Previously on Hakuna, we finally got a not-so-official, incredibly chaotic reunion with the boys after nearly a whole year of total radio silence. But before the dust from that broken wall could even settle, the nostalgic gathering was violently interrupted by the sudden, catastrophic arrival of a coordinated group of Level 10 anomalies right outside the gates. Are we about to get a legendary, high-octane 'back in action' sequence from the original vanguard elite...?
Well, you better believe it.
Fade in…
…At The New DDF Headquarters…
The high-security tactical room is washed in a flashing, aggressive crimson glare as the primary defense alarms continue to blare a relentless warning rhythm in the background. The structural columns groan under the ambient pressure leaking in from the horizon.
Enzo stands behind his desk, his hands pressing firmly into the sleek surface as he leans forward, his analytical gaze locking directly onto his long-lost friend. His voice carries a mix of sharp disbelief and urgent tactical calculation as he asks, "What exactly do you mean by that, Hakuna?"
Hakuna stands perfectly calm in the dead center of the flashing red room, the high-tech energy suppression cuffs still dangling loosely from his wrists as if they were nothing more than plastic toys. He shifts his weight, his brown eyes reflecting the emergency lights as he replies, "I'm saying exactly what I sense. There are at least 4 highly advanced Humanoid Class entities leading a massive, sprawling vanguard of lesser Kaijus and Ogres straight toward the outer walls. And make no mistake about it—every single one of them is operating at a true Level 10 or a Level 10 Equivalent power output."
Super lets out a sharp, mocking breath, leaning back against the fractured edge of the drywall with his arms crossed over his chest. He voices sarcastically, "Oh, how wonderfully casual you speak of this."
Hakuna tilts his head, a mocking, competitive grin slowly spreading across his features as he looks over at his eternal rival. "What's the matter, JEFF? You scared?" he queries, deliberately tossing the classic taunt to test his friend's baseline.
The moment the words leave his mouth, the playful banter vanishes from the atmosphere. The very air in the room suddenly thickens to a suffocating density, the raw competitive instinct between the two top-tier fighters instantly spiking the room's temperature.
Super's eyes narrow, the sarcastic smirk dropping from his face as he immediately says, "Time to get active."
Hakuna, already fully expecting this exact, volatile reaction from his rival, lets out a small chuckling hum. "There we go. I knew you couldn't resist."
Hakuna and the complete legendary roster of the BBC are seen walking calmly out of the shattered main entrance of the pristine DDF building, their strides synchronized and completely relaxed as a colossal, dark army of howling demons rapidly approaches the outer valley of the compound…
Elsewhere…
…On the Lower Courtyard Sector…
The civilian evacuation zones are a scene of pure, unadulterated panic. Debris rains down from the outer reinforced walls as the ground violently quakes under the stampede of the approaching monsters.
A girl is seen running frantically through the dusty corridors and pathways, her tactical headset flashing as she desperately guides the fleeing staff and low-level personnel to the underground blast shelters.
She, Tshegofatso, turns back toward the crowd, waving her arms urgently as she beckons, "Come on, everyone! Keep moving! This way, on the double!"
Suddenly, a massive shadow drops over the courtyard. A colossal, multi-eyed Kaiju Class Demon bursts through the secondary security barrier, its massive obsidian jaws dripping with acidic saliva as it stampedes at terrifying speeds directly towards her and the large group of defenseless people she has just gathered in the open plaza.
Tshegofatso freezes, her heart hammering against her ribs. Looking at the sheer terror in the eyes of the recruits behind her, she forces a brave smile, shouting a deliberate white lie over the roar of the monster to keep them from fracturing into absolute hysteria. "Alright, stay calm! We'll be completely fine right here! The Founding Members are on site, and they are going to save us all!"
The titanic Kaiju Class Demon lets out an earth-shattering roar, its massive claws tearing up the concrete as it closes the distance, plunging downward to crush the girl into oblivion.
