After two hours of walking, the boy frailly reached home, lost enough blood to make his vision blurry, he saw an incoherent silhouette of a red-haired woman approaching in his direction and passed out.
Thirty minutes have passed, and the boy starts to wake up. Still having a blurry vision, the red-haired woman is holding the boy’s hand in her face as it performs ancestral hand signs.
A green specter glare starts to come out from the woman’s hand as she continues the movement.
“Continuous Seal: Complete Heal”
The woman then placed its palm with the specter light on the boy’s chest, the light rapidly scattered to the boy’s body and healed the bruises and open wounds it passes, then it traveled inside to his body healing the damaged tissues, internal bleedings, small fractures, and lastly the blood addition slowly bringing the boy’s vision to normal.
The boy realizes that the red-haired woman is his mother and rapidly hugs her tight with despair in his eyes.
“Ko, where is…”
A sudden slam of the door is heard by the worried father who walked slowly toward the boy in disbelief.
“Looks like another bad day for you?”, Ko calmly said.
The boy drunkenly stood up with Ko aiding him, then the boy looked back to his parents with a down expression.
"Mom, dad, why are we treated like this?"
The boy's wonder of questioning left his parents in a shock, then down state. After a short, full of awkward silence, Ko responds.
"It's because of that law that is made for our clan about the founder’s death, even though we didn't do the deed"
"But why didn't you tell them the truth then!?" The boy asked while crunching his own fist. "I'm tired of this abuse, damn it… every day, I got fucking bullied in school, then went home... if not, receives shitty discrimination from people… why?"
The boy’s words hit his parent's morale and stayed silent, with a brain full of newborn questions.
After a brief amount of silence. Hyu, the father, bends down, pats the boy’s head, and makes a bright face.
"Hey, we can just forget that it happened, c'mon let's train your abilities in the backyard.", But deep inside, even he needs to get revenge on everything it did to their bloodline. Especially to his older brother, the clan leader, who is one of the deceased founder's closest friends and is currently in a local prison.
Agreeing with the father’s request, the boy wipes his tears with a sleeve from his black shirt and positively changes his expression with the white fade in his pupil shrinking as proof.
The father and son then race to the backyard bringing their wooden stick for the training, leaving Ko behind with a recovered joyful expression as she watches the boys’ smile and laughter.
In a principal's office at an unidentified school, a mysterious man enters the room. Then the principal aims his hand at the open telephone. Casually picking up the object, the man placed it near its ears.
“I-It’s me”
“Hello Sir, this is the Kyourou-ho Hospital: Asoko Branch '', said the voice of a woman on the other side of the telephone. “And uhh, I’m here to remind you about the remaining expenses for Ms. Zomi’s Tuberculosis operation to occur, not to include the one for her Leukaemia expenses and admission fees''
The man sighs in disbelief.
“I’ll do everything I can to get money in order to keep up with the expenses Ma’am, just tell her to wait a while, please. I’m gonna continue playing as soon as possible, please bear with me, Ma’am”
The woman dropped the phone after she accepted the man’s reasoning, the man then followed by returning the telephone to the principal.
“Are you going to continue being Noir Robin?” delightfully asked the principal.
The man then tears up and sobs once as he slowly puts his hand inside its coat pocket and reveals a black pistol, he then inserts the silencer and slowly aims it at the principal. The man sobs once more.
“Sorry… Mr. Gleez”
The man pulls the trigger revealing a bullet with a black mask symbol on the end part. As the bullet travels through Principal Gleez’s head, Principal Gleez smiles.
The principal thuds down, and the bell rang at the same time. The man then grabs every money the principal has and inside its vault. He then grabs his mask from his coat and wears it revealing a black character with white big eyes and a black beak. The Noir Robin.
It was an afternoon in the Ashite residence, and the boy and the father were called by Ko for lunch. Like earlier, they also raced happily to the table. As they eat, the television is showing the current news in a dialect that the boy can’t comprehend.
“What are they talking about, Mom?”
“Let’s see: A Levy Theillmadorph Concert on Showbiz. Earthquake at Mount City, Snowslide at Snowdin, and Sandstorm at Lone Deserts on Calamity. And Noir Robin Strikes Again for the Top Local”
“Holy shit, a brutal killer is back” reacts Vincent.
“Manners, please… we’re on the table” ordered Ko.
“It’s been six months since the topic about Noir Robin came out in the media, right?” asked Hyu.
After the mother nods, they continue eating, but the boy has his mind in question.
What will happen if I ever encounter and defeat this guy?
Will the accusation go off?
Or not?
Lunch is finished, and the boy kisses his parents as they and the rest of the Ashite clan are within the age of fifteen years old and up to their secret missions.
The boy then changed clothes with the same black shirt with an orange collar but with shorter sleeves. After he’s ready, he walks outside heading to the Asoko woods where he plays around till five o’clock in the afternoon.
On the way, an unexpected huge flaming object fell from the sky to the same destination as the boy. As it landed, an earthquake-like vibration occurred to the boy’s standing point and to the town where he was within.
