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Chapter 1Zushi sighed as the hot water cascaded over his rippling abs and bulging muscles. He lathered up the soap and washed his armpits and groin, expunging the days B.O. He noted new wisps of hair atop his thick shaft and under his arms. He reached up and grabbed the shampoo with ease; he recalled needing to stand on his tippy toes to reach the higher self. He took a seat as he washed his short brown hair. He stayed in the shower, just letting the water hit him. Something was weighing on his conscience, but he turned the shower off, shook his head, temporarily shaking it from his mind, and stepped out.Zushi stood in front of the bathroom mirror; the look on his face reflected confidence and determination. He donned a bald cap and put on a medium-length blonde wig that clashed with his eyebrows, and darker brown hair sprouted on his upper lip. He grabbed and turned his white gi inside out, revealing a bright red inner lining. He took a deep breath, and steeled himself utilizing zetsu, and began to tiptoe out of his and Wing’s apartment in Heaven's Arena.He looked at Wing, snoring softly on the couch, “Just holding me back.” He quietly scoffed as he snuck past for the 200th time.Zushi made his way to the arena. An ample bright light bared down on him as the announcer called out with sick glee, “Ken the Crimson Death has arrived! Will he lose his 200th match?! Or will his bloody reign continue?!”
Wing watched dumbfounded as “Ken's” wig fell off. He gripped his armchair and waited like a pissed-off father waiting for his child to sneak back into the house after being grounded.It didn't take long for Zushi to return to gather his things while receiving an earful from his sensei now that the jig was up.A vein popped from Wing's temple, “Must I remind you who your Sensei is? Stay. Here.” Wing commanded, adopting a serious stance. He poured out a crashing tsunami of white nen through Zetsu. “You are my student, and you will listen. I am tired of the disrespect you have been showing me.” He said firmly and authoritatively. Wave after wave of arua assaulted Zushi's Ten like foamy seawater lapping at the shore.Zushi turned from the door, and his hand left the knob. He stomped the ground with his dominant foot and exerted his own aura. They both ignited their Gyo to see their clashing of wills. A swirling mixture of white and red. “You've just been holding me back, I am ready. I've proven myself. Are you not happy? I've beaten Heaven's Arena.”“Behind my back, you took unnecessary risk! You could have died! I was trying to protect you!” Wing yelled. His composure waned, as did his aura output.Zushi stepped forward, advancing on his weakness. “I didn't like lying to you, but it was the only way I could progress. Your overprotectiveness was hampering my growth. You wanting me to stay here will prevent me from further honing my skills, Sensei. With all due respect, you have taught me everything you know.” Zushi's Zestu quickly overwhelmed Wing's. “I need to walk my own path and find a new teacher.”Wing trembled but steeled himself, “Fine, I'm proud of you; you have surpassed me. I wish you luck on your journey, Zushi.” he said with a sigh and an air of resignation.
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Zushi left his old sensei's apartment feeling a twinge of guilt at how he'd left things but also an overwhelming sense of freedom. His heart raced as he stepped into the streets, eager to face whatever the world had in store. Though it was nighttime, the city was alive with the buzz of activity, neon lights casting a rainbow glow over the damp pavement. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the cool evening air and feeling excited. His journey was finally beginning.The young boy wandered through the streets, his thoughts swirling. He had no destination in mind, but he knew he needed to strike it out on his own. Clearly, he was capable of handling and learning for himself, and he had a burning desire to prove it.'At least I have somewhere to stay for now' Zushi thought to himself, remembering that Heaven's Arena offered accommodations for any fighter who asked. So, between that and prize money from his match winnings, Zushi figured he was sitting pretty for the time being. As he walked, the smell of sizzling meat and distant laughter drew him toward a small, crowded alley. The aroma grew stronger, making his stomach rumble. He hadn't eaten before he left Wing.He instinctively reached for his pocket but was still in his gi, which didn't have any. Nor would it have mattered if he did; his money was still at the Arena and not on his person; he hadn't cashed most of it out yet.'Crap.' Zushi thought to himself. It wasn't too big of a deal. He could just go back to the Arena and get his money. Though it was a ways away, and he was pretty hungry now… His stomach grumbled louder, echoing his thoughts."Hey, kid!" One of the street vendors called out to him. "Come over here!"Zushi's stomach did a backflip at the sight of the grilled skewers of meat. The vendor, a burly man with a thick beard, waved him closer. "You look like you could use a bite."Zushi nodded and walked over; he couldn't believe his luck. "Yes, I am," he replied with a smile. "But I don't have any money on me."But the man seemingly ignored his statement of lack of funds and handed a couple of meat skewers to him. "Just eat, kid. You've got that 'just been kicked in the teeth by the world' look. You're gonna need your strength."Zushi had no idea what the man was talking about but gratefully accepted the free food anyway. He took a bite, and the flavors exploded in his mouth. The meat was tender, the spices delightful. He scarfed down the skewers, savoring every mouthful. The vendor chuckled jovially as he watched the boy scarf down his food."Thank you," Zushi said once he had finished. "I really needed that.""Sure thing, kid," the vendor waved Zushi away without expecting anything in return. The act of kindness washed over him like a warm wave, and he felt his guilt and anxiety dissipate slightly. With a newfound sense of purpose, he continued through the bustling streets.He decided to finally head back to the Arena and see if he could get a room for the night. As he walked, he started to think of what to do next. He knew he had to keep pushing himself to become stronger, but he didn't know where to start.His mind went to where it often did. Gon and Killua. His two closest, well only, friends. He hoped they were okay. He hadn't seen or heard from them in what felt