The Demon King swung his sword toward Tyura trailing a cloud of black smoke. He side stepped and glided back a few feet.
"Is dodging the only thing The Great Tyura can do?"
Tyura smiled, or rather, his clone did. At the moment his real body was preoccupied so he wasn't paying attention to what the Demon king was saying.
Recently out of sheer boredom, Tyura had took up learning the flute. He was excited to learn something new. The flute was made from wood from a white World Tree. It was said to be the oldest tree in the world. A single twig from this tree would cost a king his entire kingdom. It was bathed in a sirens lake for several years making it smooth to the touch. And it was crafted by a undead craftsman...who owed him a few favors. It would make a sound even the most talented songbirds feel inferior.
Which is why Tyura couldn't understand why it sounded so terrible!
If it were possible, he felt that he got worse at it the more he practiced.
Tyura pondered this as he blew into the flute. The sound of air escaping through the holes could he heard. It wasn't blocked . He hummed, turning the green flute over in his hands.
"Aho!" Tyura's clones surprised expression mirrored his own. His clone had actually been injured.
Tyura's surprise was nothing compared to the shock that fell over the Demon King.
"A...clone. This whole time you've been a clone?"
Tyura rubbed at the tingling sensation on his left shoulder, finally paying attention to the monster in front of him.
"You must be strong Demon King. No wonder the locals hunters had trouble dealing with you." Tyura's clone clasped the black sword that was still embedded into his shoulder. With a light squeeze it shattered into dust.
Tyura dusted his hand off on his pants and smiled.
"Tell me, was that your special move? Your last resort? Or is there more." His smile widened, "There isn't is there."
The Demon King backed away but his muscles were tensed, still ready for a fight.
"Well, it's about time we wrap this up don't you think? I'm a busy man." Tyura raised his hand to the sky.
"You dared to call me a monster." The Demon King said with a crooked, humorless smile.
"That is correct. You are the monster and I am the hero who has come to defeat you." Tyura said looking up at the sky. This...usually didn't take this long. He had dropped his flute on the floor when he brought his consciousness into his clone. He wanted to get back to pick it up. It was far too valuable to leave on the floor.
"Why don't you come out of hiding and fight me face to face."
Tyura's smiled dropped. "Oh? Do you want to die faster?" He wished the Demon King would die now. This had been the longest Tyuras had been out in a long time but he wanted to end the Demon King with Heavenly Lightning. It was only fitting after all, but maybe it was because he hadn't used it in so long, that it was taking longer than usual to summon.
"Of course not, I'm only saying that if your real body had been here when I used that attack from before. You would be dead right now."
A burst of laughter escaped from Tyura's mouth. He felt his shoulders shake with the force.
"That is very unlikely. You are full of surprises Demon King. You injured my clone, gave me a good laugh, and now this-."
Tyura turned and grabbed the black snake that had been inches from biting him on the neck. The snake was almost as long as him, with several rows of venomous teeth. It hissed and writhed in his hands.
Tyura turned back to The Demon King as he broke the snakes neck.
"I knew there was more."
The Demon King snarled at Tyura. "Damn you!"
"Was that thing your friend? You've killed so many people and you have the nerve to get angry over a pet?"
Tyura felt a tick of anger rise up within him. It had been many years since he last came in person to a mission. All of his missions up until now had been just his clones. He didn't have to attach himself to anything. The sights, the smells...the emotions. But being here and now, standing in a demolished town that was once thriving with people and seeing the monster that destroyed this town be upset over a snake. It was disgusting.
"I cant wait any more. It was my mistake to find you amusing enough to let you live this long."
Tyura raised his hand in front of him.
"Its time for punishment: 'Grave Digger'!"
In a flash of white lighting, a single bladed axe appeared in Tyura's raised hand. The handle was long and silver with a chain like tassel on the end. The blade wasn't made from silver, but from white crystal and it gave off a frosted glow.
The Demon Kings eyes nearly fell from their sockets.
Tyura raised that axe over his head and swung down sending out a brilliant white shock wave.
The Demon King raised his arm to block the attack only for it to slice right through him. His demonic body couldn't withstand the light and soon the rest of him was obliterated. Nothing of him remained.
Tyura stood where he was for a moment. Looking at the gaping whole in the ground, he felt remorse. He had definitely overdone it. This place wouldn't be able to be rebuilt for some time, if ever. But at least the Demons King was gone.
Until the next one was born in a few hundred years.
"Looks like another job well done." Tyura let go of the axe and it immediately vanished into blue sparks.
Tyura lied back on the floor. His head was cushioned on the fur of a wolf-lion. The flute he had been practicing on lay in a corner along with golden harp, a skull drum, and several other items.
He yawned. Aside from the fight with the Demon King, the day had been surprisingly uneventful. Usually messengers would be constantly sending him mission request. He would refuse most of them. But not even they were around today.
Tyura suddenly felt a soft paw brush his face followed by a mewing sound. He looked over at the little greened eyed rabbit.
"Are you bored too Misky?" The rabbit tilted it's head before rubbing it's paws against its ears.
Tyura smiled and looked at the ceiling.
"I guess not."
"Would you like something to do?"
Tyura's head snapped back towards Misky. The rabbit was startled by the sudden movement and jumped back.
The voice laughed. It was soft and pleasant.
"Don't you think this world has gotten boring, blessed child?"
Tyura stood and looked around. He knew no one was in his house. No one could get in without his permission. And he also couldn't sense any one nearby. While he was still trying to figure out where the voice was coming from, the voice continued to talk.
"This little playground of yours has gotten too small for you. Don't you want something new and exciting? I have what you are looking you. I offer you-."
"No thanks." Tyura said sitting back down on the floor. "I like where I am. I like my house and my things. So give your offer to someone else."
"...I was only asking to be polite. There is no choice."
Tyura snorted and glared up at the ceiling.
"I am The Great Tyura. The strongest hero in this land. There is no one in this world who can make me do anything I don't want to do."
"No one in this world."
As he spoke Tyura and Misky floated off the floor which had turned into a pitch black void. Tyura raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.
"Gravity powers. Impressive. But I don't care what you do," Tyura put up a triple light shield around himself and the house. "I wont leave this house."
"Fine," Tyura could hear a smile in the tone of the voice. "You can take the house with you."
With that Tyura, along with the house fell into the void.