What
The
Heck
Just Happened
As he said, he went rushing into the woods trying to find the location of the object. Based on the destruction of the forest, the boy is on the site. He then took a breath and slowly inspected the black shiny object from afar.
Why is this thing not burning?
Yet as far as my estimation says,
The trees within five meters were engulfed in flames.
And the actual object isn't?
Strange…
The object drew curiosity and questions with its advanced mystic motif, the boy walked towards it and checked its contents. The moment he looked in, a mysterious black substance got stuck to his body making him panic. As the boy attempts to remove the substance, It spread faster, through his body than to his eyes.
The boy passed out physically, then woke up mentally inside his own conscience surrounded by a pitch-black environment.
The boy looks through his surroundings stressfully, then a drop of a water-like substance falls in front of him. The water drop then goes intact to the ground and ripples appear.
The ripple travels to the surroundings and changes the environment it passes, slowly revealing an environment of flesh-like grounds with the same black substance appearing as a root-like object scattered everywhere.
The boy brings his gaze to the ripple slowly revealing the roots to its host. At the end of the ripple’s travel, it reveals something of a king's seat covered with black roots.
The black substance from earlier then comes out and is getting formed by the roots into a shadowy figure covered on the black substance with an ancestral mask sitting menacingly in the seat.
"Hm ha ha ha haa"
As the boy hears the entity's deep-toned chuckle, he loses words and panics even more to the point of shaking.
"Your hatred and despair are overwhelming… With it, I can be powerful or be MORE POWERFUL… so perish, as this body is in MY OWNERSHIP NOW"
The mask is about to conceal the boy, more black substance is generated from the roots and slowly covers the boy with it. In complete shock, the boy is left suffocated by the black substance. Confirming his death is prominent, the boy shed a tear as the white fade of his eyes slowly covered his pupil as proof of slow death.
Sorry, mom
I can’t eat dinner tonight
I request
Leave the rampage to me
As I don’t want any more Ashite blood in public
I may be the Avenger the clan want
Yet a time is too soon for me to stand
I
Love You
Accepting his inevitable death, the boy smiles forcibly as the black substance tightens itself intensively.
Suddenly, a manuscript appeared and shined at the boy's back, making the black substance shrink and pile up to the mysterious mask. In shock, the whole black substance is sealed inside a paper with ancestral symbols, preventing it from moving.
The boy then gets out of his consciousness and faints once more. As he fell, he saw a glimpse of someone's silhouette in a school uniform watching nervously with the seal symbol in the palm and ran away.
The time is 5:30 PM, the boy regains consciousness and proceeds to walk drunkenly. On the way, he saw a familiar shady man holding up a mother with her child.
Is that?
What do I think it is?
Eh, I think not
To avoid getting in their business he continued to walk back. Suddenly, he heard a cry.
"Bagels? Money? OR Death!"
Scared by the infamous face of a killer, the mother kept declining in a tremble, protecting her daughter in a blue hooded jacket. “Give me the bagel… NOW” The fuck? All that for a damn bagel? The boy sighs disappointedly. Sometimes, Motives sound stupid when said aloud, isn’t it? “Hey!” the boy yells as he claps his hand twice walking into the scene. Attracting the man in black. As the man in black is seen by the boy, the boy starts to struggle at walking forward. “What?” said the infamous Noir Robin. Not seeming to answer, Noir Robin turns back his gaze to the mother and daughter and continues the unfinished crime. Shit Shit SHIT It's actually him It's my chance The start of saving an old reputation Fuck My brain Its giving me fears The boy continues walking to the scene, menacingly shaking, with seriousness on his sweaty face, and doubts filling his fearful mind. "Stop doing that sir, it's not cool", the boy attempted to save the mother and daughter. "You seem n
From a distance, Naiyhto can feel the pressure from the energy that Vincent released in such a long time. Raiden does feel it too, but his paralysis prevented him from reacting, yet he is still shocked. "Hmn, flexing too MUCH?" Naiyhto responds as he does 20 ancestral hand signs, then incants 20 Seals: Flash Step, teleporting himself to Vincent. Naiyhto draws closer with a smirk. Coldly, Vincent goes to a stance, keeps his katana on his left shoulder, and swiftly draws it forward. It then disappeared into thousand hexagon pieces floating around him. I thought I’ve made friends, Instead, I’ve made the ones who will cause my own to perish. “Sword Style, Manipulate: Rushing Barrier” The hexagons stopped floating, and each materialized into razor-sharp slash rays connecting to a nearby hexagon and slowly forming a sphere of continuous slashes protecting Vincent within. As Naiyhto continue his flash step, he noticed the rushing light of slashes drawing in his direction. He managed to