The massive beast is a mere single meter away from Tshegofatso's face, the wind of its descent tearing at her clothes—when it suddenly, instantaneously vanishes from existence.
BOOM!
A localized shockwave erupts where the monster's torso used to be. Hakuna is seen calmly descending to the shattered ground, his right fist lowered as a dense cloud of evaporating demon residue drifts away from his knuckles. He had crossed the entire sector and destroyed the massive Level 10 beast in a single, effortless blow before anyone could even blink.
Dumisile, one of the newly appointed junior recruits watching from the shelter entrance, rubs her eyes in absolute disbelief, muttering under her breath, "Who… who on earth is that guy? He didn't even use an aura weapon."
Neo, standing nearby with her tactical data pad tracking the sudden drop in hostiles, looks at the screen in pure awe as she replies, "That… that's him. That's the missing 7th Founding Member."
Dumisile stares at Hakuna's broad back, a profound sense of humility washing over her as she says, "So that is the true, unyielding difference between us and them. As young as they practically are, their foundational level of strength is nothing short of godlike."
Julia, another elite recruit standing in the defensive line, tightens her grip on her sidearm, her voice tight with respect as she adds, "And that is exactly why, even though they're practically kids compared to the rest of us, they command more absolute respect than the oldest of our colleagues in the high command."
Suddenly…
The sky above the plaza darkens as the ambient light is swallowed by a freezing, oppressive spiritual pressure.
Spektra, the leading Humanoid Class Demon of the assault force, manifests in mid-air, floating gracefully above the rubble. His pale skin glows with an unholy radiance, and his multiple wings twitch as he announces his presence to the battlefield. "Well, well, well… if it isn't the mythical Vessel of Psycha himself."
Hakuna stands perfectly still among the debris. With a single, subtle twitch in his left brow, he looks up at the floating entity, his voice remaining flat and completely unimpressed. "I haven't heard anyone use that specific title in quite a while. You're most definitely one of the higher-tier Humanoid Demons… an Angel Blood Variant at that."
Tshegofatso looks up at the creature, her mind racing frantically as she thinks to herself, "Humanoid Class? Oh no… that's the single most intelligent and dangerous class of demon in the textbook!"
Spektra lets out a chilling, melodic laugh, bowing slightly to the prince in mid-air. "How very astute of you."
Hakuna slowly drops his hands to his sides, and for the first time in a year, he begins to actively flare his internal energy. A dense, vibrating pressure ripples outward from his boots, instantly cracking the surrounding pavement and blowing the dust away in perfect concentric circles.
He looks up, his eyes glowing with a sharp, terrifying intensity as he concludes, "I haven't actually had a proper chance to test out my physical strength since my training started a year ago… Entertain me."
Meanwhile…
…At the Main Command Roof…
High above the unfolding chaos of the front plaza, Super is seen standing leisurely on the edge of the roof silhouette against the crimson sky, his hands tucked casually into his pockets.
He blinks, looking down at the empty spot where Hakuna had been standing a microsecond prior. He notices Hakuna's sudden disappearance, muttering to himself, "And he vanished into the fray. Again. Typical."
SHIIING!
A massive, towering Kaiju demon suddenly materializes out of a spatial rift directly behind Super's exposed back, its massive blade-like appendages raised to cleave him in two.
Super doesn't even bother to turn around to face the threat. As his own energy begins to hum beneath his skin, he says casually to the open air, "Doesn't matter anyway. Just as long as that idiot stays out of my line of fire."
THUD.
Before the monster's blade can even begin its downward trajectory, the massive head of the Kaiju demon is seen cleanly falling to the ground in front of Super's boots, its body disintegrating into ash behind him.
Down on the main courtyard steps, the rest of the BBC roster—Enzo, Freddie, Bodega, Rems and MXO—are seen walking outside in perfect formation in front of the main building entrance just as Super effortlessly drops down from the roof, landing cleanly in front of them.
Super straightens his collar, reporting with a careless wave of his hand, "Hakuna's already off doing something completely reckless on his own again. Left us the scraps."
