Junpei awakened his Persona!
With that, he had gained the power to stand against "Joy" and "Anger," but from their point of view, it was infuriating beyond words.
Unlocking Community Max right at the start? Had his conscience died along with his mother?
"That’s a bit too far with the mother insults..."
"Ah, sorry★"
There was a brief commotion.
NG, NG!
Slate it again, and start!
-Clack!Clack!
Charging in with twin swords in both hands as if clapping a slate, "Joy"'s sword strike brushed past Junpei.
As the interlocking blades collided, a pleasing impact rang out.
"What do you mean, slate!"
"Say hello. These are my personal slates, "Soy Sauce" and "Mokya"★"
"Then I’ll introduce my friends too. My right hand is "Yellow Springs," and my left is "Sleep.""
-Pow!
Struck by Junpei’s right fist, "Joy" toppled over and immediately went snore- snoring.
Was the dream world the road to the underworld? From a Freudian (bullshit) perspective, where unconsciousness meant the death of the soul, that wasn’t entirely wrong.
What a novel interpretation.
"Ah! Did I mix it up? Was it the other way around?!"
"It’s your right, but that guy’s left."
So something that looks red to me can be blue to someone else!
Ah, yes. The distinction between right-wing and left-wing must be no different.
In the end, aren’t they both just bastards who eat up taxes and do shit-ass things?
"At this rate...just a simple beast!"
"Woof woof!"
"Anger" had indeed become a beast, just as said.
It had transformed into a vicious Chihuahua, baring its teeth at everything it saw.
This ill-omened beast was famous for having stirred up trouble online for the past five years using the IP 110.12, and the world would be better off turning it into dog meat as soon as possible.
-Flop
"Poo-bubububububut."
"Grrrr!! Yip yip yip yip!!"
While Junpei was busy giving belly rubs to the belly-up Chihuahua, a police officer appeared from somewhere and slapped handcuffs on his wrists.
"I thought there weren’t any police in this setting!"
"I’m not police."
"Then what are you?"
"A suspiciously rich pervert. You’re under arrest on charges of sexually harassing a Chihuahua, Yoshino Junpei★"
How could one not lament the present state of affairs, where even public authority had become a lackey of the filthy rich pervert!
We should all beware the materialism rampant in modern society and keep our distance from furry beasts.
After pinning the pathetically struggling Junpei to the ground, "Joy" pressed a knee down on his neck.
"Kraaaah!! Kraaah!! Nobara!! Yuji!! Fushiguro!!! Gojo-sensei!!! Mom!!! Mahito!!!"
"Say you want to live!!!"
"I can't breathe!!!!"
Little by little...I can’t breathe....
Just for giving a Chihuahua a belly rub, he was going to die from police brutality. Was it really okay to treat a person worse than a dog like this?
Junpei, defeated by materialism and now truly able to empathize with the suffering of Black people who had even faced racism, felt that in his bones.
"You’re not Black, you nigga. You fucking Japanese bastard★"
"A lot of people don’t know this, but I’m half Black."
"There’s no sign of it anywhere★?"
"Below the waist!"
There is only one answer.
No matter how much money you have, no matter how much of society’s power structure you are, in front of a bullet, everyone is equal!
As if answering that anger, a liberating warrior who sounded the drum of social warning, Nigga (not Nika), possessed Junpei’s body.
"Go, Personaaaa!"
-Bang!
Junpei, who aimed the summoning device he was holding at "Joy"’s watermelon head and pulled the trigger, unleashed the power of the Gun.
Unfortunately, instead of awakening a Persona, "Joy" collapsed with a hole blown through its head.
It seemed it lacked the qualifications to awaken a Persona.
"I’ll overturn this rotten world first."
A world of inverted colors, where Black people become white and white people become Black.
Lincoln’s death in 1865, and the 150 years since then...! The suffering we Black people have had to endure!
Taking up the karmic burden of his ancestors, white people would from now on have to make their living in pure white cotton fields that resembled their own skin.
"Cut the bullshit!"
"W-what?"
"What do you mean, overturn the world!"
Looking toward the direction of the voice, "Anger" was walking out with a black coat and a fedora.
And yet, dressed all in black, it couldn’t empathize with the suffering of Black people!
This fucking racist!
"You’re trying to interfere with the path of the Black Heavenly Demon!"
"I’ve come to judge you for mocking students and citizens. I am "Anger.""
"That name sounds...a little..."
"Shut up!"
Even if it was a fucking racist, "Anger" was no easy opponent.
Now was the time to unleash his true power.
With a zzzing-, Junpei’s entire body, wrapped in black scale, turned black.
"That’s...!"
"Do you know why Black people are strong?"
That’s because they’re constantly in a state of [Full-Body Black Flash]!
Miguel Oduor’s strength, surviving ten minutes against the so-called strongest, Gojo Satoru, proves it.
"You can wrap yourself in Black Flash too, right?"
"Niggigigik. Only a select few strong ones can..!"
"Hmph. Even so, you’re only half-Black! I’m all-black fashion! Historically, a half-nigga can’t stand against a pure-blood nigga, as shown in the Drake vs. Kendrick Lamar diss battle drawn in the Watermelon Dojo!"
"Even if I’m a half-breed, I’m enough to deal with a bitch like you."
So sensitive to racism, yet utterly unconcerned with sexism!
What hypocrisy was this?
But strength is, by nature, the power to force one’s own bullshit through. If you wanted to point out the contradiction, you’d have to break him first.
-Pow!Bang!Pow!
Once the hand-to-hand fight began, the difference became obvious.
Before the overwhelming power of Full-Body Black Flash, "Anger" was powerless.
The rapid flurry of blows, leaving black afterimages, battered and destroyed her body all over.