June 10, 3142, Four months after the Bomei Elementary School ceremony. Vincent, inside his consciousness at the mask’s environment with the sealed being now comprehensible by its mask. The mask sighs in boredom as Vincent walks toward it. “What exactly are you? My guy”, Vincent positively asks. “Huh?” blankly replied by the mask. “Like, what kind of being are you?” “Why do you care about such information?” “Eh, I dunno, maybe you could be my friend or ally or something” “Not a chance for a mere vessel” “Wellll, could I get your name at least?” The mask sighs, moments after, a grunt is heard. The mask looked to its front, a terrified Vincent got struck by a yellow streak of lightning towards his head, making the mask shocked. Vincent fell to the flesh-like grounds and held his head with both hands, grunting continuously from pain. Vincent screams in an attempt to restrain the pain, the mask thinks it's an act and remains cold. The moment the mask’s eyelid is close to blinking,
June 10, 3142, 10:20 AM. HSMA interrogation room. A sound of beaten flesh surrounded the silence of the isolated underground room below Homura. Then follows a splat of blood rushing like rain as blows throw it away from the figure’s beaten-up body. Behind the beat-up is a soundproof glass work with a single fluorescent producing a classical-yellow glare representing the aging item. The light reveals a black-haired man in the same HSMA uniform as the one who’s beating up. There, the man examines a familiar syringe with every piece of equipment the room had. [HSMA Uniform: A sign of being an official member of Homura Secret Mission Agency consisting of a funnel-collared black long sleeve with a certain color combination which tells a member what area of Homura he/she will focus on] The man grabs a flashlight and holds it with his mouth aiming forward as he picks up the scalpel and slowly sliced the syringe. Getting a test tube, he transferred the droplets of the sketchy liquid into i
June 10, 3142, 10:40 AM, Kyourou-ho Hospital: Asoko Branch. Aston is walking to the hallway of the establishment while looking at the number tags above the patient’s doors. He stopped in front of one, Room #665. Raised his right arm, and attempted to knock on the door. The door opened before so, revealing a red-haired girl standing with its anesthetic stand as support, reminiscing Naiyhto. “Are you, Nozomi Makushi?” The girl nods coldly. “Where’s brother?” Nozomi asked in demand. Aston gazes at the cross above Nozomi’s bed. Noticing, Nozomi starts to cry and loses grip on her anesthetic stand. He then attempted to help her get up, but as he got closer to Nozomi. “I will kill you— Vincent Ashite” Shocked, Aston swiftly turned his head around the room and saw a television parallel to Nozomi’s bed. Aston swiftly got out of a sobbing Nozomi’s room and busted rushing out of the hospital. He speedwalks with his hands inside his pockets with an alarming expression. How? How can it b
June 9, 3142, Lissclion clan residence. Blaze is standing, observing something at a window. He watches the situation outside in a hollow as a cry of a little boy kept louder in grunts. As he watches the beating, he recalls the news he saw in the last month of the fourth. He then crunched both of his hands inside his pockets as he recalled every word the boy spoke at that specific news and aggressively gritted his teeth. That guy, His words annoy me, Even just a syllable of it, It makes me puke to myself. But even so, He is strong, And his strength, Interest’s me A knocking sound came from the other side of his room and a woman clearing her throat followed. Blaze casually turned his head towards it, and calmly stomped his left foot twice. “This is Maid Aeris, someone has come to meet you, Master Lissclion” Blaze slowly walked to the door and stopped near it with a cold expression, and sighed. “For seven dang years, Master Lissclion is nonexistent” Without Maid Aeris’s answ
Amidst the fight, Blaze starts to weaken from the blows he threw to Ren, which is still mysteriously untouched. Blaze currently sped up in circles as fast as the remaining of his energy could. While his eyes are still on Ren’s casual position, the same question occurs. Why can’t I hit him? Other than that, how can he hit me without any physical contact? Blaze finches his eyes and is glad to notice that Ren’s fists have fresh-made bruises. He immediately charged toward Ren with a smile on his demolished face. Ren, still unknowingly clueless, began to smile and slowly tilts his head toward Blaze in an uncanny way. Even running faster than the falling leaves, it startles Blaze. He stared longer at Ren’s face, and his uncanny face became disturbingly wrinkled. Blaze decides to end this and quickly throws a fist loaded with his Arcanae energy towards Ren’s face. But as it got closer, his gaze can’t be moved from the death stare of Ren’s right eye. Then it suddenly tilted to the side as
June 12, 3142, Two days after Ren’s chaotic exam. It’s Independence Day. Everything is full of color, children are running happily in the streets, the annual carnival is as packed as ever, and the people are hanging small flags with the country’s yin-yang-looking crest embroidered in blue and sewn in red fabric making it look like a flag. It is, after all, a jolly Homura day.From the 2nd door to the left on the 3rd floor of Homura Academy’s dormitory. A familiar voice kept whispering in the distance of Vincent’s sleepy ear in a nervous. Later, the voice clears its throat.“Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up—”Vincent is still out cold. Paired with snoring, and embraced his body pillow with his arms and legs. This annoys the familiar voice as it releases a frustrated sigh. The voice whispered once again with steps heard from the ground.“Your mom is outside, bissshhhh”Suddenly, a hard wave of breeze passed by the familiar voice and the sound of the door creak follow