Titan Rumble Ch 19: Omega Vs Alpha!

(Yuna) I stared down at the floor, blinking a few times like that might somehow clear the disbelief fogging my brain. Was he serious? Cain,

(Yuna)

I stared down at the floor, blinking a few times like that might somehow clear the disbelief fogging my brain.

Was he serious?

Cain, standing there—or specking there, let's be real—on the wooden floor of the dojang, arms crossed like he was about to settle a disagreement in a board meeting, not challenge five Alphas to a straight-up fight.

One Omega. Five Alphas. No Mindscape.

This wasn't like the sparring matches we held in dreamspace, where power and size were equalized and I could meet him blow for blow. This was real. The kind of real where a single flake of dead skin falling from my elbow could flatten him if I wasn't careful. The kind of real where even my smallest toenail could skewer him like a kebab if I wasn't paying attention.

And yet, there he stood. Right between the floorboards. No bigger than a crumb. Looking like the dumbest and most confident guy in the world.

I crouched low, placing my hand on the floor to steady myself. "Cain..." I said, trying to keep the concern out of my voice. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

He turned back to look at me, and even with my Alpha eyesight, I could barely see him. But that didn't matter—because I could see his smile. That same stupid, smug, aggravating smile he always gave me when he was about to do something reckless and didn't want me to stop him.

He gave me a little wave. "Don't worry. I'll be fine. Promise."

I exhaled sharply through my nose and stood back up. "Fine," I muttered. "But don't think I'm carrying your tiny unconscious body out of here if you get stomped."

I backed away from the sparring floor, taking my place at the edge of the dojang, giving him the space he'd requested. It wasn't my right to go against the master's word—no matter how utterly insane I thought that word was.

Still, I couldn't stop my mind from racing. Why was he so confident?

Yes, I'd seen his power before—several times. He could make himself untouchable, slipping through attacks like a shadow, dodging things no one else could. But it wasn't just phasing. He called it personal nonexistence. Whatever that meant.

He also had that strange, terrifying technique—one that could seemingly erase a part of someone's body mid-fight. He once used it on me in training, and I lost control of my right leg for a full five minutes. That had been humbling. And painful. And annoying.

Still... five Alphas?

I glanced at the students standing opposite Cain. All of them looked uncertain. Even Rika—who had been the loudest skeptic a moment ago—was fidgeting. Emiko chewed her lip. Nao bounced on the balls of her feet, but even that usual nervous energy seemed dampened.

Even Satsuki looked unsure. Which honestly sent a chill down my spine. If she was second-guessing this, something was up.

I shook the thought away and stepped forward, raising my voice as I took on my usual instructor tone.

"This will be a full-combat match. Five students versus the master. The fight ends only when a participant admits defeat... or loses consciousness."

Cain didn't even flinch.

I looked from him to the others, who still hadn't moved.

"Ready..."

There was a pause—just long enough to feel the tension stretch like an old rope about to snap.

"...Fight!"

What happened next would probably go down in the history of this dojo. And possibly in the next set of cautionary scrolls about challenging someone three hundred times smaller than you.

Let's just hope it doesn't end with me having to peel Cain out of a crater with tweezers.

***

(Cain)

Okay, so real talk?

I had no idea what I was doing.

I mean, I thought I did when I told them all to come at me. It sounded cool in my head—real "main character stands against the odds" kinda moment. But now that I was standing here, alone on a floorboard, staring across what may as well have been the Grand Canyon at five Alphas just... staring back at me?

Yeah. Probably the dumbest thing I've ever done.

My mom would slap me across the face with a sandal the size of a truck if she could see me right now. My dad? He'd be howling with laughter and probably asking for his turn next. Crazy bastard. Guess I really was my father's son.

I squinted up at the towering forms in the distance. Five of them, unmoving, massive and blurry like a line of skyscrapers just waiting to collapse. The tension in the air was... weird. No one was charging. No fists. No battle cries. Just that awkward stillness before something wild.

"Interesting," I muttered under my breath, arms crossed as I tilted my head.

Were they... planning? Strategizing?

That made things more complicated—and, oddly, better. It meant they weren't underestimating me. Not completely, anyway. Maybe my tiny size didn't automatically register as "invincible speck," but they weren't just going to stomp me without thinking. That was something.

"BOOM!!!"

The thought exploded out of my head as the world shook. The floor trembled beneath my feet, and a shadow swallowed me whole. I looked up—waaay up—and was greeted by the sight of a massive, fabric-wrapped column slamming into the earth right in front of me.

A leg. A giantess-sized leg, sheathed in pristine white fabric. And above it... movement.

A mountain of a body bending down. A shadowed face coming into view. That smirk.

"Rika, wasn't it?" I asked, shading my eyes with my hand as I looked up at the towering Alpha.

She cocked her head and smiled. "You remembered my name. How sweet of you, little Master."

