help I can give you."
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The five looked at each other briefly, then Yusuke gave himself a jerk, put on his hoop and walked forward into the fog. Kurama and Piccolo forced their hands through their hoops almost simultaneously and followed Yusuke.Hiei looked contemptuously at the tire, but a look at Genkai's serious face prevented him from simply throwing it into the bushes. With a reluctant growl, he pulled it on and followed the three of them. Vegeta was the last. His fingers clutched the ring as if trying to crush it.
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He looked indecisively from Genkai to the fog, in which Hiei's outlines could only be guessed at. This suddenly stopped and turned back. "Don't say your pants are full, Vegeta!" He called back mockingly. "Not that I expected anything else from you ..."
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"You little ...", Vegeta hissed and pulled on the bracelet. "I'll show you who's got their pants down here!"
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Genkai watched him catch up with Hiei and they both disappeared into the mist. Something beeped. The old woman reached into her trouser pocket and fished out a flat object, like a powder compact. When she opened it, the mirror on the inside of the lid glowed gold and Koenma's face appeared.<br />
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"Son Gokou is on his way to hell," he said. "How far are the others?"
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"You have just entered the cave," Genkai explained.
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Koenma's face grew even more serious. "The cave ... do you think they are ready yet?"
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"To be honest, no," sighed the old woman, wiping one of her withered, pink strands from her face. "But we have no choice but to throw them in the deep end and hope they learn to swim in time before the sharks snap, right?"
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"We are running out of time," confirmed Koenma, adjusting his hat. "There are rumors that the concentration of demons around the Blood Fortress is now several thousand. My troops are at their best, but we only have a few hundred people in case the worst comes to the worst."
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"So we have to cut off the snake's head before it bites."
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Koenma nodded. "I am waiting for your report.You will receive it on the other side, won't you? "
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“If they can get there, yes.” Genkai nodded one last time at Koenma, then folded the communicator.
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"We can only hope," she muttered, looking up the mountain.
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Son Gokou wasn't sure what to expect. After stepping through the gate into Koenma's office, he suddenly found himself on a narrow, stone bridge that led through a cold, glaringly lit gorge to a huge, golden gate, on which the large "Entrance to Damnation" read was standing.
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A wind as sharp and cold as a thousand needles howled wailingly around the bridge and did not make the march any more comfortable. Gokou turned around briefly, but the passage to Koenma's office was gone. Instead, an abyss yawned behind him, from which a threatening crackle and crackle could be heard.The message was clear: there was no going back.
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Gokou scratched his head, but unlike usual, his hand did not brush the halo. Even so, he did not feel alive, it was rather as if a weight of leaden lay on his shoulders. Something itched on his forehead, and when his fingertips touched the mark of guilt, a few painful sparks jumped out. Startled, Gokou withdrew his hand. Now he understood. The burden of his faked crimes pressed him down, at the same time he felt how it pulled him towards the golden gate. Here he belonged and only here.
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He walked slowly across the bridge, unimpressed by the wind. A few small stones loosened and disappeared in the diffuse, blue-white light of the abyss. The further Gokou progressed, the more urgent the call of hell became, the more ardent the desire to atone, to be punished, to be able to purify oneself. He realized with discomfort that it would not be easy for him to escape his role as a cruel criminal.<br />
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When he stood in front of the gate and held out his hand to the large ring that was attached to it as a door knocker, he felt something like relief. If all criminals are like him, it was no wonder that there were no additional security measures such as guard demons or the like.
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His fingertips wrapped around the ring, but before he could lift it, there was a dull rumble and the two mighty gate wings shook. Gokou stepped back and was amazed to see a wide slit open between them. Blood red light shone from it and the call was stronger than ever. Gokou swallowed hard and stepped into the light.
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For a moment he couldn't see where he was. But his eyes quickly got used to the omnipresent firelight. Not that there were many fires here, the red, somewhat erratic light hung like a bell over the entire, desolate plain, which was criss-crossed by numerous gorges and crevices.<br />
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“Welcome to Hell.” Gokou winced and quickly turned around. It wasn't often that someone could approach him unnoticed. Behind him stood a medium-sized figure in a dark red robe. It was neither a person nor a demon, because the being seemed to consist purely of darkness, which on a whim, had shaped arms and head. Feet could not be seen from under the hem of the robe and it could not hide the fact that there was no face. Only two pitiless eyes, which regarded Gokou's figure indifferently, glowed red in this night-black oval, which looked like a mask and yet was not a mask. The look that made Gokou shiver stopped at the symbol on his forehead.
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"Aha, someone like that again," said the soundless voice. "Follow me!"
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Gokou was no one else to obey orders, but the mark on his forehead burned like fire and his legs moved without his intervention to follow the shadow that hovered over the dark sand in front of him.<br />
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Afterward, Gokou couldn't tell how long it had taken them to reach a particular gorge. Without pausing, his guide forced Gokou to step over the edge with him. The shadow creature simply floated down through the air, while Gokou, who had somehow lost the ability to fly, whizzed down like one and hit the stony bottom of the gorge painfully. Dazed, Gokou struggled to his feet again and looked around.
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His guide hovered a few paces further in a spacious alcove. The air down here was filled with the stench of blood. Only now did Gokou notice that the many white particles on the floor were not pebbles but fragments of bones.
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With each step he ground a handful of them to dust. When he paused in front of his guide, the latter raised an arm and pointed to the niche.
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"Here be the place of your penance!"<br />
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An invisible force grabbed Gokou and hurled him into the alcove. He was pressed against the wall of the ravine and immediately stone shackles grew out of the rock and wrapped around his wrists and ankles.
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“So make up for it!” With that, the shadow floated upwards and the compulsion that had guided Gokou's movements disappeared.
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"So wait!" Gokou shouted after him. "I'm looking for a Doguro. Is he here somewhere too?"
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The shadow paused for a moment. "You were about to be judged."
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He could not be elicited more. The moment he disappeared from Gokou's field of vision, gossamer wires snaked out of the wall around Gokou and buried themselves in his body.
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Pain.
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Agony
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Pain.
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Frost and fire.
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Cutting, crushing
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Merciless.
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Endless.
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Gokou screamed ...<br />
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End of the sixth part.
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