Two Moons one thunder

The sound of thunder still echoed through the hallway.

Douma slowly wiped the blood trailing from the cut on his cheek. His smile hadn’t faded — it had sharpened. Like a needle.

Akaza flexed his arms, watching the fresh gash near his bicep slowly heal.

Zenitsu panted. His breath was shallow. His knees shook.

He had moved before he could think — again. But this time… he hadn’t blacked out.

He’d done it awake.

“I’m... awake?” he whispered to himself, stunned.

His heart hammered in his chest. Not from fear — no, something else was crawling inside him now. Something old. Something he had never dared trust before.

Belief.

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Douma spread his arms wide, twirling his fan lazily.

> “Ara~ you really are entertaining, sparrow. A little bite in you after all. But...”

“Don’t misunderstand. That was cute — not dangerous.”

A massive wall of ice lotus spears formed around Douma in a single pulse.

Zenitsu’s eyes widened.

The cold hit him like a wave. His joints ached. His fingers stiffened.

Then — a red flash.

Akaza vanished.

In a blink, his fist was already in motion — aimed directly at Zenitsu’s head.

"Destructive Death: Compass Needle."

Zenitsu barely moved.

The wind from the punch ripped his haori sleeve clean off.

He flipped back, sliding across the floor. His breathing staggered, but he didn’t fall.

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> “Too fast…”

“Too strong…”

He landed and gasped for air.

> “I can’t fight both. I can’t...”

“Run,” whispered the voice in his mind. “This is where you die.”

But his feet didn’t move.

“Thunder Breathing…”

He gritted his teeth.

“Fifth Form…”

He twisted, lowered his body to the floor, and vanished in a yellow streak, weaving through Douma’s ice barrage.

“Heat Lightning!”

A horizontal slash cut across Douma’s legs — shallow, but real.

Douma’s laughter stopped for a split second.

Akaza charged again.

Zenitsu met him halfway — his sword clashed with Akaza’s fists, lightning wrapping around the demon’s skin. Sparks flew with every strike.

But it wasn’t enough.

One clean punch landed.

CRACK!

Zenitsu flew across the hallway, smashing into a pillar. Blood flew from his mouth. His sword skidded across the floor.

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He couldn’t breathe.

His chest wouldn’t expand.

Everything was spinning.

“This is it…”

“I can’t move…”

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FLASHBACK – A small cottage, thunder outside.

Master Jigoro sits beside a crying boy.

> “Zenitsu… let the world shake. Let them all call you weak.”

“But when lightning strikes, it doesn’t ask permission. It just is.”

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Zenitsu’s fingers twitched.

He heard footsteps.

Akaza approaching from one side.

Douma from the other.

No weapon.

No strength.

Just breath.

Inhale.

Lightning sparked at his heels.

“Thunder Breathing… Seventh Form…”

He pushed off with all he had.

> “Honoikazuchi no Kami!!!”

A dragon-shaped bolt of lightning tore down the hallway, roaring in defiance.

The entire castle shook.

Douma’s robes burned at the edges.

Akaza was blown back through a stone wall.

Even Kokushibo paused.

Zenitsu landed — hard — on his knees. Blood dripped from his nose. His body smoked.

But his eyes…

They were still burning.

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🔥 To be continued...

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