Fury Of The World

4- Cursed Child

Twelve years ago, a tragedy struck a Village, annihilating all those who lived peacefully there. he was just five years old at the time, and the village was known as Paradise. His father had disappeared in search of power and knowledge before the boy was even born, so he has never known his father. During his birth, a strange surge of energy emanated from his body. It wasn't mana or pure power. It wasn't even demonic energy. However, it was similar to the one witnessed during the entrance exam. This outburst of energy was beyond anyone's control and explanation. And it, unfortunately, resulted in the death of his mother. The force of the energy drained her magical energy and life essence, leaving her body as a mere shell of its former self.

For three years after his birth, he had a terrible power that made him a source of fear and horror to the citizens of Paradise. Anything he touched withered and died, regardless of whether it was plant, animal, or human. Even though he had no magical energy to speak of, he could draw the life essence out of anything and everything around him.

Even though this power left him at a disadvantage in a world where magic was highly prized, he was still just a child, innocent and unaware of the chaos he caused. But the citizens of Paradise could not see past their fear and resentment towards him. They blamed him for every death that occurred in their village and could not accept him as one of their own.

Even though the power dissipated once he turned four years old, the hatred towards him did not lessen. He was not welcomed in any orphanage or shelter, and even children his own age bullied and tormented him. Elders hit him and berated him, and many wished for his very existence to be erased from the world.

His early years were marked by a constant sense of sadness and despair. He lived his life in the shadows, his once-bright blue eyes now darkened by a sense of hopelessness that seemed to cling to him like a shroud.

To make matters worse, he didn't even have a name of his own. In a world where even enslaved people were given some semblance of identity, he was nothing but a faceless outcast, shunned by all those around him. His situation was so dire that even the most desperate and downtrodden people in Paradise could not imagine living as he did.

Despite the crushing weight of his isolation and the cruelty of those who despised him, he remained pure and innocent. He had done nothing to deserve the scorn and derision that was heaped upon him, and yet he bore it all with a stoicism that belied his tender years.

One day, he was lying on the ground, his body battered and bruised from a vicious beating at the hands of the citizens of Paradise. His skin was pale and his face was drawn, his weakened physique a testament to the constant abuse he had endured. He lay there, motionless, his eyes fixed on the sky above. Despite the severity of his injuries, he made no sound, no cry of pain or plea for help escaping his lips. It was as if he had given up all hope of ever being rescued from the torment he had endured for so long.

As he lay there, his thoughts turned to the most basic of human needs. "When was the last time I drank water?" he muttered to himself, his voice barely audible. "Has it been two weeks now? I thought that humans can't live without food and water though..."

It was a stark reminder of just how desperate his situation had become. In a world where even the most basic necessities of life were denied him, he was left to suffer in silence, his only source of comfort in a world filled with cruelty and hatred was the necklace that had been left to him by his mother. With shaking hands, he reached into the pocket of his tattered pants and retrieved the precious object.

The necklace was a thing of beauty, with an orange oval stone that shimmered and sparkled in the sunlight. It was a small piece from his mother, that made him wonder, "I wonder what a mother's love feels like? What name would I have, if I didn't kill her?"

Despite his weakened state, he managed to raise the necklace to the sky, gazing at it with a sense of wonder and awe. "Good thing I put you inside my pocket before they beat me," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own labored breathing.

Blood continued to trickle from his mouth and other wounds, but at that moment, he was transported to a place of peace and tranquility, lost in the beauty the stone evoked. For just a few precious moments, he was able to forget the pain and suffering that had become his daily reality.

As he lay there, lost in a deep and sorrowful reverie, he was suddenly startled by a voice that cut through the quiet like a knife. "Are you the cursed child everyone keeps talking about?" it asked, piercing his heart with searing pain.

Looking up, he saw a ragged and emaciated boy who looked to be a few years older than him. Despite the harshness of his words, he didn't react to it, "I see, so people refer to me by cursed, ha?", Muttered the boy, his emotionless gaze remaining constant.

the stranger kneeled beside him and placed a gentle hand on the corpse-like body of the little boy. With a soft incantation, the boy summoned a powerful magic that coursed through his veins. "Plant Magic: End Of Suffering," he murmured, and as he spoke, a web of intricate veins spread across the bruised and battered body of the child, knitting together broken bones and mending torn flesh.

He watched in awe as the stranger worked his magic, marveling at the sheer power and beauty of this art. And as the boy finished his work and looked up at him with a warm and caring smile, the once-beaten child felt a sudden surge of gratitude and affection.

"My name is Kira," the boy said softly, his voice filled with compassion and kindness. "It's nice to meet you. And I'm ready to become your older brother if you'll have me." And after hearing those simple words, he knew that his life would never be the same again.

He hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond to such kindness. But as Kira pressed him for his name, he decided to respond. "Name? I don't have one," he replied softly, looking at the scars on his body after Kira finished healing.

Kira's eyes widened with surprise. "You don't have a name? How is that possible?" he exclaimed.

The "cursed boy" looked down, feeling ashamed. He didn't think that much about his lack of a name, but now that Kira was looking at him with shock and concern, he realized just how abnormal his situation was.

Kira sensed the discomfort that still lingered in the boy's heart, so he quickly reassured him with a gentle smile. "Hey, it's okay," he said softly. "We'll give you a name. How about Nobu? It's a good name, right? I was told that it means faith."