Enzo checks his tactical gauntlet, a calm, confident expression on his face as he replies, "It's fine. Let's just use this opportunity to show him that we haven't needed his help in a very long time."
The moment the words are spoken, Super's demeanor shifts into absolute focus. He charges his internal energy, a brilliant aura enveloping his frame as he raises his dominant left arm into the air, his fingers locking into a specific, high-density combat formation.
He locks his eyes onto the approaching army of thousands of Level 10 beasts and declares, "Forced Palm Technique: Sonic Boom!"
With a sharp, violent flick of his middle finger, Super releases the compressed kinetic force.
CRAAAAACK!
An intense, catastrophic atmospheric pressure equal to the force of an actual, concentrated Sonic Boom—a shockwave powerful enough to level entire metropolitan cities—is unleashed directly into the vanguard of the approaching army of demons. The visible wave of displaced air rips through the coordinates like a hot knife through butter, instantly vaporizing hundreds of Level 10 Ogres and clearing a massive, miles-long path straight through the enemy lines.
Before the smoke can even clear from Super's massive opening salvo, MXO begins to step forward from the group. His expression is entirely neutral, his posture relaxed.
The surrounding personnel watch intently as the boy, who famously remains quiet and detached most of the time, takes a single step toward the remaining thousands of roaring monsters. He raises his right arm, his voice dropping into a flat, absolute whisper.
"Wipe."
As the word leaves his lips, he smoothly flicks his forearm down toward the right.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The reaction is instantaneous and absolute. The moment his arm moves, every single one of the thousands of approaching demons within his field of vision is violently detonated from the inside out. The entire valley terrain behaves entirely like a massively triggered, pre-planned minefield, exploding in a cascading sequence of pure destructive energy that leaves absolutely nothing but ash and craters in its wake. The entire army is dismantled in a single gesture.
Super lowers his hand, a look of genuine appreciation on his face as he comments, "Ahh… looks like I haven't been the only one putting in serious work and getting stronger over the past year."
MXO lowers his arm, his voice calm as he replies, "Yeah. What Hakuna did back then… giving us that brief taste of our true, unmitigated full potential… it really opened my eyes to what we can become. Now, I just want to see and reach the strongest version of myself a lot sooner."
Super lets out a confident laugh, nudging the fighter beside him. "I like that mentality. What about you, Freddie? You getting fired up?"
Freddie, scanning the smoking valley and noticing that the anticipated tactical threat level was supposed to consist of high-tier Angel Blood variants, sighs as he kicks a piece of rubble away. "Man, that was way too easy. I barely even got to stretch my—"
Before he can even finish the word 'muscles,' the sudden realization of a spatial anomaly dawns on all of them at the exact same time.
CRASH!
Suddenly, without warning, Hakuna's body is seen being violently flung backward at mach speeds straight past them, crashing headfirst through the reinforced double doors of the main building from the inside out. He skips across the concrete floor like a stone over water before coming to a halt in a pile of filing cabinets.
Freddie stares at the hole in the wall, his brief worries about a boring fight instantly alleviated as he lets out a loud, booming laugh. "Ha! Now that is incredibly nostalgic! Just like old times!"
Hakuna, completely and utterly unharmed by the impact—as being sent flying was simply a brief moment where he was caught completely off guard by Spektra's strange speed—pushes the cabinets off his chest, his voice muffled by the dust as he snaps, "Shut up, Freddie."
As he says this, he easily stands up, brushing the concrete powder off his wide shoulders with an irritated sigh.
Through the massive cloud of smoke rising from the courtyard plaza, Spektra calmly walks out into view, his dark wings flared as he begins a grand, villainous monologue. "The all-powerful, legendary BBC… using minimal, effortless force to completely wipe out an entire army of my vanguard elite. I must say, your terrifying reputation truly precedes you—"
"That's quite the extensive amount of property damage you've caused there…"
Bodega interjects seamlessly, stepping directly into Spektra's line of sight. The moment he takes his stance, his hair begins to glow with a brilliant, supernatural light, the energy tracing itself slowly and perfectly along the precise streaks of his cornrows like liquid neon.
