**Chapter 6: The Final Exam: Hellboar Titan (With Extra Explosions and Divine Freakouts)**
**MC POV**
The ground split open like a cheap action movie set as the Hellboar Titan thundered forward, its tusks gleaming like molten lances forged in the depths of some gourmet hell. Each step shook the sand beneath my feet, sending tremors through the island that made the nearby waves crash harder, as if the ocean itself was screaming, "Nope, I'm outta here!" The beast's scales shimmered with an oily, metallic sheen, catching the fading sunlight like a disco ball of doom. Its glowing red eyes locked onto us, radiating a hunger that said, "You two look like a tasty appetizer."
Its roar shredded the air—a guttural, bone-rattling bellow that sounded like a volcano gargling molten lava. Birds fled the treeline in a panic, and even the coconuts seemed to quiver in fear.
Aqua, predictably, lost it. She screamed beside me, clutching her driftwood staff like it was a comfort blanket—or the last life preserver on a sinking ship. "I—I changed my mind! I vote we RUN! Like, super fast, away-from-the-giant-pig-monster run!"
I shot her a sidelong glance, my heart pounding but my resolve steeled after a year of training hell. "{Ego}, what's the math on this? Run or fight?"
{Ego}: Its cold, analytical voice buzzed in my head like a sassy calculator. "Running probability of survival: 0%. Fighting probability of survival: 14%. Additional note: User's tendency to argue with divine entities reduces survival odds by 3%. Recommendation: Focus."
"…Thanks. That's so reassuring," I muttered, tightening my fists until my knuckles cracked. Fourteen percent? That was barely better than a coin toss weighted against me. But running was out—those tusks would skewer us before we made it ten steps.
I exhaled slowly, centering myself. My Observation Haki spread out like a radar, catching the Titan's intent—every twitch of its muscles, every pulse of its killing will. My knuckles hardened, a black sheen crawling across them as Armament Haki surged, coating my fists like obsidian gauntlets. Aqua's blessing from earlier still tingled, a faint golden aura shimmering around me like a budget halo.
This wasn't the same me from a year ago, the scrawny kid who got flattened by Truck-kun. This was the me forged by a year of dodging explosive bananas, punching Sea Stone ships, and surviving Aqua's endless whining. I was ready. Mostly.
"Bring it, you oversized bacon!" I shouted, cracking my neck dramatically. Probably not my smartest move, taunting a monster that could melt sand, but style points matter, right?
The Titan charged, the ground quaking like it was auditioning for an earthquake movie.
I stepped forward, my tiny 9-year-old body buzzing with adrenaline. Here we go.
**The First Clash**
"FLOWING SEAL FIST—WATER STRIDE!" I roared, my voice cracking in that awkward kid way. I moved with the Titan's charge, my body flowing around its tusk like water around a rock, channeling Bang's Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist. The tusk missed me by inches, the wind from its swing ruffling my hair like a bad hairdryer. My fist drove into its massive leg, Armament Haki reinforcing the Knocking strike, targeting a nerve cluster I'd memorized from Jiro's techniques.
The giant limb buckled—briefly, like a skyscraper wobbling in a storm. The Titan roared, a sound so loud it made my ears ring, and shook me off like I was a pesky mosquito. I tumbled into the sand, rolling to avoid being flattened.
Its tusk came down like a guillotine, aimed right at my head.
"Sunnyyyyyy!!" Aqua shrieked, swinging her staff with all the grace of a toddler wielding a pool noodle. A golden aura burst around me, her divine blessing wrapping my body in a warm, tingly glow that felt like chugging a Red Bull mixed with holy water.
I gritted my teeth, planting my feet. The tusk slammed down, cratering the ground around me. Sand flew everywhere, and my bones screamed in protest as I raised both arms, Armament Haki flaring to block the blow. The impact shook my entire skeleton, like I'd been hit by a runaway train. But I didn't break. Not today, pork chop.
"Thanks, Aqua," I hissed through clenched teeth, my arms trembling under the weight.
Aqua blinked in shock, nearly dropping her staff. "Wha—you actually said thanks?! Are you possessed? Did the pig hit you too hard?!"
