The mountain forest shimmered under shafts of sunlight that sliced through the dense canopy, scattering bright columns onto the mossy floor. It could've been a painter's dream—if not for the fact that right now, it featured a kid in black combat shirt riding a scarred, grey-black bear the size of a damn car.
Jin slapped the bear's shoulder with mild annoyance.
"Oi, Kuma—are you sure you know where the fuck we're going? Half a damn day and still nothing. You better not have dragged me out here just to settle some old score you lost, you furry son of a bitch."
Kuma the bear actually talked back in a deep, grumbling voice:
"Boss, I wouldn't lie! I'm following the spot you drew for me. But there's this giant elephant thing that beat me last time… couldn't do shit against it. So I had to come get you…"
Jin snorted, but behind the scolding was amusement.
"Fine. If you're right, and that patch really has 'Bloodvine' growing, it'll be worth it. Perfect base for a high-grade tempering brew."
Three months earlier, when Kuma staggered into Jin's yard half-dead and promptly collapsed, Jin had hauled the big bastard back to patch him up.
Then the shock came: once conscious, Kuma spoke—broken, gravelly words at first, but still words.
Jin had nearly dropped the water bowl in surprise… before laughing like a lunatic.
Finally—someone to talk to. And better yet, someone who'd keep secrets.
"Old man in heaven, look at me now… teaching martial arts to a fucking talking bear," Jin had thought at the time.
By now, after weeks of recovery and daily language lessons, Kuma could hold a conversation. And Jin, never missing a chance, taught him the basics of internal force and striking power.
When asked how the hell he started talking, Kuma could only guess: he'd beaten a massive berserk ape, took serious wounds, and devoured a weird black fruit the ape had been guarding. Then got chased by the rest of the troop and barely escaped.
Jin had dragged him to the beach, tested if it was a Devil Fruit. Kuma waded in, snorted seawater, and stayed perfectly fine.
"So not a Devil Fruit… Just a damn weird world," Jin had muttered.
Now, perched on the bear's wide back, Jin swept a calculating glance across the clearing up ahead.
"Alright, Kuma. You lost here before, huh? You better not let me down again," he teased.
"Boss, there—right ahead! That's the elephant's spot. Near the rocks where I saw the Bloodvine," Kuma rumbled, his ears drooping a bit in embarrassment.
"Good. You go first—I'll watch. And hey, you lost once, so get your revenge this time!" Jin said, dead serious but eyes glinting with wicked humor.
"Boss… but it's fucking huge…" Kuma whined, his deep bear voice cracking just slightly.
"Then fight smarter. You've got me for backup, haven't you? Now get your furry ass out there!"
ROAR!
Kuma's warcry shook leaves from the branches. A heartbeat later, a shrill trumpeting answered.
From behind massive boulders, a four-meter-tall, seven-meter-long hulking elephant pounded forward. Its tusks curved over a meter each, and its leathery hide had a strange mossy-green tint.
Jin crouched on a tree branch, gaze sharp.
"Holy shit… that's a big bastard. Kuma's about four meters when standing, about eight hundred kilos… that thing's got to be a ton and a half easy. Good show, bear. Let's see what you've got."
The clearing trembled.
Kuma rose on hind legs, claws flashing. The elephant lowered its head, tusks aimed to gore right through him.
CRASH!
Bear paw smashed against tusk; the sheer force flung Kuma aside like a rag doll. He crashed into a boulder hard enough to crack it, dust spraying everywhere.
"Fuck… still too light, huh," Jin muttered.
But the bear shook his head, growled low—and charged again, eyes burning with stubborn rage.
BAM! BAM!
Claws raked the elephant's ear, tearing half of it away. The elephant shrieked, reared back—and countered with a savage, whip-like strike of its trunk.
SMACK!
The trunk slammed across Kuma's skull, sending the massive bear skidding sideways, paws digging furrows in the earth.
Before Kuma could steady himself, the elephant dropped its head again, tusks glinting, ready to gore.
Hidden in the branches, Jin exhaled, voice soft and darkly amused.
"Now that's what I'm fucking talking about… raw, stupid, beautiful violence."
His hand rested casually on the grip of the black warblade at his hip. Watching, waiting—not for Kuma's defeat, but for the exact moment to tip the fight.
This story is inspired from various fanfics i have read from around the world so if you find any similarities please dont mind . Thank you
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