Gate up me, bro.

Azmot walked onto the open field, looking at the empty landscape. It taunted him, telling him that there was not way he could defeat it, only forced to rely on the earthly sod to stay upright. Without it, he would fall into the earths core, an abyss that would surely burn him up. However, the taunts were hollow, since he was granted the ability of flight. Subconsciously, he laughed at it, inadvertently floating a couple inches off the ground. However, the awake Azmot noticed that he was floating and quickly got down, wondering why he had chosen to fly in the first place.

His unsheathed the origin which allowed him this power, his Soursodo. Eclipse shone brightly as it was released from it's prison, the shining sword almost majestic in the sunlight. Around him, four floating stones hung miserably, as if accepting their fate. Azmot planned on unleashing his newest power, but not before some precautions. Spinning once, Azmot threw his sword up in the air, allowing him a certain amount of time. Once it reached the ground, if the stones were not all destroyed, he would start over.

With a start, Azmot jumped into Sanban, completely skipping over Ichiban and Niban . His power was amplified, and he felt his strength becoming realized. Itching underneath his skin, something was begging to get out, just to unleash itself from his body. He felt this force and took it on with his sheer will, knowing that the sword was drawing closer. With a start, Azmot screamed something of primordial rage, his body stretched out in five directions as Clouds shot out of his body very pressurized and acutely, at extreme speeds and narrow beams. There was a single beam for each rock, piercing it straight through the middle.

The rocks' integrity was now compromised, but Azmot needed more. He needed more power. As he entered Yanban, three more beams appeared per rock, almost making it crumble to pieces. Azmot understood that the rock was compromised, and it crumbled to dust seconds later.

As soon as they did, The beams dispersed into harmless clouds, and Azmot was stuck with adrenaline rushing throughout his veins. Unfortunately, through this feat, he had not yet achieved the next level. His sword was seconds away from him, landing to his right as it pierced the earth from a mighty fall. As it did, a quake was felt, but not from the swords impact.

A muffled roar came as the earth cracked, an Earth Demon rising very close to his right. No time to grab his sword, Azmot unleashed clouds to propel him away. To an unfortunate result, Azmot's Soursodo had landed right on the Earth Demon's back while it was resting. Flexing his hands, Azmot shot three beams of Cloud towards the Earth demon, but unlike the floating rocks, it only pierced a foot or so before becoming harmless clouds. The earth Demon roared while Azmot truly discovered what it looked like.

It was a sand penguin. Sure, it had some other features, like it's menacing teeth, but for the most part, it was a fat, flightless bird made of Rock. It charged at Azmot in a fit of rage, attempting to squash him by a belly-flop. Releasing a large quantity of clouds at there amplified speed and power (625 MPH), Azmot knocked it on it's ass, using these very strong clouds to move him not far from the speed of sound. In an instant he was at the demon's gullet, shooting clouds at very high speeds in it's face. With one hand, he shot very strong clouds behind him, and in the other, he shot equally strong clouds in front of him; this way he was suspended and would not be flown backwards. He shot as much as he could, as hard as he could, but the Demon was very strong, too strong for this to hold it for much longer.

Calling on his inner strength, Azmot willed himself to reach the next level, tearing his limits and reaching higher. He felt it, too, a spark of the Goban. That was all he needed to reach it.

"AGGGGGHHHHHH!"

These words escaped his lips as his entire Aura changed, the clouds increasing in speed once again. Goban was ignited within him, increasing his clouds to the speed of sound! The demon's face became dust, lying in it's own mess as the body had nothing to sow it together.

Allowing himself to let go, Azmot dropped out of the gates. His whole body felt sore, but he willed himself to retrieve his Soursodo before resting. As soon as he grabbed it's handle, Azmot collapsed, taking a long needed rest.
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In the distance, a Hooded figure laughed silently as she closed her binoculars. She straddled a mysterious Air-bike as she disappeared, supposedly zooming off at very high speeds.

You are go for Goban. Also, who's the girl? A NPC?

Uh... Yeah. Plot reasons.