He looks at the shattered pillars of the headquarters, his voice dropping into a chilling, absolute tone as he continues, "And since there's absolutely no structural way for a creature like you to ever pay back the budget for it…"
His aura violently flares outward. An intense, heavy wave of pure gravitational pressure rolls all around the courtyard, cracking the remaining glass and forcing Spektra to pause mid-sentence.
Bodega slowly raises his right hand to his face, his fingers forming a traditional, lethal stance as he looks directly at the demon through the narrow gap of his raised index and middle finger, concluding with an icy finality:
"Your blood will suffice."
He snaps his two fingers closed.
ZIP!
In less than a microsecond, Bodega instantly disappears from his spot and manifests directly above Spektra's head, bringing down a devastating, high-density punch laced with pure spatial pressure straight onto the demon's crown.
CRACK!
Watching from the shattered doorway, Hakuna's eyes widen slightly as he thinks to himself, "Woah… hold on. That is a massive amount of raw power output. He's completely evolved his baseline."
Spektra is seen desperately leaping backwards across the pavement, his white skin cracking as he mutters in shock, "Incredible! Such physical velocity!"
But before the demon can even complete the compliment, Bodega breaks the sound barrier again. He instantly appears in his blind spot, brutally ramming the side of Spektra's head with the full weight of his hardened forearm.
BOOM!
Spektra gets violently flung horizontally away across the plaza like a ragdoll.
But Bodega isn't done. Moving faster than the demon's trajectory, he materializes directly above the flying form and instantly kicks him straight down into the ground with a thunderous impact that leaves a massive crater in the center of the courtyard.
Spektra coughs up a thick stream of dark fluid as he slowly stands up within the dust, a manic, twisted smile breaking across his broken face as he says, "Outstanding… you all are absolutely outstanding! So much raw, unadulterated power in such tiny mortal vessels!"
Bodega lands softly on the edge of the crater, his glowing cornrows illuminating the dark air. He looks down at the creature, his voice flat as he responds, "You're completely lost right now, aren't you?"[1]
Spektra tilts his head, his multi-eyed face appearing genuinely confused by the statement. "What do you mean by that, mortal?"
Bodega slowly moves both of his arms towards the exact center of his chest in a precise, fluid clockwise motion, his energy compressing into a singular geometric point as he concludes the trap:
"Prism."
SHING!
Instantly, a flawless, translucent geometric barrier manifests directly around Spektra's frame, locking the Humanoid Demon into a completely isolated pocket of space where he is permanently stuck in a paradox between sensing an action and being physically able to react to it—rendering him entirely unable to move a single muscle.
Bodega steps closer to the edge, his voice echoing with the authority of an executioner. "You are now completely trapped in an artificial space existing entirely between sensation and reaction. Your signals are going everywhere, but your body is going absolutely nowhere. I control every coordinate within this space. I rule this domain. And with a single, simple clasp of my hand… I can crush you to your absolute death."
Without waiting a single second more, Bodega sharply closes his raised hand into a tight fist.
SNAP.
The geometric prism instantaneously implodes inward with absolute, reality-breaking pressure, completely deleting the space inside. The Level 10 Humanoid Demon is instantly compressed into nothingness, leaving absolutely no trace of his physical or spiritual existence behind on the battlefield. The air snaps back into place with a quiet pop.
Hakuna walks out of the ruined doorway, dusting off his arms as he watches the empty crater. He mutters under his breath, his voice laced with a strange mixture of pride and amusement, "Man… now I can finally see exactly why the lower ranks think we're a bunch of actual gods."
Super shifts his weight, turning his head toward him with a look of utter, unadulterated confusion as he utters, "Huh? What the hell are you talking about, Popeye?"
Fade out…
End of Episode 78
[1] Spektra, had fully thought that each attack was from a different member of the BBC, but he had only been attacked by Bodega in this sequence.