Yamamoto Template Chapter 3: Ziker's Discipline 2/2.

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(General P.O.V)

"A mere Midgardian dares to refuse this King's generous offer? I shall have his head too."

Laufey spit out icily.

"Jeff, the horn please."

Receiving it, he went to blow it but was caught by surprise when Volstagg's axe 'accidentally', destroyed the horn and carved a trail of blood across Laufey's blue face.

"Aah!!!"

The King's howls of pain had Ziker snorting, while headbutting Hogun to the ground.

He'd been solely aiming for the Horn, but the result was unexpectedly good.

The front of his stall would turn into a battleground if more Frost Giants were summoned.

Ziker wanted to teach everyone present discipline, not start a war with his main customers.

And what a lesson it was! Using his physical strength and speed, he had already taken out the Warriors 3-delivering quick blows with Ryujin Jakka to send them sprawling.

Only Sif and Loki remained fighting, while waiting for Thor to recover after being knocked out.

It turned out that the two of them had good chemistry.

Sif was graceful with her sword play, so he mirrored it with his own Zanjutsu, quickly overwhelming her skill.

Loki kept her in the fight by casting illusions to distract him. The battlefield was filled with dozens of Sifs fighting a lone man in a white and black Shinigami uniform.

Ziker wasn't easily fooled. With Yamamoto's enhanced spirit senses, he could tell the real Sif from the fakes by her soul.

A mere wave of his hand dispelled the illusion and Sif found Ryujin Jakka at her neck.

"Yield?"

Ziker asked.

"I yield."

Sif gulped and nodded.

Thwack.

Ziker gently slapped her ass with the cane. Sometimes discipline meant a good old fashioned spanking.

Sif stiffened, unsure of what to do. She should have been angry. She was a warrior dammit! But a large part of her had...liked it.

Ziker stopped the blade headed to his neck with two fingers.

"You can't sneak up on me, Loki. No one can."

His spiritual pressure erupted, focusing it's potency on a ripple in the air.

Loki's invisibility spell shattered. His face was pale with fright and the knowledge he'd fucked up.

"I'm S-sorry?..."

The God of Mischief nervously apologized.

"I- If you could find it in your magnanimous heart to forgive silly old me, I would appreciate it. Alot."

"Okay."

Ziker nodded.

Loki visibly deflated

"Oh thank you so-"

"I said I'd forgive you, but you still need to be disciplined."

Ziker's smiled like the devil.

"Oh come o- Oof!"

Ryujin Jakka digging into Loki's gut, cut him off. He folded, sank to his knees and vomited.

'That's over with...'

Ziker thought, calling up the Interface but the mission tab was still incomplete.

'Was I not thorough enough?'

He wondered, looking around at the Asgardians on the ground.

"H-he defeated them all. Even Thor."

One of Laufey's Guards said in shock that was shared among the rest.

A bleeding Laufey, who had hoped to see his enemies destroy each other before getting his revenge on who remained, went apoplectic with rage.

"K-Kill him!! Now! When he's exhausted! Bring me the Bastard's head!"

The king ordered. 5 of the 6 guards complied, rushing out with battle cries. All except Jeffery.

"Did you not hear me, Jeffery?"

Laufey growled.

"I- I can't your majesty. He-"

"Pathetic!"

Laufey went to hit him with the bone in his hand, only to stumble as the ground quaked.

A foot stomp from Ziker made the area around ripple like waves in the ocean, destabilizing everyone's footing.

Laufey found his Guards thrown back by the tide of rock.

The commotion roused Thor. The entire left side of his face was swollen, his eye shut and his jaw one massive bruise. Touching the tender spot sent waves of pain across his whole visage.

He looked like a domestic abuse survivor.

"Curtheth! I thall make you pay for that!"

And talked with a lisp.

"Wait, we need a plan. He's too powerful."

Loki stopped him before he could attack. His clothes stank of vomit.

The God of Mischief then whispered in his brother's ears.

Thor's grip tightened around Mjolnir, his knuckles white. Loki was right. Ziker was basically playing with them.

"Laufey," The Asgardian prince called out to the Frost Giant king. His voice carried across the field, filled with authority and barely concealed disdain.

Laufey, standing at the back of his towering Frost Giant warriors, shot a venomous look toward Thor, but he nodded.

"I propothe a truthe. We can thettle our differentheth later."

Thor bit out.

This was no time for their feud—not when something far more dangerous had risen.

