The Blanger Attack: "You Killed My Father!" - Becoming A Super Samurai Ninja

"Ah... what a splendid day in the dojo," Erabareshimono remarked as he stretched his limbs and let out a contented yawn from his resting place. The dojo boasted two chambers, an all-purpose bathroom, a common area, and a kitchen, all constructed from sturdy wood fortified with the essence of samurai energy. Outside, amidst the sprawling compound without boundaries, verdant foliage thrived, enveloping the structure within the lush embrace of the surrounding wilderness. Situated in the heart of Zen'i No Machi, a town renowned for its ethos of goodwill, the dojo served as a bastion of martial discipline and camaraderie for its inhabitants, a testament to the benevolent leadership of Mayor Kurogami Ichiro.

Within the confines of the dojo, Erabareshimono shared quarters with four comrades: Tsuyoi-Josei, whose long locks and distinctive hairline akin to Goku's framed her countenance with an air of grace and determination; Tsuyoi Hito, a stalwart youth with an insatiable thirst for strength, his bald visage a testament to his unwavering resolve; Sutoraiba, a spirited individual whose relentless pursuit of power defied the limitations imposed upon him, his hair reminiscent of the iconic style sported by Goku himself; and Sairentokira, an enigmatic figure shrouded in introversion, his close-cropped hair hinting at depths of untapped potential. As for Erabareshimono, he bore the trademark hairstyle of his lineage, its snowy hue marking him as the quintessential Japanese protagonist.

As Erabareshimono surveyed the vacant beds, a sense of unease crept over him. "Where is everyone?" he mused aloud, casting a glance toward the timepiece adorning the wall. "Damn! It's already eight!" With haste born of urgency, he embarked upon his morning routine, commencing with a thorough dental ablution before discarding his night attire into the awaiting laundry receptacle. Following a brisk shower, he emerged clad in fresh training attire, only to find himself confronted once more by the inexorable passage of time. "8:08... a new personal best! But what have I been doing?" he chided himself inwardly, a sense of urgency propelling him into action.

Stepping outside, Erabareshimono was met by the sight of Sutoraiba rising from a meditative trance, the remainder of their companions already assembled and awaiting instruction. "You're late," admonished their Sensei, his voice carrying the weight of authority.

"My apologies, Sensei. I was engaged in supplementary training during the night hours. It shall not occur again," Erabareshimono offered in contrition.

"Very well. The meditation session concludes, and the time for combat approaches," the Sensei declared, his tone brooking no dissent.

Suddenly, a cerulean cascade of energy descended from above, striking the Sensei with unerring precision and sending him hurtling backwards into a cluster of empty water barrels. The impact rippled through the assembled group, displacing them by a significant margin.

"Another assault by the Blangers," Erabareshimono muttered grimly, his eyes scanning the horizon for the source of the disturbance.

As the Blanger descended, his visage came into focus, eliciting a chorus of recognition and alarm from Erabareshimono's comrades. "It's Dali again!" Hito exclaimed, his voice tinged with apprehension.

"With the Sensei incapacitated, the onus falls upon us," Hito proclaimed, his resolve unyielding.

Forming a cohesive unit, the group adopted their battle formation, with Hito assuming the vanguard position, flanked by Raiba and Tokira in the middle, while Erabareshimono and Josei provided rear support. With synchronized precision, they advanced towards their adversary, intent on overwhelming him through sheer unity of purpose.

"We shall strike as one, diverting his attention before delivering the decisive blow," Hito outlined their strategy, his voice resolute.

Before Hito could conclude his directive, however, Dali unleashed a barrage of energy, hurling him backwards in a display of overwhelming force. Tokira, undeterred, pressed forward, his blade poised for combat, only to find himself caught off guard by Dali's swift counterattack, his defenses breached in an instant.

Undaunted by their comrades' setbacks, Raiba, Josei, and Erabareshimono redoubled their efforts, engaging Dali in a ferocious exchange of blows. Yet, despite their valiant efforts, they found themselves outmatched by the Blanger's unyielding onslaught.

"You Samurai may have grown stronger, but not strong enough!" Dali declared triumphantly, unleashing a volley of energy blasts that sent Raiba crashing to the ground in defeat.

As shock reverberated through the ranks of his companions, Erabareshimono felt a surge of rage unlike any he had experienced before. "You... you are the one responsible!" he seethed, his voice trembling with fury. "You killed my father, you fiend!"

An aura of colorless intensity enveloped Erabareshimono, a tangible manifestation of his burgeoning power. With each passing moment, the aura intensified, suffused with hues of crimson that danced and flickered around him, a testament to his growing resolve.

"HAAAAAAA!!!" Erabareshimono bellowed, unleashing a primal scream that reverberated through the very fabric of existence. As his hair shimmered with alternating shades of crimson and white, he felt the raw power of his newfound strength coursing through his veins.

"I have achieved SSN 1," Erabareshimono declared, his voice ringing with newfound confidence. "This spells your doom, Dali."