’t fare much better as much of the skin on his right arm was torn off, leaving a mess of muscle and bone. Then, Zeref gently turned Quill’s body over, Zirconis had to look away to avoid barfing at the sight of the medium sized hole in Quill’s chest where his heart should be. The Black Wizard gently set the body back onto its stomach as he took a deep breath and looked up into the sky of the void.

“Hey… Ganondorf? Do you have a large cloth I can use?” He shakily asked, his eyes basically fighting between spiral red with rage, and remaining black with horror and stunted grief.

Ganondorf looked at his cape and sighed, taking it off before handing it over to the Black Mage, “Here you go, brother.”

Gently taking the cape, Zeref gently placed it over Quill’s body, before wrapping the deceased Dragon Slayer in it. Picking the covered body up, Zeref stood up and glanced at King Katakuri.

“Is there somewhere I can place him for now? Until the end of the tournament, at least.” He asked, biting the inside of his cheek to try and keep down the tears.

Katakuri gave them a side-eyed glance, “There’s a place you can,” he looked at Ganondorf, “You know where.”

The Demon King nodded and opened a portal, “He’ll be safe in this little pocket dimension. It’s a small house with nothing outside.”

Letting out a breath, Zeref managed a small smile of gratitude. “Thank you.” The Black Wizard walked over and gently placed the body down, before mumbling something as he walked back through the portal.

He gave Ganondorf a small nod, and opened his mouth to say something but the words died in his throat as he looked down at the floor, walking back to his seat. Sitting down, Zeref let out a sigh as Zirconis offered a look of shared grief. But the Dragon steeled himself, his face returning to neutral as he turned to look at the arena.

“So… there’s one dragon of Fiore left… why’d it have to be me?” The Jade Dragon asked no one quietly, a pang of hurt shooting through his chest.

He wasn’t sure whether that was loss or from the injury Fujitora gave him, it could’ve been both. Unbeknownst to Zirconis, the brick that the Goddess, Ankhseram had thrown at him earlier began quietly glowing as the small particles of magic landed on it.

As reactions to Quill’s body went around, Bullet didn’t really seem to be bothered by it – actually, he was bothered by something else entirely. And so was Kyle.

Kyle stood to his feet and jumped onto one of the seats of the stands to look around everyone, “Where’s Ichigo?” he rapidly looked around with worry clear in his eyes.

“He can’t still be in, right?” Necrozma said, floating up high and scanning the stands. He started flying back and forth, looking for him.

“Sit down, Necrozma. You too, Kyle. You won’t find him here,” Both the Psychic Pokemon and the Sand Eliatrope turned to face Fujitora, who sat down. His hands folded over his sheathe with a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead.

“Wha–what do you mean?” Kyle asked, stuttering his sentence out, “That explosion had to have taken out everyone. He was hit directly! I mean,” he chuckled humorlessly and gestured to Gar and Jackson, “Look at them, they weren’t hit directly by and they’ve been knocked out. So that has to mean, HAS to mean that Ichigo is knocked out too, right?”

There was a pregnant pause that filled the air of the Commanders, each and every one of them was silent as mice. Kyle glanced around them, seeing Zabuza’s grip on his tea-cup tighten slightly. Spotting Lord Twigo folding his arms and staring at the floor. Even Herobrine’s eyes were tossed to the side.

“...Right?”

“Not right,” Herobrine grunted before looking out into the now truly shattered arena, “...Ichigo Kurosaki is still out there. He’s still in.”

Noel firmly gripped the corner of the stand’s seat as he gritted his teeth. “So much for high hopes..”

Kyle sat down in his seat, shock on his face. He stared out into the arena, “There’s no way…” He turned over to his King, looking at him while he’s in his own booth with Elia and Ed. “Katakuri! Is Ichigo unconscious?!”

From his throne, the King had his left ankle resting on his right knee, he rested his fist on his chin and looked out into the arena. “Ichigo Kurosaki is still conscious.” He said with a neutral tone.

Flop.

The Eliatrope was lying down, hands on his head, “Oh, it is so over…”

“Silence, Kyle,” The Eliatrope looked over at Lord Twigo who now stood with a puffed out chest, emanating confidence. “It’s not over yet.”

Kyle sat back up, “But–”

“It’s not over yet.” The Holy Knight said firmly, he crossed his arms out there, “Arkham can still win. No, not can, WILL. He will STILL win!” He declared boldly.

“How? Ichigo is still out there and Dillan too. Ichigo has shown that even when he’s wounded, even after he beat OUR strongest, that he can still fight. And Dillan beat the fuck out of Berserker,” Kyle gestured to Berserker who was still recovering from his injuries.

“Fucking Toonforce bullshit cunt-urk!” Berserker hissed in pain before he was rushed off to an infirmary with most of his team. Sellox, Dyrux and Cerlis stayed behind to watch this match’s conclusion.