"Fine by me, Odinson. We will set aside our blood feud for now," Laufey growled, his voice like grinding ice.

"But do not think this changes anything between Asgard and Jotunheim."

Thor nodded, his glaring one eye never leaving Ziker.

"Agreed. We never talk about thith ever again. But today, we fight together."

"What?! Thor, think about this! It's madness!"

Sif tried to dissuade him.

"We don't have a choice Sif. We know next to nothing about this man, except for how dangerous he is. As protectors of The nine Realms it would be foolish to let someone so powerful run around unsupervised. Thor agrees we should bring him to Asgard for questioning. And we can't do it alone."

Loki informed her and the recovered Warriors 3, though his interest on Ryujin Jakka pointed to ulterior motives.

"Hahaha."

Ziker found himself chuckling in disbelief.

"From bitter enemies to allies, huh? I wonder if Odin would find it poetic."

"Laugh now, but you won't for much longer, Thiker."

Thor said.

Except for Sif, the Warriors 3 agreed went with Thor's decision. Though each of them cast wary glances at their temporary allies.

For the second time, Ziker stood smack dab in the middle, surrounded. His long haori billowed around him, crackling with a power none of them knew.

His eyes glowed faintly, not with malice, but with promise.

"I went easy on you the first time. This time, I'm breaking bones."

Incensed at the tone, Thor led the charge with a mighty roar, launching from Mjolnir a bolt of lightning so bright that it split the sky. Close behind, his companions followed.

Laufey and his Frost Giants came from the opposite side, raising their icy weapons, their magic clashing with the Asgardians’ lightning.

A wave of elemental power surged forward, aimed directly at Ziker.

Lightning and frost tore through the air, coalescing into a devastating storm that sought to overwhelm Ziker.

For a moment, it seemed like they might succeed.

The storm crashed down upon Ziker, engulfing him in a torrent of raw, elemental fury.

But as the smoke cleared, their hope crumbled. Ziker stood unharmed, the remnants of their attack dissipating harmlessly against his form.

His face was a mask of mild amusement, as if they had merely swatted at a giant.

"My turn."

"Here he cometh!"

Thor warned.

Contrary to their expectations, Ziker actually strapped Ryujin Jakka to his hip, leaving both hands free.

He raised the left to his chest, fingers curling and bending through a series of seals, while the right hand drew symbols in the air.

Immense spiritual energy thrummed in the air around him, sending shockwaves through Jotunheim.

"S-stop him you fools! Before he completes whatever he's doing!"

Laufey yelled over the chaos.

Unfortunately, their feet were rooted in place. Try as they might, no one could reach him due to the heavy Reiatsu.

"This...looks bad. W-we should retreat-"

Fandral was not finished when Ziker opened his eyes.

"Bakudo 9: Geki."

A red aura covered his body. It pulsed outward and paralyzed everyone, the Asgardians and Frost Giant alike.

Everyone became immobile.

"What ith thith dathtardly Thpell?!"

Thor demanded, struggling against the invisible bonds, his muscles straining.

"Release me at once Cook! Do you know who I am?!"

Laufey, too, roared in frustration, his frost magic flickering as it was smothered by Ziker’s overwhelming spirit pressure.

"Enough," Ziker said coldly, stepping forward, forcing the mighty Thor and Laufey to their knees with his sheer aura.

"You’ve disrupted my business, disturbed my peace, and wasted my time" Ziker growled. "Now, you will truly learn discipline. Bakudo 9: Horin."

An orange hued tendril of energy with spiraling yellow streaks formed in his hand. It closely resembled a whip.

"20 lashes for the Royalty, and 10 for the rest should be enough.

Thor and Laufey's eyes widened.

"And just a warning, your soul will feel the sting just as much as your flesh."

Thor gritted his teeth, his pride bruised, but he did not yield. His eyes blazed with defiance as he glared up at Ziker.

"Athgard will not forget thith," he spat, every word dripping with . "I will return Thtronger."

Ziker looked down at him, amused by the thunder god's stubbornness. Stubbornness that would disappear in a few seconds.

"Return if you wish," he said simply. "But for now, take it like a man."

Crack!!!

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Off to the side, Sif and Jeffery, the only two spared from the discipline, were horrified at the sudden agonized howl that escaped Thor.

A howl that would be echoed by the rest as Ziker continued to enact his discipline.

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On Asgard, standing watch within the Bifrost, Heimdall carried an expression of equal parts fear and awe.

Every time, the Whip cracked on an open back, he would wince.

"I need tell the Allfather."