"No time!" I snapped, shoving the tusk aside with a burst of strength. "Buff me again! And maybe throw in a barrier or something useful!"
She pouted but raised her staff again, muttering, "Ungrateful mortal, making a goddess work overtime…" Another wave of golden light hit me, boosting my speed and strength like I'd just unlocked a cheat code.
**Master Art Awakens**
I kicked off the Titan's tusk, Armament surging to my legs, propelling me upward like a rocket-powered kid. "MASTER ART—HEAVENLY FLOW: MIRROR STEP!" I shouted, my voice echoing with bravado. My body flickered, blurring like a glitchy video game character, leaving afterimages that danced around the Titan's head. The beast's glowing eyes darted, confused, as it tried to track me. Ha, good luck, bacon breath!
I reappeared at its blind spot, high above its massive skull. "MASTER ART—STORM PETAL DANCE!" My fists and feet slashed out like blades, Haki arcs carving glowing lines across the Titan's armored hide. Each strike was precise, blending Bang's flowing movements with Jiro's nerve-sealing precision, targeting pressure points and weak spots. Sparks flew, scales cracked, and sizzling blood dripped onto the sand, hissing like acid.
The Titan bellowed, stumbling forward, its massive bulk shaking the beach. I landed in a crouch, panting but grinning. That had to hurt, right?
{Ego}: "Analysis: Minor damage inflicted. Titan hide durability: 92% intact. Probability of victory: 21%. User performance: Adequate but flashy."
"Only twenty-one?!" I snarled, dodging a wild swipe of the Titan's tusk that carved a trench in the sand. "And what do you mean, flashy? That was badass!"
{Ego}: "Correction: You are still stupid. Flashy attacks waste energy. Focus on efficiency or face consequences."
"Consequences like what, getting barbecued?" I muttered, glancing at the Titan.
**The Titan's Wrath**
The Hellboar Titan's mane blazed with heat, glowing like a forge. Its body swelled, steam pouring from its pores like it was about to erupt. Then—BOOM! It exhaled molten breath, a wave of fire ripping toward me like a dragon's sneeze gone nuclear.
I crossed my arms, Armament flaring to maximum, creating a black shield over my skin. The heat scorched my arms, singeing my clothes and forcing me back, my boots skidding through the sand like I was surfing on a wave of pain. "Ow, ow, OW! Aqua!! A barrier, NOW!"
"ON IT!" Aqua yelled, slamming her staff into the ground with a dramatic flourish that was probably unnecessary. A dome of shimmering blue water encased me just as the inferno crashed into it, hissing like a thousand angry teakettles. The barrier steamed, water evaporating faster than a popsicle in a microwave, and Aqua gritted her teeth, sweat pouring down her forehead like she was running a marathon. "I can't hold it forever! This thing's breath is like Satan's armpit!"
"You just need to hold it long enough!" I shouted, bracing myself inside the rapidly shrinking dome. "Don't flake out now, Goddess of Waterworks!"
She stuck her tongue out but kept the barrier up, her staff glowing brighter. "I'm not flaking! I'm divine!"
**The Counterattack**
The moment the flames died, I burst free from the barrier, legs coated in Armament for extra speed. I sprinted up the Titan's tusk, using it like a ramp, my boots barely gripping the slick surface. The beast snapped its head, trying to shake me off, but I was too fast—thank you, Aqua's buffs!
"FLOWING SEAL FIST—NERVOUS STRIKE!" I roared, slamming my fist into a cluster of nerves near its left eye, a pinpoint Knocking strike amplified by Armament. The Titan shrieked, a high-pitched wail that made my ears pop, and staggered, its massive head lowering to the ground.
Perfect opening.
I gathered everything—Observation Haki to predict its next move, Armament to harden my body, Bang's flowing motion, Jiro's precision, and Aqua's lingering buff like a divine energy drink. My Master Art condensed into one point, the culmination of a year of sweat, blood, and explosive bananas.