like forever. His heart ached, and his cock twitched slightly at the memory of them training alongside him in their tank tops and shorts, sweat dripping from their toned, young bodies. He pushed those thoughts away, trying to refocus on what to do next.He knew what definitely not to do next; get another sensei. He was over that; whoever it was would only hold him back. Besides, Gon and Killua were traveling on their own and doing just fine, and so could he. But what to do next, starting tomorrow…?He still didn't have an answer as he finally made it back to the Arena. He set the question aside to speak to the receptionist and ask for a room. She stared at him blankly and handed over a key. "Room 318," she said, voice equally as blank as her stare.Zushi made his way up the stairs and into the room. It was pretty spacious. It was far from the most luxurious accommodations at the Arena but certainly far nicer than anywhere he'd stayed before. He threw his bag onto the bed and flopped down next to it, feeling the springs of the mattress give way slightly beneath his weight.The silence of the room was almost deafening, and it was there that the thoughts of Gon and Killua grew too loud to ignore. He couldn't help but feel a bit lonely. Sure, he had his newfound freedom, but he hadn't lived alone in a long time. Not since Wing…Zushi shook his head, trying to banish the thoughts of his sensei. He'd moved on from him now.He tried reorienting his thoughts on his friends. With a smile, he realized that now that he was free, nothing was stopping him from tracking them down and meeting up with them. Yeah, it would be nice to see the two of them again. The room was dimly lit, the only sound being the occasional drip of water from the leaky faucet in the bathroom.But as he thought about seeing his friends again, he thought about what he'd get to do with them, his thoughts turning inappropriate. He felt his cock thicken in his pants, and a warmth spread through his cheeks. He hadn't had the time or privacy to indulge in his more carnal desires in a while. The room was empty, but that did nothing to stifle the desperate, needy thoughts that grew louder in his mind. He couldn't ignore the growing ache in his loins, the way his cock was swelling beneath the fabric of his gi pants. It was so easy for his imagination to run wild.He lay back on the bed, his hand tentatively making its way to the bulge in his pants. The fabric was already damp with pre-cum, his arousal seeping through. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, picturing Gon's firm, muscular body, those dark eyes staring into his, filled with lust. He imagined Killua's slender frame, his usual calmness replaced with an intense arousal.Zushi's hand moved under the fabric, wrapping around his shaft. It was hot to the touch. He began to stroke himself, his movements slow and deliberate. The images of his friends grew clearer in his mind, their bodies intertwined with his, their moans echoing in his ears.He pictured Gon's cock, thick and robust, dominating him as he lay on his back, legs spread wide. Killua would be there too, watching with hungry eyes, his own cock in hand, stroking it in time with Zushi's movements. The fantasy was so vivid that Zushi could almost feel Gon's weight pressing down on him, his cock filling him up, stretching him open in a way that was both painful and exhilarating.As he stroked himself, his hand moving faster and faster, he imagined the taste of Killua's cum, sweet, unlike what he was sure was Gon's more typical salty and musky taste, coating his tongue as the other boy came deep inside him. He groaned, the sound muffled by the pillow he'd shoved over his face to stifle his cries. His other hand played with his balls, rolling them gently in their sack, adding to the pleasure building up within him.In his mind, Gon was the dominant one, holding him down with those strong arms, fucking him without mercy. Killua was more versatile, both servicing Gon while ramming his meat into Zushi's unclaimed mouth. His breaths grew ragged as he pumped his cock, the friction of his hand on his sensitive skin driving him closer to climax.He started to work up a bit of a sweat, the room growing warm from his exertions. His strokes grew more erratic, his breath hitching in his throat as he approached the edge. He could feel the beginnings of a climax, a delicious tightness in his balls that grew with each passing second. The room smelled faintly of his musk, and the scent grew stronger as his arousal did. It was intoxicating, a heady scent that filled his nose and made him want to push himself even harder.In his mind, the scene grew more intense. Gon's cock pistoned in and out of him, each thrust hitting just the right spot, making him squirm and moan. Killua's eyes gleamed as he watched, his own hand moving rapidly over his smaller member. The silver-haired boy leaned in, licking the precum from Zushi's abs, making him shiver with pleasure.Zushi's strokes grew more desperate as the fantasy played out. He could feel his orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to resonate through every nerve in his body. His thoughts were a whirlwind of sensation, of sweat and musk and the feel of skin on skin. His hand moved faster and faster, his breathing growing harsher as he approached the precipice.But it was the thought of Gon leaning over him to kiss Killua while the two of them spit-roasted Zushi that sent him over the edge. His entire body tensed up, and with a muffled cry into the pillow, he came hard. His hot, sticky seed shot out, soaking the bed and his gi. His hips bucked upwards, and his toes curled as he rode out the waves of pleasure that crashed over him.For a moment, everything was still, save for the sound of his heavy breathing. Then, as the high began to wear off, unbeknownst to Zushi, there was a strange sensation in the air. It was as if his Nen had reacted to his orgasm, and suddenly, the room was filled with a palpable energy that seemed to coalesce around him. He didn't realize, but his aura was pulsating. The smell of his musk grew even more substantial, filling the room with its potent scent. That Zushi smelled, though he was unaware that anything was off.A wave of post-climatic drowsiness overtook him, his hand still wrapped around his semi-hard cock. He lay there for a moment, panting, his body feeling both satisfied and spent. His eyes grew heavy, and before he knew it, Zushi was slipping into a deep, much-needed sleep, the images of Gon and Killua's naked bodies still playing in his mind.