“That doesn’t matter!” Lord Twigo cried out with righteous spirit, “How are we to expect Arkham to win if we all don’t have FAITH in him?” He looked out to his fellow Commanders, to Necrozma, Herobrine, Ganondorf, Fujitora, and even Bullet.

“He’s right,” Zabuza stood to his feet and walked over to the edge of the stands, looking out to the arena, “Arkham will win this. He’s finally fighting for something more than approval, more than himself, and more than under orders. He’s fighting for a friend,” he turned to look at Noel.

“..Hmm, he’s been resourceful so far, maybe he stands a chance.” Noel said with a confident nod as he crossed his arms.

“He’s fighting for US!” Ganondorf stood to his feet and walked over to the edge, joining Lord Twigo and Zabuza.

“HE’S FIGHTING FOR THE COMMANDERS!” All of the Commanders were now on their feet, standing at the edge of the stands, looking out to the arena. Kyle slammed his fist into an empty palm.

“YOU CAN DO THIS, ARKHAAAM!” He cried out.

“KICK THEIR ASSES!” Herobrine added.

Necrozma grew to his true form, a massive being of light that towered over the stands. He flew up high and yelled, “DON’T FORGET YOUR PROMISE!”

Ed carefully listened and just smirked before speaking to his both mates, “Yes it could have gone any number of other ways, most with Ichigo’s defeats. Had he just kept fighting to fight others than he would’ve been out after his fight with Akainu, but during that fight he changed his drive to not fight solely to fight but to fight out of respect he had you as fellow competitors and true warriors.”

Zeref listened to Twigo's speech while looking at the arena, his chin resting in his hands. His eyes were a strong, piercing black as the red spiral faded. "Win this, Arkham. Quill put his faith in you." He spoke softly. "And I'm putting my faith in you too."

As the Commanders cheered their last fighter on, from the VIP booth where Katakuri sat upon his throne with Elia and Ed, the Queen of Eliatopia smiled.

“That’s the spirit,” She said softly, looking out to the arena.

“Go get ‘em, Mike.”

8:42:58

The Knight shot around like a blur, using Kamisori to do so. Making impacts on the air as he traversed the arena, setting up traps. He puts smoke bombs, flashbangs, bombs, Ki mines, and things of the like everywhere that would be convenient. Not only that, he used the “Greenbull” aspect of his Anti-Admiral functions of his base suit to create vines connecting to rocks in case he needed to swing to somewhere. But that wasn’t the only thing he did.

He sat down on one of the islands that had a cave in it (courtesy of Herobrine all those hours ago). He was in the cave and set out his items. Two reject dials, a tone dial, the legendary Shisui, an arsenal of guns, a plasma pole arm, and what was left of the Gallant Knight armor. He furrowed his brow under his mask and looked around his assortment of items, “I can work with this,” he noted.

First, he took the gauntlets of the Gallant Knight armor and fashioned a reject dial into each of his gauntlets before putting them on top of his gauntlets. Next were the boots, in which he did the same, wearing two gauntlets and two boots. He furrowed his brow and glanced at the tone dial, humming before picking it up, “I can do something with this.”

And thus began the setting of more traps, which he placed everywhere around the arena, under the islands, around the debris, near the pillar of time. It was ready, everything was ready for the final battle. When he was done, the Knight returned to his cave and stood at the edge of it, in the darkness, looking out to the arena with narrowed eyes, he raised the spike Quill gave him and opened his mask a little to slide the spike into his mouth subtly. He pulled it back down and started crunching before swallowing the contents of the spike down his throat. His Observation Haki on high alert and his Future Sight even more so.

He was ready.

8:44:35

(Post-Arkham Preparation.)

Within the stands Dillan's family watched as he walked to a secluded section of the arena, each one smiling softly as they watched him pull out another sword out of a capsule. “Looks like Dillan's finally going to use his full power and abilities.” Rainbow Dash said with a grin, sitting back with her son on her lap.

“Go Papa!” The foal in her lap yelled along with three other foals.

“Do you think he'll win? The ones rooting for that Arkham man seem pretty confident he will win. And with Dillan's shoulder and other injuries do you think he'll be ok?” Pinkie Pie asked, a frown on her face.

“He'll be alright, we all know he doesn't know how to give up.” Celestia said with a gentle smile, watching the arena again. “And he won't lose, he's not simply fighting for us. He is fighting for his deceased family, and finally. Himself for once.”

“You can do this Papa!” A young filly with a purple mane and tail yelled. “Show them the fruits of all your training!”

Dillan smiled a little as he glanced up at the stands and then back to the arena as his blue ring glowed faintly, slowly holding up his blade before swiping it in a wide vertical arc. In a flash the entire landscape around him burst open like a can of gravy, flattening and smoothing out to a wide arena. “Ultimatrix, alter evolutionary path. Code. Mastered.” He spoke softly before his watch began to beep and glow.

