| rdfs:comment | - A figure who was resting on a bench had brunette hair that was splayed out in all directions at the ends, reaching down to their waist. Several large clumps of hair stuck out, some curling away horizontally. Their bangs framed their face, though they had two 'layers', with the behind layers falling to rest upon their chest. There were a few locks of hair kept in the middle of their forehead; there was a slim curled forelock of hair at the top of their head. Small hips, white long legs and thighs, and a nice curved rear. There were several impossibly attractive women in Earth, Soul Society, and Hell, though this person's body was far more beautiful than all of those, from past, present, and future, even though he was a guy. It could be classified as art; a body with perfect shape. It looked
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| abstract | - A figure who was resting on a bench had brunette hair that was splayed out in all directions at the ends, reaching down to their waist. Several large clumps of hair stuck out, some curling away horizontally. Their bangs framed their face, though they had two 'layers', with the behind layers falling to rest upon their chest. There were a few locks of hair kept in the middle of their forehead; there was a slim curled forelock of hair at the top of their head. Small hips, white long legs and thighs, and a nice curved rear. There were several impossibly attractive women in Earth, Soul Society, and Hell, though this person's body was far more beautiful than all of those, from past, present, and future, even though he was a guy. It could be classified as art; a body with perfect shape. It looked like a nude body painting or statute on display at the museum. The sun was shining; birds were singing—and yet, he felt utterly, completely miserable. Diavolo Una and Blue Cosmos had been stopped; he had brought closure to the world, and yet...he felt so alone. "No need for you to go just yet! It's been a long time...Gai." A voice called out. An unfamiliar, yet nostalgic figure approached him with an air of smugness and slipperiness. They had a slender body structure which was similar to his own; possessing wide hips, long legs, and a curved derrière. Come to think of it, they appeared similar to the point that they could be identical twins or related. However, this figure had lavender hair which was cut into a single, thin braid which had a dolphin-tail like ending at the tip, reaching down to their ankles, and the rest of their hair curved out horizontally on their face, with only a single strand in the middle of their forehead covering their eyes, which were outright demonic; being slitted- golden with crimson sclera. In addition to their figure, they dressed flamboyantly as well; wearing a mostly purple ensemble which was split down to their lower area in the top, such a fabulous air was accentuated by pink feathers which were woven around the collar and the cuffs of the sleeves. Their black jeans also possessed such feathers, though they were serrated by numerous golden chains and pink patches. "...Masato!?" "Let it go... My son. I'm not here to fight." Masato smiled at him. Gai was surprised at all of this. "...Huh!?" "It's over. Time for you to put aside that armour... And live. It all began with a bunch of fools. Now... They've all passed away. Their era of folly is over. I'm the only one left, and soon... I'll be gone, too." "...How can you still be alive!?" Gai snapped. Masato laughed. "Well, I came back the same way Nika did. Either way, you do know the whole spectacle, right?" Gai was still confused. "...Huh?" "Diavolo was possessed. The God of Evil, Angra Mainyu, managed to possess Diavolo through his malice for supernatural beings, and use his pathetic desires in order to attempt to wipe out mankind. In order to trick Earth's natural defenses that he was not a god, Diavolo used nanomachines to transplant Angra Mainyu's personality onto his own. He used hypnotic suggestion to turn himself into the god's doppelganger. He managed to become somebody else. When the Earth was tricked, Angra Mainyu really took possession." Masato continued, "Under certain conditions, someone can be made to play a specific role... Act like someone else. Dinosaurs... Do love to play as birds. It all started with him...Kazuma. Kazuma died by your hand, and by the end, only you could save this world. And now...with the God of Evil vanquished from this universe, there is nothing to threaten it....The hatred is gone. The world is back to zero." Gai questioned, "You going back to zero, as well?" "You erased me before. Today... Will mark the second and final time. I'm not meant to be alive, Gai. Only because...I'm a perfect replication of you, I'm able to stay for more than ten minutes here." Masato smiled and embraced Gai; their first and final hug. "Let me tell you something... Don't... Don't waste the life you have left fighting. You're my amazing, wonderful son. If you'd been in my place back then... Maybe you wouldn't have made the same mistakes that I did. Girouette... You were right. It's not about changing the world. It's about doing our best to leave the world... The way it is. It's about respecting the will of others... And believing in your own. That was the true meaning of heroism; and only you, my son, managed to show that." "It's almost time for me to go. And with me... it's over. And at last the evil will be gone. Now that the darkness and evil of this world have been returned to zero... A new one... A new future... Will be born. That new world... Is yours to live in. Not as the Rising Phoenix, the children's hero and light in the darkness... But... As Gai Nagareboshi, son of Masato and Megami Nagareboshi. For almost an millennia, the cold soldiers of the past have fought a long, bloody war for justice—attempting to leave it all behind. But on the inside, we were all trapped within our cages." "Girouette and I may have chosen different paths... But in the end, we were both trapped inside the same cage...we were birds, who were unable to spread our wings. But Gai...you've given freedom. You've been able to spread your wings and soar to the skies, no longer a prisoner of fate. It's time for the Rising Phoenix to turn to ash, and be reborn as Gai Nagareboshi. It's time for you to see the outside world through your own eyes. Your body, your soul...they're your own. The hero's legacy ends here—there's no more need for heroes; they only exist in fiction now. Live, for yourself. You only need one Rising Phoenix. No... The world would be better off without phoenixes." Masato coughed up blood; as he collapsed into Gai's arms. "...Son, don't ever forget. The world is forged by your hands." He made a finger-gun gesture at his son, smiling while handing him a ten dollar note. "...Here ya go. Consider it payment for all the birthdays I've missed. How 'bout you buy that Nika girl some flowers, eh? ...Anyway, see ya round, son. I've always been proud of you. At long last...this is finally...over." With that, the one known as Masato Nagareboshi had departed from this world, leaving it in the hands of his son.
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