Son Gokū (孫悟空, Son Gokū)
The faculty to cogitate was a derivative of most if not all species' intellectual systems, and without the cognizant operations functioning correctly action would always become restricted. Deprived of the ability to process information or cognize data, anyone or anything of any species would not be able to physically or mentally take action. Unceremoniously, if the systems in place were unconscious or conscious, all biological administering systems would have soon stopped. This was the consequence of standing before the
Sage of the Monkey Kings, Son Gokū (孫悟空, Son Gokū.
Incensed rosy orbs stared directly at the man who’d become subjugated to the
Great Sage Equalling Heaven (斉天大聖, Seiten Taisei) intention. To be able to muster the stupidity, and the foolishness to confront the sage was welcomed, as the shinobi was now able to clearly witness an absolute force of nature. A force of nature unlike any other, as literal and exact as the sun and the moon. The beast is analogous to life or death – demise; permanent and inevitable. It was as if one was within the volcano, not just existing in the god-forsaken world but presently ending within it. There was an accursed redness in this domain, and it manifested in many forms that were more than traumatizing but death-inducing. Son was forged through this heat but never consumed by it because he’d learn to channel it. Since then, his resolve has grown over the millenniums of existence, and his crushing malice had substantially become known for its unmovable and heated hold. Decaying whatever subjected within the realm of doom; inside a man who was being engulfed by a vastness of lava. This very man within the prerogative of the disaster was petrified and speechless as the torridness of the world consumed all within. This was the fate of thousands before this man and will continue to be what happens when one faces the Yonbi, Son Gokū.
A realm of the temperament of the worst kind imaginable, it held no logic or reasoning for the wailing that seemingly happened within it. It was as unforgettable as a toddler’s temper tantrum but as controlled and dangerous as a military's mightiest nuclear weapon. Unforgettable and unimaginable, as the seemingly deadliest super-heated and blackened clouds suffocated the height of the volcano. Ejecting molten rock, pulverized pumice, and hot ash at one point five million tons per second, releasing one hundred times the thermal energy of atomic bombings potential of the shinobi world. The sounds ostensibly released were explosive and ostentatious, comparable to tons of fireworks going off together. Son Gokū’s appearance in the biosphere was undeniable, at the same time immovable object. All those that stood in the way of the Tailed Beast, suffered the fate of melting into the searing magma and lava.
The observant eyes of the bloodshot-tailed beast narrowed and sharpened at the moment of realizing opportunity struck. Keen like an eagle during the day and acuteness of an owl at night. With the reflexive and ridiculously massive muscles within his right leg Son kicked off the surface, propelling himself forwards at great speed causing the scorching and flesh-melting water behind him to kick up and scatter upwards to soon descend like hellfire. Through the hazy atmosphere, the beast was appearing as a silhouette through the smoke, the four-tails massive body came downwards with tremendous force and pressure. Yet, still within the air and the distance closed within a blink of time. The enormous closed fist of the rubicund-furred beast targeted downwards with stupendous haste; it was as if an ignition was behind the punch with force likened to an apocalyptic volcanic eruption that could break several bones and some into a million pieces. The red fist mimicked the sun, with such divine and holy intensity that should only belong to the heavens or those who walk in the realms of Yomi. The vigor behind the attempted impact was filled with such emanating heat that easily seared away even refined flesh, organ, bone, and metal. The fist-width would cause an epic collision to the entirety of the shinobi’s body sending him backward, launching at abrupt speeds that would even bewilder dojutsu users. The shift to the environment was also drastic with the heat of Yonbi’s body also instantaneously melting all of the ice in the distance traversed, as well as causing the vibrations from his movements to cause the stalactites to fall down. Each stalactite avoids hitting the Yonbi, but advantageously descends to land behind and around them.