“Evolutionary path changed to Mastered.” His watch beeped, as he smiled a little wider with his blade on his shoulder.

“Guess it's time I try that power. Even if I'm not very used to it yet, even if I lose I'll be happy. Never thought I'd be in the final three, so whatever happens… I still got what I came here for.” He said, before smirking off to the side. “Can you say the same? Ichigo, Arkham?” He spoke to himself, his energy sparking gently around himself and his left arm.

8:43:08

(During Arkham’s Preparation.)

Inside the explosion Ichigo wore a wide grin, “That bastard nuked me! AHAHAHAHAHA!” He held up his hand, “But with you using yourself as the bomb you left me a nice little gift,” the remain explosions elements swirled into Ichigo’s palm and started to form a sword, “Your very spiritual essence is all in this explosion Quill,“ he held up his opposite hand and gathered more of the explosion into a ball.

Soon the entire explosion had either been turned into a sword or into the sphere above the shinigami’s hand. He smirked as he compressed into a smaller sphere and he lifted it to his mouth and swallowed it.

”It was a next tactic Quill,” he raised the sword to look at his reflect as he sclera morphed to a slit while he retained his sharingan, “Normally I wouldn’t use hollow powers like this but with you built officially gone i need some way to get my hands on dragon slayer magic, so eating what parts of you is the next best thing,” he snickered, “Not to mention dynastone amped dragon slayer magic at that. Had enough to make a nuclear blade.”

He looked towards the direction of the other fighters and started to walk towards them, leaving molten footprints in his wake from the sheer heat his body was still exuding from his king of hell form.

“My promise has been kept Admiral, now I fight to win,” Ichigo’s face hardened as he recalled his promise to Akainu.

Edward watched with baited breath from the stands, “Truly an expected outcome you given us Ichigo, and most entertaining indeed…”

8:45:39

(Present time.)

Dillan's eyes shifted to the right, watching as a familiar figure walked closer to him. A drop of sweat formed on his forehead as a wave of heat washed over him, along with the knowledge of what his opponent could do. “Damn, never in a trillion years did I think I'd ever end up fighting with Ichigo Kurosaki of all fricken people.” He said as the figure grew closer.

Ichigo zeroed in on his opponent with his Sharingan from a good way out, “So its the Ben Ten guy. Liked the originals so gotta give him points there,” he said as he took a stance and reeled his sword behind him with both hands, “Flame Breathing, Heat Wave!” He whispered as he led with a horizontal swing and sent a burst of heat at the alien user. “That should also hit the other one at some point.” He looked at his new sword, “Nuclear powered fire is the best.”

As the wave of heat rushed forward to the shapeshifter, a beam of blue light erupted from in front of it with the black silhouette of what appeared to be a humanoid with two large bat-like wings. In an instant his opponent appeared in front of him, seemingly unbothered by the heat as he swung the silver blade in his hand at Ichigo. “That won't work, thanks to my knowledge of the Ultimatrix and Omnitrix before getting displaced. I was able to help Azimuth upgrade my watch. I can alter my own ultimate form by changing the nature of the simulation for the evolution function.” Dillan said with a slight grin. “After all, depending on the nature of war. The need for different abilities arises. Right now I'm about to use the powers of all my transformations in human form. Just like the original Ultimatrix Ben!”

“Interesting,” Ichigo snicker as the heat started to get to Dillain’s wings as they started to smolder. “My techniques aren’t just more show. You weren't hit with ordinary heat, kid but the heat from the fires of hell. It will burn away anything, spiritual, magical, physical. The fires of the damned burn anything to ash!” He laughed as he nailed the shifter right in the gut with a left hook and sent him sailing, Dillain feeling a surge of power transferred from the shinigami’s fist upon impact, something akin to an electrical current that paralyzed him.

Ichigo didn’t let up and held up two fingers and formed a black reishi ball before firing it as a cero on the alien user. “I’m not making the same mistake again. I’m here now not to just fight but to win! I will win this for my people!”

Dillan's eyes snapped open as he smirked a little, another flash of blue light appearing behind him with the black silhouette of a tall humanoid with massive long clawed hands. “Ripper!” He shouted before suddenly firing a cero out of his mouth to collide with Ichigo's own cero, shocking the Soul Reaper for a moment as Dillan's now spiritual pressure rose drastically.

With a burst of speed Dillan rushed at Ichigo, his hands becoming bathed in black energy as two long claws formed. With a smirk on Dillan's face, the claws shifted from pure black to black and white as he collided with Ichigo's blade and forced his opponent back a great distance.

