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Dust drifts through the upper floors as Dante and Burly stare each other down. The last fight left them bruised, cut, and exhausted, yet somehow, Dante stands taller. His breathing steadies. His shoulders relax. His eyes burn with quiet, terrifying focus.
Burly senses it immediately.
"...You are healing again."
He grips his iron baton tighter. "How is any of this fair Dante."
Dante doesn't answer. He simply steps forward.
The floorboards groan.
Then—
Dante explodes forward.
Burly swings instantly, muscle memory taking over. The iron baton whistles through the air and smashes into Dante's forearm
but Dante doesn't budge.
His feet stay planted. His expression stays calm.
"You've gotten to be kidding me, so now you are just going to ignore my attacks." Burly complains.
Dante twists his wrist, grabs the baton, and shoves Burly back with raw force. Burly staggers across the floor, boots scraping.
"You can't expect to keep hitting me with the same moves over and over and think I won't adapt," Dante says. "If you want to beat me, you will have to try something different."
His stance shifts, Jujutsu body structure settling perfectly, naturally, without hesitation.
"Or else … you will really lose you know, Old Man."
Burly's grin returns, wide, appreciative.
"Hah... HAHAHA! There it is!! That look! The look a warrior gets when he decides he's going for the win!"
He slams the baton on the ground, steadying himself.
"COME THEN, DANTE!"
Dante charges again—
Burly meets him head-on.
Their clash is immediate and deafening.
Burly swings horizontally, Dante dips low.
Burly strikes upward, Dante redirects with his elbow.
Burly pivots, cracking the baton against Dante's ribs, Dante grunts but counters with a palm strike that rattles Burly's bones.
The force behind Dante's blows is monstrous now.
Every exchange pushes Burly back another step.
Still, Burly refuses to fall.
Between breaths he mutters the chant he's used a dozen times already:
"O flame... gather and strike, FIREBALL!"
A fireball erupts from his palm, roaring toward Dante.
Dante doesn't dodge.
He punches it.
The explosion tears across his knuckles, burning his skin, but Dante keeps moving, his arm slightly smoking yet he just treats it as a minor inconvenience.
Burly's eyes widen.
"You CRAZY brat—!"
Another fireball.
Another punch straight through it.
Burns gather on Dante's forearms and shoulders, but none of them slow him down. He keeps marching forward through each blast like a brute forcing through a storm.
Burly breathes heavier, his legs shake.
This is no longer the same kid he fought on the lower floors.
This is a fighter who awakened DURING the fight.
A fighter who grows stronger every time he's pushed.
Burly swings the baton downward with everything he has—
Dante catches it.
Fingers closing around cold metal.
Burly tries to rip it free but he can't.
Dante pulls him forward and drives a knee into Burly's gut. The air leaves Burly's lungs in a violent exhale.
"GAAH—!"
Dante follows with a crushing elbow to the jaw. Burly spins, stumbles and nearly drops the baton.
He barely regains his footing when Dante appears in front of him again, faster than before—
Too fast.
Burly tries to chant again—"Oh flam—"
Dante tackles him mid-word.
They tumble across the floor, smashing into pillars and walls, breaking furniture, sending debris scattering everywhere.
Burly kicks Dante off, rolls, and rises with wild eyes.
"Hah… hah… I ACCEPT IT!"
His chest heaves. Sweat pours down his face.
"You've already surpassed me, Dante!"
Dante says nothing.
He steps forward with the same unwavering calm, fists clenched.
Burly swings his baton desperately, Dante dodges and slams a straight punch into Burly's ribs. A crack echoes. Burly bites back a scream.
Another baton strike, Dante parries and counters with a spinning heel kick that sends Burly crashing into a supporting beam.
The beam splinters. Dust explodes.
Burly stands again, barely.
His arms tremble. His breath rasps. His baton feels heavier than ever.
He lifts it anyway.
"That all you got?" he asks with a grin that hides pain but screams pride.
"Then why don't you COME END IT! Your girlfriend must be getting impatient waiting you know"
Dante's expression remains unchanged.
He vanishes from Burly's sight.
A moment later—
Dante's foot slams into Burly's chest like a battering ram.
The force launches Burly—
past the railing—
over the edge—
and straight down four stories.
His body crashes into the ground floor with earth-shaking impact, forming a crater of shattered tiles, dust, and debris.
Silence floods the mansion.
Dante stands at the edge, watching the dust clear as Burly lies in the crater, alive, groaning, but completely defeated. The man laughs weakly, voice echoing faintly.
"Hah… hah… All yours, kid, what amazing power and potential. To think such a monster would be born again in the North…"
But Dante isn't done.
He crouches
kicks off the floor with explosive power
and rockets upward.
He bursts through the ceiling of the fourth floor,
the fifth
and finally through the roof, sending wood and tile raining downward as he soars into open air.
High above the mansion, Dante hangs suspended for a moment, fists clenched, eyes full of everything, fury, conviction, will.
He twists his body—
aims downward—
and descends like a meteor.
His fist pulls back.
His voice roars:
"Jujutsu—
MANSION FUNERAL!!!"
His punch slams into the roof.
A thunderous shockwave tears through every beam, every wall, every foundation.
Cracks erupt across the entire structure—
Spiderwebbing—
Breaking—
Collapsing—
The mansion groans—
And then
the entire building gives way, imploding under the force of Dante's strike, collapsing floor by floor until nothing remains but rubble and a rising cloud of dust.
When the dust slowly settles…
Dante stands amid the destruction, bruised, burned, breathing hard—but upright.
Burly, half-buried in rubble, stares up at him and smiles weakly through blood and dust, before rolling back and turning to white.
Dante meets his gaze.
No anger.
No hatred.
Just unwavering conviction burning in his eyes.