"MASTER ART—FINAL BLOOM: THOUSAND SUNLIGHTS!" I bellowed, my voice cracking with effort (damn this kid body). Light erupted around me, my strikes multiplying faster than thought, faster than sight—a flurry of Haki-infused punches and kicks, each one landing on a vital point. Nerves sealed. Blood vessels ruptured. Armor shattered like cheap glass. The beach glowed with arcs of energy, sand flying like a storm as I unleashed everything.
The Titan screamed, its massive body buckling under the onslaught. I poured every ounce of will into the final blow, channeling Internal Destruction Haki into its core—a technique I'd only half-mastered but was gambling on now.
BOOOOM!
The Titan's chest exploded outward in a geyser of molten blood, scales flying like shrapnel. The beast staggered, its legs trembling, then collapsed with a thunderous crash that shook the island, sending waves surging up the shore. Sand and smoke billowed, the air thick with the stench of burned flesh and victory.
**The Aftermath**
I fell to one knee, panting like I'd run a marathon in a sauna. My fists trembled from the backlash, knuckles raw and bleeding despite the Armament. My lungs burned, my vision swam, but I was alive. We were alive.
Aqua ran over, eyes wide as coconuts, her staff dragging in the sand. "Y-you… you actually did it…! You beat the giant pig from hell! Sunny, that was—wait, are you crying? Don't cry, that's my job!"
"I'm not crying!" I snapped, wiping my face (it was just sweat, okay?). I gave a bloody grin, adrenaline still pumping. "Told you… training camp wasn't for nothing. We're not the same idiots who washed up here."
{Ego}: "Observation: Probability of survival = 100%. Statement: Satisfactory. Additional note: User's tendency to gloat post-battle increases likelihood of future ambushes by 17%."
"Ha… for once, you're not being a total jerk," I said, catching my breath.
{Ego}: "Correction: I am still being a jerk. User's performance was adequate but lacked elegance. Recommendation: Practice victory poses to avoid looking like a winded toddler."
Before I could fire back, thunder cracked above us, despite the clear sky. RBG's voice boomed, dripping with that smug amusement that made me want to punch the clouds.
"Bravo! Absolutely bravo! Sunny, that was cinema-worthy—those lightshow punches? Chef's kiss! Aqua, you didn't completely suck for once, holding up that barrier like a semi-competent goddess! As a reward, I'll… hm, oh yes, I'll just drop an even nastier monster next time. Entertainment must escalate, after all~. Maybe something with tentacles. You like tentacles, right?"
I raised a trembling fist toward the sky, my voice hoarse. "RBG… I swear… I'll climb up there and kill you with my bare hands, you cosmic troll!"
Aqua clutched my arm, still shaking like a leaf in a storm. "…After we eat that boar, right? It smells kinda yummy, like spicy barbecue! We earned it!"
I blinked, glancing at the smoldering Titan corpse. The idea of eating a monster that breathed fire was… questionable, but my stomach growled in agreement. "…Okay. That's fair. Barbecue first, revenge later."
{Ego}: "Warning: Consuming Hellboar Titan meat may result in temporary fire breath or explosive indigestion. Probability of user regretting this decision: 64%."
"Great," I muttered, already dreading the heartburn. "Aqua, you're on purification duty. If I burp fire, I'm aiming at you."
She stuck her tongue out, waving her staff. "Hmph! My holy powers will make it taste like divine ribs! You'll thank me later!"
The two of us collapsed beside the Titan's corpse, the firelight of our camp flickering in the distance, casting long shadows over the beach. The sand was scorched, the air still heavy with smoke, but we'd won. The final exam was over—for now.
But I knew damn well, with RBG pulling the strings, this was only the beginning. Tentacles? Seriously? I sighed, glancing at Aqua, who was already poking the Titan's hide with her staff, muttering about "gourmet goddess recipes."
"Here's hoping the next monster doesn't have a taste for whiny goddesses," I said, smirking.
Aqua gasped, pointing at me. "Rude! I'm a delicacy, not a snack!"
{Ego}: "Correction: User and goddess are both snacks in the context of higher-tier predators. Recommendation: Train harder. Or invest in camouflage."
I groaned, flopping back onto the sand. This isekai life was going to kill me—or at least my sanity.