Ichigo looked at Dillian with narrowed vision, “An imitation hollow form,” he reeled his sword back and ent a slash of reishi that Dillian, with the shifter dodge only to run right into Ichigo’s claw as he left the alien user into the air by the face, “hollow yes but also an imitation. You’re an idiot to keep that in your watch. The amount of life force on primes would give raise to a very very dangerous beast boy,” he squeezed and the mask started to crack, “You know so little about hollow weaknesses. Once either the hole in the chest is cut across or the mask it smashed they're done,” he raised his sword and cut Dillain clear across the hole, splattering blood across the Adreana floor, “And for good measure,” his hand glowed purple, “Galick Gun!” He shouted and blasted Dillian right in the face, greatly damaging the mask as he hit the ground. “I told you I’m in this to win now. I’m not against using my knowledge to my advantage.”

Up in the stand eyes widened in horror at what was just done.

”He’s never done something like this before,” Ichigo Luna’s siad with hands over her mouth.

Edward narrowed his vision, “It looks like he was serious about that winning comment he made. But will you let that miasma from hell drive your choices…”

Dillan smirked back at Ichigo after getting up, as the mask cracked and broke revealing his natural human state. “That's why this scan is in a separate storage area!” He shouted before a black ball of energy formed in his mouth. “Shadow ball!” He shouted, launching it at Ichigo point blank after vanishing and reappearing behind the Soul Reaper. “Since Soul Reapers are spirits, ghost type Pokemon attacks should be super effective!”

“I’m not a ghost idiot,” Ichigo pointed his fingers right at the shadow ball and fired of a black cero swallowing the move. “I was displaced into the Seireitei making me a full fledge shinigami. We’re souls not ghosts,” he coated his hand in Armament and Conqueror’s Haki as he shaped it into a three toed shape, “Divergent Dragon’s Claw!” He roared as he dug his attack into Dillain’s gut, the physical hit knocked the wind out of him while cracking a couple ribs and then the Haki hit sending him flying next to the other guy.

“Hmmm…” Ichigo looked at his hand, “Closer,” he looked at the new fighter, “Done with your prep work? I take it was you who gave Quill that core.”

Immediately, Arkham appeared in front of Ichigo, “JUGON!” He slammed a fist full of Armament Haki mixed with the ice from the Admiral capabilities of his suit right into the Soul Reaper’s nose. Whipping his head back, he followed up the attack with an uppercut directly into his jaw. “MADARA!” He sent a volley of blows directly into his gut at lightning fast speeds, “5,000 brick fist!” Water surrounded his left fist before solidifying into ice. He blasted Ichigo back with a left straight and sent him stumbling. Using Soru he dashed back and kept his eyes on Ichigo.

Dillan looked up at the two with a blink as his watch appeared back on his wrist, a blue light coming from his ring and wrapping around his midsection. “Guess I'll watch for now.”

“Kaio-Ken,” Ichigo said as a red aura covered his body. He motioned his arm with a causing lighting to crackle before he infused it into his sword, “Atomic Dragon Slash!” He cried as he sent the attack right at Dillan before, “Atomic Dragon Fist!” He said as he blurred out and then right in front of Arkham and landed a hard right sending the fighter sling through the air.

As Arkham was launched across the sky, one of the vines he set up appeared and he flipped mid air. He grabbed onto the vine with both hands and started to use the momentum from the punch to swing around it. He swung faster and faster, spinning around before he launched off the vine and shot towards Ichigo at lightspeed. “HELL’S GALLANT KICK!” His feet were coated in the Gallant Knight’s magic as he shot like a rocket, he spun with it, twirling like a torpedo before he landed a drop kick right onto Ichigo’s sternum. Using his Admiral functions, he fired two beams of light from his feet and launched him back through one of the floating katchin debris. He flipped across the air and landed next to Dillan.

“Alright, Watch Guy, you’re gonna have to get your head in gear,” Arkham said, crouching low, his eyes on where he launched Ichigo. “This guy is no joke, and if you want any chance of winning this you’re going to have to swallow whatever pride you have and jump him. If we don’t work together on this, you will lose, I will lose, and he will win. After we beat him, we can do whatever together. Just have to get this asshole out of the way, got that?” Arkham said with narrowed eyes, his Future Sight Observation Haki kicking in to help in whatever way it can.

“Beat me,” Ichigo said, more than a bit miffed. “If you want to beat me,” the heat around Ichigo greatly rose, “Then you’re going have to come after my life!” He roared. “Quill had the right idea, and like I said to him, I’m fine with burning off a couple years of life force!” He clapped his hand together and his Susanoo formed around him.

Arkham paused for a moment, “Quill…?” He frowned and used Ki sense. Looking around, using Ki sense to try and detect Quill’s life force. But strangely, he could feel a brief part of Quill coming from the sword of Ichigo. “...What the heck…?” He started to ponder before realization hit him as he saw what the Soul Reaper had been wielding. Dynastone energy converted into a sword. The Dynastone Core that he had gifted to Quill is still roaring inside that sword even now. His eyes widened underneath his mask and let out a soft gasp. He dropped his stance, completely shocked.

“That’s… Th–that’s…” Arkham looked down at the floor, “That’s… Quill’s…” Quill’s last words echoed through his mind once again, as he’s completely frozen.