"Tch!"
"What do Black people do when they cum?"
"Uh... get startled?"
"Black people can’t cum. If you beg your master to let you off, you’ll get whipped without mercy."
And here came the secret weapon: a surprise gag that would startle Black people.
As the brutal fighting spirit mixed with bits of tiny humor here and there, "Anger"’s resistance visibly faded.
It was a match whose outcome was obvious to anyone, and with confidence in hand, Junpei shouted arrogantly.
"Japanese women should go home and make miso soup and cook rice!"
"This is as far as it goes. As a "woman.""
"What?"
"At last, by the rules of the battlefield (the ghetto), I’ll face you!"
Deciding hand-to-hand combat was hopeless, "Anger" pulled something big and beautiful out from inside its coat.
"AK-47!"
"Did you know that more than half of Black deaths are caused by other Black people?"
Truly, black-on-black crime.
Black people are the ones who save Black people, but Black people are also the ones who kill Black people.
And in a fight between Black people, the one with the gun always wins.
-Ratatatatatat!!
"Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh!"
The muzzle of the AK-47, ruler of the backstreets, spewed fire as iron bullets ravaged Junpei’s body.
Living up to its name, Junpei shouted "Agh!" forty-seven times before collapsing into a human sieve.
As soon as Junpei fell, police who had been hiding somewhere sprang out and gave "Anger" a celebratory lift.
"Hooray~ Hooray~"
"Detteroge~"
"The birth of the alleyway guardian, desuung★"
"Ahh....the humiliation of just watching...I won’t forgive it!"
Picking up the many "Joy"-stained stones clinging to her, "Anger" hurled them at Junpei.
A mountain of stone dolls smeared with the green filth they had shit out piled higher and higher, crushing Junpei beneath it.
"Shit-loving freaks should just eat shit, deshyaat!"
"Debogek★"
A vicious method to bury the already defeated Junpei in filth and seal him away.
Just as he was about to be trapped here forever-
"Ahh...it was a long, long time of humiliation."
"!!"
Junpei got back to his feet.
"How! You should have died after shouting "Agh" forty-seven times!"
"Scroll up and count carefully. I shouted exactly forty-six times."
He had burned through forty-six of his forty-seven lives, but Junpei had revived with his last remaining one-coin.
Not forgetting the humiliation, his eyes turned jet-black and the air around him changed entirely.
"Now it’s time to return as Yoshino Junpei, the Sea God."
-Thoom!
As he stomped once, heaven and earth turned over and everything except him bowed its head.
"Kraaaah★!"
"This pressure is..."
"Sea God’s Overlord Step."
Having subdued the sea that covers more than half of this earth, it would not be an exaggeration to say all things kneel beneath my feet.
"Sea God Heaven-Splitting Palm."
-Boom!
Heaven above, earth below, I alone am honored. Beneath the heavens, only I am worthy.
Even the laws of the world cannot bind me.
I will shatter the arrogant sky and truly stand above it all.
"Sea God - Death Beam (Vortex)."
-Zzzzt!
"Just slapping a name on everything doesn’t make it martial arts, you idiot!"
"My word is law, and truth itself. Why would I not be able to create a martial art of my own? By not clinging to form, I finally find true freedom."
Who would dare stop the Sea God’s steps?
Ranging across the battlefield, Junpei used Sea God Art to destroy everything in his path. Destroy. It. All.
Even when "Joy" and "Anger" tried their hardest to interfere, Sea God Junpei merely snorted and waved a hand, turning everything back into nothing.
Only then did the two realize that something was going wrong.
The absolute laws of this "palace" were not working on him.
'Our comedy...'
'It’s all being broken through★!'
Awakening a Persona means bringing the power of the heart into reality.
From the moment he awakened, Junpei had already satisfied the conditions to oppose the "superhuman."
Like Takaba, who had nullified damage and beaten his opponent one-sidedly through countless "simulations," Junpei had gained an equal authority.
If there were two powers that could materialize amusing fantasies and force them onto an opponent, then the "rules" would be nullified.
Their imaginations were in a state of saturation, each pushing against the other in a back-and-forth struggle.
And if the conditions were equal, victory would be decided by mental fortitude.
'This guy, what kind of mental image is that...!'
'Ahaha, that’s terrifying★'
By now, Junpei’s "will" had surpassed Takaba’s "desire."
"Joy" and "Anger" were no longer Junpei’s match.
'We...'
'Takaba...'
Are losing...!
"Sea God Annihilation Orb!"
-KWAANG!
Junpei’s final attack swept over "Joy" and "Anger."
At that same time.
In another space, a little farther away.
"Haa...what do I do."
Itadori Yuji was wandering through an darkness so deep he could not see a single thing ahead.
'How far does this even go?'
Ever since he first fell here, he had been trapped in this place.
With his sight paralyzed, he had walked by instinct for what felt like three hours.
Still, there was no sign of an exit appearing.
He thought it was all over, and then something like this happened at the very end.
He must have underestimated Kenjaku too much.
'Kenjaku...'
Was that guy in here too?
He hoped the other allies were safe.
If only he could get out quickly and go help them.
"Ah- what do I do..."
Just as he was stamping his feet in frustration, the nearby space suddenly cracked with a sharp crack.
Through the split opening, pure white light poured in and shone on his eyes.
"!"
Who is it.
An enemy? Or an ally?
Or had an exit finally appeared?
-Crackle-crack!
Before long, the split opening collapsed completely, and someone appeared in front of him.
"Itadori?"
"Oh..."
Recognizing the familiar face, a bright look spread across Yuji’s face.
Finally!
And Yuji was not the only one waiting for that someone.
"Kyehwal."
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