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[center][color=#DCF900][u][b]Park Eun-Oh[/b][/u][/color][/center]
[center]Dirty Alleyway, District 19[/center]

Authority exceeding the heavens.

Strength beyond that of 100,000 men.

At the trumpets call, he triumphantly returns. Such was the cry Park silently let out towards the object of his worship. One year ago, on that fateful day, he was enthralled by the tales told of his god, of the wise proverbs spoken by the once man, of the liberator of his country. 

That day, he pledged himself to these three things: Duty, Honor, and Country.

For that, he carried within him an oath to accumulate strength, to fulfill his duty, to bring harmony to both physical and spiritual realms. Such was the duty of a shaman, and he proudly carried his mission out. 

He would not ignore any injustice, from both the living and the dead, such an act would be an unwashable taint towards his honor. Such a thing would be the dereliction of his own God-given duty. 

With pride he will carry on the rites and traditions of his homeland, even in this foreign land, he would advertise the strength of his nation. 

So in the face of such an adversary, one who seemed to be drowning in sin, he would not, could not ignore the suffering souls that seemed chained to this realm by the blonde haired man. Such a disturbance must pay, and Park's duty, passed on for generations was always to appease the spirits, to bring peace to both worlds by doing so.

In any other circumstance, a fight between an adolescent young boy and an adult would seem hardly fair. Even in Academy City, where the impossible seems to pervade every corner of this city, there are simply too many things that stack the advantage towards the adults. Experience, height, development, and more make such a fight obvious in the eyes of many.

However, magic was created so the untalented could do the same as those with talent. 

Park suddenly ceased his rummaging about, having finally found what he was looking for. Donning a military cap and a pair of aviators, he looked up in response to his object of ire.

And behind that inscrutable pair of aviators, one could see his eyes widen in surprise.

His mouth dropped open in surprise before morphing into an expression of indignation.

[color=#DCF900]"Hey! That's cheating!"[/color]

Frown creasing his young face as he stuck a homemade corn cob pipe into his mouth.

[color=#DCF900]"You're supposed to talk for a really long time about how you're a bad guy and stuff when the hero comes in,"[/color] Park whined [color=#DCF900]"now you ruined everything!"[/color]

Seemingly irate and satisfied with his preparations, Park quickly stuffed any item that may have flown out back into his bag before quickly striking multiple poses before settling into a simple stance. Arms crossed and feet at shoulder length, he smirked as he tried to emit from himself an aura of smug superiority.

[color=#DCF900]"My name is Facies 163, Through Discord I bring Harmony"[/color]

Once again flashing through a series of childish poses straight out of a sentai show, he ground his feet into the ground, what little muscles he had bulging from the sheer pressure and strength he was pumping into his childish frame.

[color=#DCF900]"Evildoer! The spirits call to me, they wail in agony about your wretched sins, their cries echo through the hallowed streets of this city, screaming of the great injustice done by you!"[/color]

Eyes flare up with determination, a fire raging behind the aviators, promising justice for all those wronged souls.

[color=#DCF900]"In the name of Dangun, Sungmo, and Douglas MacArthur, I will punish you!"[/color]

The pavement underneath his feet cracked as he launched himself towards the blonde, fist raised to strike. 

Within this young child, the very essence of his god lit up. Having consumed his fetish, having gained the essence of Macarthur and placed it within his body, having become a living idol of his god, he gained the 'authority' of his object of worship. For his god, who stood even beyond the Emporer of Japan, the symbol of the unity of this country, and stood at the top of the heavens, MacArthur could be said to be even beyond that of 'God'.

By using the 'authority' given to him, by using the 'strength' of all the men underneath the flag of MacArthur, the weak punch that Park threw, could be compared to the output of a nuclear bomb.

[color=#DCF900]"Take this! Little Boy Smash! 15 Kiloton Punch (500%)!"[/color]

Even with such an attack, no serious harm shall come to his opponent. His duty was the bring harmony to both mortal and spiritual realms, not to expand the latter.

Such an act, even with all the sincerity Park could muster, would not deny the comical nature of such an encounter. In effect, it was a replication of the Pyol'sin Gut. Only retribution and pain shall befall the unfortunate blonde as Park appeased the spirits.

[@AngelofOctober]