“I hope you win this thing. Make sure to keep your promise to Noel. And maybe try giving that new magic a go, yeah?”

He clenched his fists, quivering, shaking with rage. “You… You…!” The ground beneath him started to shake, and he slowly glared up at Ichigo. “First you beat Akainu…”

“Nah, I’d win. I promise.”

“...Then you disrespect Quill’s last hurrah…!”

He could see a vision of Quill holding the Dynastone Core in his hand.

“...And now you’re walking around…!” Arkham’s right fist started to spark and crackle with energy, “...Holding it, wielding it… IN YOUR HANDS?!” The Knight snarled, shaking with a primal rage. “YOU’RE DONE FOOOORRRR!” He roared and leaped into the air and landed in front of Ichigo, crouched down low on the ground. His left hand placed firmly on the katchin beneath him, in his right, magic started to spark from it. He glared up at Ichigo with fiery eyes and unknowingly unleashed Conqueror’s Haki on him, making the Soul Reaper’s hair blow back. He growled and clenched his right fist tighter than he’s ever, staring into the eyes of the Shinigami. A man who’s defeated their strongest, a man who’s defeated the person who gave him a second chance, and a man he has to beat, not just for his pride but because of his promise. A cybernetic eye glowed bright red under his helmet, almost shining through it. His right fist started to glow navy blue before he leaped up and struck at Ichigo’s chin with a roar.

A huge flash of light blinded everyone around them, and even blocked the people in the stands view of Arkham. But they could hear the effects of the attack taking place. Thankfully for the audience, the light started to clear a little bit, allowing them to see a silhouette uppercutting another and remaining in that position.

Bullet’s eyes widened from the stands and he leaned closer, “No way…” He muttered, almost falling off the stands from how close he was leaning.

In his stationary place, still bandaged all to hell, Zirconis couldn’t help but laugh, despite how much pain it caused him. “Really, Quill?! This was your plan?! You crazy sonuvabitch, this might be the best thing you’ve ever done!”

Bolting up from his seat, Zeref knocked over his chair as he ran to the edge of the stands and leaned closer, feeling the intensity of such familiar magic. “That’s…” His eyes widened as a smile broke out across his face. “So this is what it’s like, Natsu…”

Zeref’s eyes were locked on the fight, on the attacks, but most of all, they were locked onto Arkham. “This is what the flame of emotion is, isn’t it, little brother?” He mumbled, his hope and faith in Arkham being stronger than ever.

The silhouette is revealed to be the Arkham Knight, his fist having slammed into the jaw of Ichigo, filled to the brim with Time Dragon Slayer’s Magic. Performing an almost text-book example of the Time Dragon’s Iron Fist. The impact of Arkham’s fist was several despite having thrown one punch onto Ichigo’s chin. It felt like two– no five– no twelve punches of the same magnitude landing onto the Soul Reaper’s jaw.

With a cry of power, he made a final push and launched Ichigo into the sky. Arkham was a few feet in the air, his fist still glowing a navy blue. And soon after he launched Ichigo up, he came crashing down right in front of him. The Knight went down too, and landed on his feet and crouched. He rose up, and stood tall looking down at Ichigo after landing the uppercut of the century.

The Shinigami rose to his feet, “I’m not disrespecting anyone you bastard. I wield this blade with great pride. I forged this weapon into the form it wanted,” Ichigo held out the blade, “At least half of the power wanted to keep fighting, the other half wanted me to have it.”

Arkham pointed a finger at Ichigo, “BULLSHIT!” He narrowed his eyes, “You’re using another man’s life as power, you’re using his soul. However, I…” He clenched his fists before roaring, Time Dragon Slayer Magic bursting from him, “...AM USING HIS WILL!”

“Quill is dead, fool,” Ichigo said, “His spirit power is what was used, not his soul. I’m using the sword to keep fighting.”

“I don’t want to hear another word from the likes of you,” The Knight grabbed the air, his hand coursing with Time Dragon Slayer Magic. He pulled on it roughly and the Soul Reaper was yanked over to him, “TIME DRAGON SLAYER’S REWIND WING!” As he came in, Arkham performed a slashing attack with his arm. And just like the ‘Iron Fist’, Ichigo felt the impact twelve times over and was flung backwards.

Dillan looked at the fight and hummed a little in thought, glancing at the blade that Ichigo wielded that was once Quill. A small rainbow aura formed around him as he thought to himself. “These two should not have given me some time to prepare. Soul link!” He shouted in his mind while staring at the blade, searching deeper than the bowels of the weapon as his mind searched and spoke out to the blade’s soul itself. “Quill, are you still here?”

The distant sound of startled noises and various objects falling over resonated from the soul of the sword. However, oddly enough, the voice that replied didn't sound exactly like Quill.

“Oh shit, what the hell? Hello?” The voice spoke, very confused.

