27 Exchange Event Final II: The Hunt

" Uggghhh. How troublesome." Seeing his two opponents run away in fear, Madara sighed, before his body turned into a blur and vanished.

Deep within the expanse of the forest, a figure on top of a blood red round hoverboard, was rushing through the forest at his top speed, his face covered with sweat, his eyes revealing deep fear.

" Fuck!!! What the hell did I get myself into!!!" The figure thought as he rushed forward, without looking back.

This figure with panic written all over his face was Mishima who was trying his very best to run away from Madara.

" Hahahaha!!! I'm almost there!!!" Seeing he was a few meters away from the edge of the forest, he laughed, his eyes filled with relief.

However, he spotted a figure standing with pocketed hands and his usual indifferent expression, a few meters from him, like the Grim Reaper. Immediately his heart sank, and before he knew it, he crashed into a tree face first as his body smashed into the ground hard.

" I was wondering when you were going to get here." The figure, Madara, walked over with steady steps as he squatted in front of Mishima who was crawling away in fear.

" No!! Stay away from me!!!" Mishima screamed in fear, as he desperately crawled away.

" Calm down. I'm not going to kill you." Madara said as he walked towards him step by step. " I'm a very forgiving person. Although you guys tried to kill me, I'm willing to forgive you, I just want to show you something." Madara approached him slowly and grabbed his head, as his green pupils looked directly into his pupils.

" I'm going to show you your worst nightmare." Madara smiled eerily, before he activated his technique with a thought.

" Cursed Technique: Nightmare." With a calm voice, Mishima's consciousness was instantly transported into Madara's inner domain, where he saw a huge and majestic hourglass.

" Boom!!!" Within the span of a few seconds, his consciousness was sent spiraling through multiple timelines, as he saw himself living different lives all at the same time. Suddenly, noticed a single universe getting drawn towards him.

There, he saw a particular figure getting lynched by a group of people with incomparably evil looks on their faces. Seeing the figure who was being lynched, he noticed it was himself, and the people who were beating and ripping him apart were in fact his own mother, father, and siblings.

" No!! No!!!" Within that single second, he had relived that particular memory through what felt like an eternity, as his desperate screams echoed throughout.

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" Sigh. I'm still crude in using this technique." Madara sighed and rubbed his eyes drowsily.

The Nightmare technique in its passive form granted him visions and dreams about evil and calamities, while in its active form, he could allow is opponent to see his own calamity and relive that in an instant, as though it were an eternity.

He looked at Mishima who was completely passed out, his eyes turned completely white, as saliva foamed around his mouth.

He felt no pity, no remorse, nothing, just pure indifference. This once more reminded him of the fickleness of human lives, like a burning candle light flickering within the deep and cold expanse of the void.

Looking up ahead with his bright green pupils, he vanished in a blur...

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A figure was sitting with long black hair wearing a kimono style black robe was sitting on the back of a eagle like cursed spirit as he soared through the sky at fast speed.

" Uchiro Madara, what a fine specimen you are!" The figure, Urahara laughed as he soared on the back of the cursed spirit.

However, immediately he saw a blur, before his body was ruthless smashed from the sky right into the ground.

" Bang!" He formed a small crater in the ground, as he puked blood.

" Hahahaha!" Urahara began to laugh crazily as he looked at Madara who was standing a few meters away from him.

" I won't go down that easily " He raised his head in defiance as he looked Madara in the eye.

" No matter what you do, it not going to change the outcome. You're still going to die." Madara calmly spoke which caused Urahara to burst out in anger.

" You think you're some kind of God?!!!!!" He roared and waved his hand. Immediately several figures materialized from behind him.

Looking closely, they looked like cursed spirits, but still had a little shred of humanity within their eyes.

" Kill him!!!" He roared, before the demonized humans immediately rush towards Madara, in an attempt to rip him to shreds.

However, just as they were about to reach him, golden light flashed, before their decapitated bodies slumped to the ground, as blood spilled all over.

" No matter what you do, you're still going to do die today." Madara said as he began to walk closer to him.

" Those things were humans, you just killed a bunch of humans without a shred of remorse!!! You're not a God, youre a demon.!!!!" Urahara roared out in complete fury, trying to use morality as a weapon to try to win this fight.

" The billions upon billions of mortal lives in the cosmos mean nothing in front of true and absolute power. Someone as intelligent as you should understand this concept." Madara spoke, as cursed energy began to circulate around his body.

" Die!!!!" Urahara roared out, as a long spear appeared in his palm and he rushed towards Madara.

" I'm the end, nothing can escape the confines of time, not even life. Cursed Technique: Temporal Distortion" Madara stretched his arm forward, before temporal energies began to materialize a large green sphere of destructive energy.

Soon, the flow of time within a 50km radius began to distort, sometimes speeding up, sometimes slowing down to the point of reversing.

" Boom!!!!!" The sphere of energy blasted out, erasing every single living thing occupying that space including Urahara, whose body was blasted into a bloody fog along with the entirety of the forest.

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" What sort of technique is that? " Principal Yaga stood up once more. The amounts of shock this small event had brought him was more than enough to last him for a lifetime.

" Wow, Yuki senpai, you've really hit the jackpot." Mei mei laughed as she watched the level of destruction caused by a single attack.

" This level is even above Special Grade! Apart from Suguru and Satoru, I cant think of anyone who can do this so casually.!!"

Yuki looked on in deep thought. Her expression changing between resolution and shock.

" The billions of life in the cosmos mean nothing in front of absolute power." Satoru and Suguru both pondered on Madara's words. These weren't the words of some psychopathic murderer, but the words of a being who seemed to have transcended mortality in their minds.

" He's right. Only with absolute power can one reign freely in this world. The strong owe nothing to the weak. We don't need to protect them, nor care for them. In the end, the only thing that would matter would be absolute strength ." Satoru pondered as he came to a conclusion. Immediately he felt his clouded mind clear up and with a smile he walked outside.

" No no!! This goes against everything I know. The strong exist to protect the weak and care for the world. The strong need to have a sense of responsibility." He thought, his mind going into turmoil. To him, the strong only exist because there were weak people who needed to be protected.

But even though these were his ideals, deep down, he intentionally wanted to burden himself with the chains of morality and a sense of Justice, because he knew the effects of having overwhelming power and absolute strength, and the corruption they brought upon a man.

Sighing, he slumped into his chain and reclined as he closed his eyes.

A/ N : And there you have it folks. The end of the Exchange Event Arc. Next and upcoming arc, Hidden Inventory. Send in those powerstones and stay tuned for more. ✌🏿✌🏿✌🏿