Even standing behind her toes, her face still loomed high above. Like some sort of smug moon just floating in orbit.

She scratched her head and sighed. "Look, I'm not really into the whole five-on-one thing. Doesn't sit right with me, you know? So, how about I take you on myself? Mono a micro."

I blinked. "You just say mono a micro?"

She grinned wider. "Sure did."

I actually chuckled a little. And just like that, any worries I had about them taking me too seriously? Gone. Nope. These girls still saw me as the fun-sized toy. Prideful, cocky, and still so sure they were the top of the food chain.

"As you wish," I said with a casual nod, watching her expression falter just a little.

There it was. That flicker of confusion. The "Wait, shouldn't he be more scared?" moment. I lived for that moment.

Rika turned her head and shouted back to the others. "None of you interfere, alright? This one's mine."

The other girls nodded—Emiko with wide eyes, Nao bouncing like she couldn't wait for her turn, and Satsuki just folding her arms like she was studying my soul. Great.

"Alright then, little guy," Rika said, lifting one enormous foot and letting it hover over me. "Or I guess I should say... little Master." She giggled at that. "Shall we get started?"

The sky above me turned into a wall of skin and sock. Canyons of flesh shifted as her foot descended, the wrinkles in her sole casting shadows longer than any alleyway. I felt the pressure before she even touched the floor—the weight of her presence alone making my bones vibrate.

I didn't move. I didn't flinch. Just looked up and grinned.

"This," I said, letting the rush of adrenaline start to kick in, "is going to be fun."

Let's see what an Alpha really thinks of personal nonexistence.

***

(The Start Of The Battle) 

For a moment, there was nothing but silence.

Rika stared down at her foot, arms resting lazily on her hips, her weight shifted ever so slightly to the side. She hadn't stepped down too hard—barely applied pressure, really. After all, this was her master, supposedly. Whatever that meant. Some kind of honorary title? Or maybe it was just a bad joke Yuna was in on.

Either way, Rika was pretty sure the little guy should've been flattened, or at least winded. And yet...

She lifted her foot, tilting it to the side, expecting to see a tiny, unmoving dot on the polished floorboards. But there was nothing. No Cain. Not even a stain.

She blinked, frowned, then turned the foot toward her. Checked the sole.

Still nothing.

"Huh?" she muttered, confused. "Where the hell—"

"Looking for someone?" a voice said casually, right next to her left ear.

Her eyes went wide.

"What the—!?"

Her head whipped around, her enhanced vision catching something—someone—moving across the white fabric of her uniform's collar, right where her shoulder met her neck. The tiny blur of black and pale skin. Cain. Standing there like he'd just taken a walk up her damn spine.

She didn't even think.

Her right hand shot up and slapped her shoulder with a WHAM, fingers spread wide, aiming to squash the smug little bastard before he got any ideas.

But—

"Over here."

The voice came again—this time in front of her face.

Her hand froze midair, eyes darting forward.

There. Suspended just above her nose. A dot in the air—Cain, hovering like some tiny phantom. His body rotated slowly, weightless. His right fist was clenched, the skin around it glowing faintly red, tendrils of steam rising off of it in lazy curls.

And he was looking right at her.

Rika blinked. Was he... actually going to hit her? Like, with his fist?

Was that even going to do anything?

Her brain tried to rationalize, to laugh it off. A being that small? It'd be like getting stung by a mosquito with a good gym membership at most. Maybe annoying at best, heck she probably wouldn't even feel it. She didn't flinch, didn't lift her arms to block.

She didn't even get the chance to regret that.

Cain vanished. Just blinked out of sight. A heartbeat later—BANG!

A shockwave rippled across the room, and the next thing anyone saw was Rika's body launched sideways. Her cheek caved inward from the impact, her arms flailing as her heels dragged across the wooden floor, gouging twin trails behind her until she slammed down with a grunt and a crash that echoed across the entire dojo.

"Whoa!" Emiko shouted.

"No freakin' way..." Nao breathed, eyes wide.

Satsuki didn't say a word, but even her brows were lifted, arms uncrossing slightly as if she didn't trust what she'd just seen.

Yuna's mouth had fallen open. She felt that impact from across the dojo. Like a thunderclap concentrated in a single point—Cain's fist. Her hand instinctively rose to her cheek, mirroring where Rika had been hit. It was red. Crimson blooming against Rika's otherwise pale skin.

And in the middle of the dojo, standing dead center on the floor, was Cain.

His body trembled slightly from the exertion, steam still curling from his fist. His hair was wind-blown, his expression unreadable—but those eyes? Focused. Calm. Sharp.

The Omega looked up at the towering Alpha slowly rising from the ground, her hand pressed against her cheek in disbelief.

And then, Cain spoke. Voice low. Confident.

"I'll say it again..." he said, raising his steaming fist. "You all should come at me."