“Hello, I take it you are not Quill. My name is Dillan. I am one of the final contestants in the tournament of power. I'm speaking to you thanks to a special ability I developed.” Dillan said in his mind to the soul of the blade.

“Well, damn that's pretty neat. It's nice to meet you, Dillan. And yeah, you're right. I'm not Quill, but I am technically linked to his soul.” The voice chuckled. “Name's Ruiner. And if you're lookin’ for Quill, I haven’t a clue really. He's a weird dude but his heart is in the right place.” Ruiner hummed, his voice clearly indicating that he was lying. He did in fact know where Quill’s soul was, he just didn't want to say.

“Well, I was wondering if you knew what was going on right now. And who is using you?” Dillan asked, watching as the fight continued.

“Uh, vaguely. It's kinda been a scramble since the fight with Bullet. And Quill’s “bright idea” didn’t really help much.” Ruiner hummed.

“You're currently being wielded by Ichigo Kurosaki, he says Quill is dead.” Dillan informed the blade.

“I mean, he's not wrong. Quill is indeed dead. His soul is just a little… preoccupied, right now.” Ruiner trailed off as if turning to look at something. “Also, I don’t know how to stop being wielded by this Kurosaki dude. I mean, I can try making the impacts a little duller, but this guy is way beyond me in strength.”

“Well, what abilities do you have? I should be able to get you away from him, and I could use a little help.” Dillan explained, before glancing back at the blade as his two opponents continued clashing.

Ruiner laughed a little before he sighed. “Here's the thing ‘bout that. I'm a Ruiner Nergigante, a mostly physical fighter. I can also grow metallic and bone-like spikes but Quill’s body kinda has that. Hence his left arm.” The soul explained. “The most I could provide is probably a physical boost in your abilities. But not much else.”

Dillan's eyes widened slightly before glancing up at the fight again with a smirk. “That should be just fine, if you wouldn't mind helping me out. I have something else I can use to help.”

“Sure, why not? I have nothing else to do right now.” Ruiner chuckled with what Dillan could almost tell was a toothy smile.

Dillan smirked a little as he touched his Ultimatrix, a silhouette of a chimera made up of multiple alien parts appearing over his head. “Thank you, and if I win. I promise I'll restore Quill and grant the wishes of all the combatants.”

Ruiner was silent at this, but Dillan could tell that the soul was happy to hear this. A small chuckle emanated from the sword as Ruiner’s voice spoke one last time. “Well, best of luck to ya, buddy. I'm sure the others will be happy to hear that.”

Dillan smiled a little as he teleported a little bit away from the fight, snapping his fingers as the blade appeared in his hand as well. “Alright then. Time to see if my idea will work.”

Ichigo and Arkham broke away from their clash, Arkham sliding back, using a hand to stop him from being blown back further. His eyes trained on Ichigo as even if he took his eyes off him for a second, it would be dangerous to him. However, he still couldn’t ignore what he was sensing; an increased power from Dillan.

“Well,” Arkham didn’t bother to face the Omnitrix user, his eyes trained on the Soul Reaper, “What do you think of taking me on that offer? He’s a pretty strong guy, stronger than me, stronger than you. But not stronger than us.”

Dillan grinned a little as he summoned his Talismans of Bazel again, the orange one glowing brightly as his energy doubled once again. “Sure why not? Ready for some fun? Ruiner!” He shouted as his energy spiked even farther than before.

Arkham grinned under his mask, “Good, because with you helping me, we can enact my plan. The plan is simple,” He said directly in front of Ichigo, “...I want you to hit him really, really, really hard.”

Dillan smirked a little as he appeared behind Ichigo. “Okay, Goku Abridged.”

9:03:52

Meanwhile, in the stands…

“Oh wow! Dillan's energy has gone up quite a lot.” Rook said in surprise, watching his captain from the stands. “But what is this ‘Ruiner’?”

Zeref blinked and both he and Zirconis looked over at Rook. “Wait a damn minute. Did you just say “Ruiner”?” Zirconis asked. “That's one of the souls that inhabits Quill’s body. Heck, Quill’s left arm is technically Ruiner’s.” The Jade Dragon chuckled, wincing a little but not as much as before.

Kyle jumped upon hearing this (and hearing Dillan agreeing to jump Ichigo) and clapped his hands, “OH SHIT! WE ARE BACK!”

Herobrine leaned forwards, his hands on the rails, “SO BACK!”

Rook looked over at Zeref and Zirconis, a confused look on his face. “But Dillan has just said he and Ruiner were going to have some fun, just when he got that blade.”

“Indeed. And Dillan's power has multiplied a few times over.” Dillan's Celestia said, watching the arena. “And I do believe he can double it once again, maybe even a few times.”

Zeref chuckled a little as he looked back at the fighting. “Well, we don't know Ruiner all that much so, we're a little in the dark too. But it would seem that he might be backing your friend with his own strength.” Zeref hummed, analyzing the fight.

