Creati Hero: All-Father[Completed]

Mokami's footsteps echoed through the dimly lit corridor as he entered his hidden lab, deep within the heart of a mountain. Anger and relief coursed through his veins in equal measure. Momo was safe, but the fact that he hadn't been the one to save her ate away at him.

The lab was a sanctuary for Mokami, a place where he could channel his emotions into his work and training. As the door sealed behind him, he took a deep breath, attempting to regain his composure.

He knew that dwelling on his perceived failure wouldn't help anyone, especially not Momo. Instead, he needed to focus on becoming stronger, so he could protect her and their friends in the future.

Mokami's eyes blazed with determination as he stepped into the arena, a vast chamber filled with various training equipment and several giant robots made from the hardest metals known to man. They towered over him, their mechanical bodies gleaming under the cold fluorescent lights. These machines were designed to withstand the harshest of conditions and the most formidable of opponents, but Mokami was prepared to test their limits.

As he approached the first robot, he clenched his fists, feeling the power surging within him. Mokami knew that he needed to push himself to the edge, to prove to himself that he had the strength to protect Momo, his friends, and everyone else who mattered to him. He would not let them down again.

"I can do this," he muttered under his breath, his voice filled with conviction. "I have to."

With a sudden burst of speed, Mokami lunged at the nearest robot, his fist connecting with its metallic chest with a resounding clang. The force of his blow sent the machine stumbling backward, but it quickly recovered and retaliated with a powerful punch of its own.

Mokami's eyes narrowed as he deftly dodged the attack, his body moving with a grace and fluidity that showed his training and strength. Thanks to his extensive martial arts training and the various bodily modifications he had undergone, he was able to withstand the force of the robot's blows with little to no damage. Even when the machine's fists struck him with the force of tons, his skin remained unscathed.

The sound of metal striking metal filled the arena as Mokami continued his relentless assault on the robot. Each blow he landed seemed to carry the weight of his frustration, his anger, and his determination to become a better protector.

"I won't fail again!" he roared, his voice echoing through the chamber as he delivered a devastating uppercut that sent the robot crashing into the ceiling.

As the machine fell back to the ground, Mokami wasted no time in turning his attention to the next opponent. He moved with purpose and precision, his body a blur as he darted between the robots, taking them on one by one. The ferocity of his attacks was matched only by the intensity of his resolve.

"You can't stop me!" he bellowed as he delivered a crushing roundhouse kick to another robot, the force of the impact causing it to stagger and fall.

As he continued to battle the machines, Mokami felt his frustration slowly ebbing away, replaced by a growing sense of determination. He knew that he couldn't change the past, but he could shape the future. He would become stronger, more capable, and more prepared for whatever challenges lay ahead.

With a final, thunderous punch, Mokami sent the last robot crashing into the far wall of the arena. He stood in the center of the chamber, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. His clothes were torn and his body was bruised, but the fire in his eyes remained undiminished.

Mokami made his way to the nearest seat and huffed as sweat rolled down his body. He looked at his shaking hands, his resolve stronger than ever. "I was too naive. Too naive to play fair even when I have seen the dark side of this world. Even though I knew how the events would unfold, I thought I took precautions against everyone. I am too naive. But no more. No more trusting in others. No more playing fairly."

As he muttered so, a woman slowly made her way to him from behind, with a towel in her hand. She had long, messy blonde hair that framed her face, with two buns on top, accentuating her pale, slender neck. Her large, round eyes were filled with lust, as she sniffed his body. She dropped the towel on his neck and buried her face in it, breathing in his scent deeply.

"What are you doing?" Mokami asked, maintaining his composure.

"I love the smell of sweat and determination," she purred, her voice sultry and playful. "It's intoxicating."

Mokami stared into the sultry face of the woman before him and said, "I'm not in the mood for your games right now."

She looked like a kitten who had been robbed of her toy, sulking and clinging to his arm. "You've been gone for so long, and I missed you," she pleaded. "Can't you stay with me for a while?"

Mokami's tone was firm as he shook her off. "I told you, I'm not in the mood." His rejection sent her tumbling to the ground, her appearance changing before his eyes. She now resembled a young woman with long, raven hair that cascaded over her shoulders, her face framed by a pair of stylish bangs. She had captivating, intelligent eyes and a confident smile that hinted at her resourcefulness.

"Would you prefer me like th—" she began, but her words were cut short as Mokami's hands shot out, grabbing her throat and pinning her against the wall.

"I've had enough of your games, Toga!" he growled, his eyes narrowing with irritation.

Toga gasped for breath, her eyes widening in surprise as she realized that she had pushed him too far. Mokami's grip was firm but controlled, a testament to his years of experience and discipline. His eyes betrayed a mixture of anger and disappointment, a potent combination that made it clear he would tolerate no further distractions.