“I bet I know what happened.” Dillan's Rainbow said with a grin, rubbing her son's head. “Dillan and all of us are soulmates, we're bound by our souls. And he does everything in his power to keep us all safe ever since he lost his biological human family and unborn child, he's developed techniques and abilities beyond anything else I've seen so far. Including being able to connect and speak to souls and spirits. Even those inside of objects.”

Zeref smiled a little as he looked over at Rainbow Dash. “That is… he's a dedicated man, that's for damn sure.” He nodded before mumbling. “And I'll definitely need to ask him about those soul connecting techniques.”

Dillan's Luna smiled a little as she looked at the other contestants and bystanders in the stand. “Our stallion is more than dedicated, at points it seems obsessive. He even gives himself nightmares to force the pain back to boost his own motivation, even though we all tell him he should not. It was not his fault.”

“He still blames himself though.” Dillan's Scootaloo said, her hooves on the hand/hoof rail. “Since he was supposed to change that gas valve and didn't, and that caused the explosion.”

“Well, take it from someone like me.” Zeref sighed, memories going through his head. “So long as you have people to lean on in times of grief and hardship, you'll never falter. And you all support Dillan a whole hell of a lot.”

“Of course we do!” Dillan's Pinkie said with a wide smile. “Even though most of our relationships started because of the heat season, we all love him so much! He's an amazing guy who has helped out the world so much, and he's the creator and leader of the plumbers on our planet and blue lantern corp. And no matter what he still finds time to spend with us all!”

The group smiled and nodded as their heads turned back to Dillan, their colt and leader standing at the ready with the new blade in his hand with a confident smile on his face. “Father doesn't give up no matter what, and this is the first time he's actually had to fight this much. I am sure he's enjoying it.” Entei said with a smirk. “Even when our world was flooded he wasn't this challenged.”

“Fair enough. Fighting can do that for people. Heck, look at the guilds of Fiore. Almost all of them love fighting.” Zeref chucked as Zirconis nodded in agreement.

The Jade Dragon may not have gotten to know the guilds, but Quill had explained much to him. Though, as he thought of Quill, the sight of his friend's corpse flashed in his head. He frowned and shook the thought away, pushing it to the back of his mind as he put a smile back on and returned his focus to the fight.

“Don't worry.” Dillan's Ember said with a grin, holding a small draconic baby. “Knowing Dillan, if he wins. He'll use the wish to somehow make everyone's wishes come true. And most likely restore everyone that's been lost. That's who he is.”

“Yeah. You're probably right. But… still doesn't make me not worried.” Zirconis tilted his head a little, smile falling to just a smirk. “Though, I wonder what his soul is doing right now?”

“Anyone want some popcorn?” Dillan's Pinkie asked with a wide smile, a popcorn machine, pizza maker, and soda machine suddenly sitting next to her. “Or pizza or soda?”

Zirconis perked up and he looked at Pinkie. “OOO~ Don't mind if I do! I'll take some of all of it!” The dragon hungrily giggled.

“Pizza?” Kyle perked up, Lord Twigo similarly did so as well.

“Pi–” Before he could say a thing, Kyle turned over to him.

“Lord Twigo, you’re the type of guy to open a box of pizzas and wag your fingers while saying ‘don’t mind if I do’ before taking a slice.”

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…

Lord Twigo’s shoulder slumped and he walked away, Kyle and Herobrine just guffawed at his sadness. “TWIGO! I’M JOKING, MAN, COME BACK!” Cackled the Eliatrope, leaning on Herobrine for support.

Dillan's Pinkie popped up next to Lord Twigo anyway, with two large pizzas. “Here you go! Two extra cheese extra everything stuffed crust supreme pizzas!”

“HUZZAH!” Lord Twigo’s bad mood was completely gone as he jumped into the air and pumped up a fist, “YIPPEEE!” He added before taking the pizzas gratefully and bowing down to a knee. “I would fight for you, Pinkamina Diane Pie. If you need help, if you need someone for you, if you need guidance, let me be the light to guide your way – in a non-romantic way. You have a boyfriend.”

Pinkie giggled a little as her skin suddenly became pinker, as a part of it stuck out with a mouth and two heart shaped eyes. “While she appreciates the sentiment. She has me for that, but training could be nice.”

Lord Twigo stood tall and planted his boot on a chair and puffed out his chest. He put his hands on his hips while the wind blew by, making his mustache blow majestically, “THEN I SHALL TRAIN THEE!” He declared.

“Just be careful.” Dillan's Rainbow said with a small smile. “She's pregnant, Dillan wouldn't hesitate to obliterate you if you accidentally caused a second miscarriage.”

Lord Twigo went back down to a knee, his right fist over his heart. He took a bow, “I would never harm a child. They are the brightest beacons of tomorrow, and if I ever did something so horrible, I would allow any punishment to be delivered upon me with righteous fury. Because that is a Knight’s Honor!”

“You would be a good plumber.” Rook said with a small smile, as Pinkie giggled a little and bounced over to Deltorix group with snacks.

“Good? HAH! You make me laugh, I would be the GREATEST PLUMBER OF ALL TIME! THE GOAT IF YOU WILL!” Out of nowhere, he drew a comically large plunger from… Wherever and raised it high towards the sky. “FOR I AM LORD TWIGO, VANQUISHER OF ALL THAT IS UNHOLY AND DISEASED, I AM THE COMMANDER OF LIGHT!”

Zirconis laughed heartily as he looked at the scene. The pain of his injuries, almost all but forgotten.

Rook covered his mouth to suppress a laugh, while Suicune giggled. “Not that kind of plumber, Lord Twigo. The plumbers are the name of an intergalactic police force back home.”

“Oh…” Lord Twigo’s shoulders slumped before he quickly puffed out his chest, “I WOULD BE A GREAT INTERGALACTIC POLICE OFFICER!” He beamed with shining teeth, as his grin grew wide. Almost on cue, ‘You Are My Sunshine’ started to play as a ray of light shone behind him.

Zirconis wheezed with laughter. He really enjoyed being in Twigo’s company. There was never a dull moment with him. Behind the unknowing Jade Dragon, the Brick glowed with happiness.

“I can’t believe I thought plumber meant a plumber,” Lord Twigo hummed, placing his hands on his hips. Still wielding the comically large plunger.

“It is not a common name for a police force.” Dillan's Luna giggled.

“It really isn’t,” Lord Twigo recklessly turned with the plunger in hand and as Kyle was laughing, the plunger stuck to his face making him let out a muffled scream. “OH GREAT HEAVENS, KYLE!” he started to pull, but pulled Kyle as well. He started to shake the plunger only for it to shake the poor 5’6 Eliatrope. “OH STARS ABOVE! I NEED ASSISTANCE! NECROZMA! NECROZMA!”

The Pokemon looked over and saw Kyle with a plunger on his face and gasped, “KYLE!” he rushed over and grabbed the shoulders of Kyle. Starting to pull, Lord Twigo pulled as well but it appeared to be fruitless.

“CURSES!” Yelled Lord Twigo, “IT’S ONLY SUCKING HIM OFF!”

Necrozma stopped pulling, “It’s only what?!”

Zirconis let out a loud squeak of laughter that sounded like a chair scraping the floor as he held his bandages sides. He struggled to catch his breath as Zeref struggled to hold in his own laughter, trying to maintain composure.

The 5th Commander started flinging Kyle around with the plunger, crying out in fear, “KYLE YOU NEED TO LET GO! KYLE! GET YOUR FACE AWAY FROM THE PLUNGER!” Kyle let out a muffled roar of fury in response, “OH DON’T GIVE ME THAT, YOUNG MAN!”

Tribal Eliatrope Symbols appeared of Kyle’s body before he roared with rage, exploding the plunger, “I AM AN ELIATROPE! ANDI’MATHOUSANDANDFIVEHUNDREDYOUSONUVABITCH!” Like Foxy from Five Nights At Freddy's 2, he lunged at Lord Twigo and took him to the ground.

“GET HIM OFF ME!”

As they tussled on the ground, the world went by around them… Kinda.

Deltorix shook his head with a small smile as he watched the groups interacting then he glanced over at his Celestia who was glaring at any humans that came nearby and sighed.

“Hiya Deltorix!” Dillan's Pinkie said, bouncing up to the dragon. “Want some popcorn or pizza?”

The dragon looked at her and chuckled. “Sure why hot, enough for everyone?”

“Oh course! I brought popcorn and a pizza machine!” Pinkie said with a wide smile. “Oh, have you met harmony?”

“Harmony? As in um...what was the last big event in your world again?” Deltorix asked, not wanting to spoil the future.

“My symbiote, silly, not what you're thinking.” Pinkie giggled a little as her skin stretched a little and formed a face.

“You got one of those?” He asked, surprised.

“Indeed, I was created by a Displaced Bill Cipher. Who created me to help miss Pinkie heal after a nearly fatal wolf spider attack. Ones created by Doctor Animo.” The face, Harmony, said with a nod.

“Huh, neat.” He said before smiling. “Make sure to keep her safe.”

“Of course, it is my duty. Would you all like to join us for refreshments as Pinkie asked?” Harmony asked with a small bow.

“I am sure most of my team would, but old Sunbutt hates anything human so she is being crabby.” He said before looking good at his team. “Hey guys, they got snacks!” His team all turned and some started to wonder over.

“You are all more than welcome to join us.” Harmony said to his team with a small smile, before frowning at his Celestia and turning to walk back with Pinkie.

The groups and teams in the stands laughed and chatted as the combatants continued to slug each other to pulps, enjoying the festivities as the fights continued.

“You guys should really be paying attention to the fight a little more,” Ed mumbled to himself as he noticed even his little brother was enjoying himself. “Whatever.”