"No... Bu", He felt a strange warmth spread through his chest at Kira's words. For the first time in his life, he had someone who didn't come to hurt him, but to heal him. He couldn't help but smile, feeling like maybe, just maybe, things were starting to look up.

As Kira watched the boy's face light up with joy, he couldn't help but feel a sense of deep satisfaction. To be able to help someone in need, to offer them comfort and hope, was the greatest gift he could ask for.

"Maybe I shouldn't give up after all," He muttered to himself, lost in thought as his eyes, somehow, switched to orange, the same orange coloring that stone, making Kira look at him quizzically, unsure of what that meant. "Maybe there's a God," he continued, raising his hand toward Kira. "And maybe He finally decided to bless me now."

With a warm smile, Kira took the boy's hand in his own and shook it firmly. "My name is Nobu," he said. "Nice to meet you." And as he spoke, he felt a sense of deep connection to this strange and wonderful boy who had come into his life.

Kira and Nobu had grown up in poverty, as orphans with no family to call their own. Despite their difficult circumstances, they faced the world with bright smiles and an unbreakable spirit. They never lost their optimism and kindness. They would often spend their days exploring the city, finding joy in the small things, like chasing after stray cats or admiring the sunset.

One day, Kira found a small patch of barren land, and he saw it as an opportunity to create something beautiful. Using his plant magic, he spent hours cultivating the soil and planting different types of flowers and plants. And soon enough, a small garden bloomed in the middle of the city, attracting the attention and admiration of passersby.

Nobu, on the other hand, had only recently discovered his own unique ability - switch. A strange power that allowed him to manipulate space and change his location with anything he can sense.

But even with their abilities, life was never easy for the two boys. They often resorted to stealing bread and other small items just to survive, but they never lost their sense of humor or their ability to find joy in the little things.

And, on Kira's birthday, Nobu surprised him with that beautiful necklace - the only thing he had left that reminded him of his mother.

"No, Nobu! I don't think I can accept it", Kira protested, knowing how much the necklace meant to Nobu, but the younger boy insisted that it was a gift, and gifts were not meant to be returned.

"You'll take it," Nobu said, grinning. "And I'll be seeing it every day since we're together, right?"

Kira could only smile and nod, feeling a sense of deep gratitude for the gift and for the bond of brotherhood that he shared with Nobu. Despite their hardships, they were two pure souls living a life that was often like hell, but together, they found a sense of happiness and hope that kept them going.

Until a terrible day joined their peace, the two boys were caught off guard as they watched the once bustling streets of Paradise turn into a chaotic mess. The sound of explosions echoed through the air, and the ground beneath their feet shook violently. Kira could feel his heart pounding in his chest, as he clutched onto the precious necklace that hung around his neck.

As they made their escape, Nobu could hear the soldiers shouting something about the necklace. He didn't understand why they would be so obsessed with a simple piece of jewelry. Where's the necklace they are looking for?

That army group ransacked the streets, breaking down doors and demanding information about the necklace. Kira and Nobu were hiding in an alley, watching in terror as the chaos unfolded.

Suddenly, the young boys heard a loud explosion coming from the direction of their makeshift home. Without a second thought, they ran towards it, only to find their garden engulfed in flames.

Kira tried to use his plant magic to extinguish the fire, but it only seemed to make it worse. Tears streamed down his face as he realized he couldn't save the garden that he had nurtured with so much care and love.

As Nobu and Kira were still next to the garden, they were suddenly surrounded by a group of soldiers. The soldiers started questioning Nobu about the necklace.

"Where's the necklace of the clan?", He yelled at the boy, "Yugo told us that a magicless kid has it! It HAS to be you." claiming that it was a valuable stone that they were searching for, the soldiers kept at it, spamming Nobu with questions.

The little boy, confused and scared, denied any knowledge of the stone, "I don't know what you're talking about," He cried, "Leave... Leave us and our garden alone..."

One of the soldiers pointed his gun at Nobu, and threatened him, "We know you have it. Give us the stone and we'll spare your lives." Nobu was shaking with fear as he had no clue about how to act. And before he could even react, he heard the deafening sound of the gun going off. At that moment, time seemed to stand still as Nobu's heart was racing while he watched Kira fall to the ground after protecting him from that attack, blood seeping out from his chest. He could feel his own tears streaming down his face as he held Kira's hand, feeling it go limp. "No, no, no..." he whispered, his voice barely audible as he rocked back and forth, cradling his friend's body.

Kira's body lay lifeless in Nobu's arms as the reality of his friend's death sunk in. The weight of grief, pain, and fear was almost too much for Nobu to bear and he felt as though his own heart had stopped beating, as he listened to Kira's final words echoing in his mind.

"Be strong...," Kira had said. "Life is cruel, and the misfortunes you're going to face... Are far superior than... the blessings... You'll gain... You'll find those who'll believe in you... Like I believe in you... So, live and work with might... Not for me, but... But, for yourself..."

And, before letting out the last sigh, Kira continued with a smile on his face, before his soul left his body, "And know that... You'll always be my little brother...My beloved, little brother... Live, Nobu..." and it ended with his hand falling lifelessly on the ground echoing along with the cacophony caused by the soldiers.

The soldiers approached Nobu cautiously, their weapons trained on him, as they recognized the necklace that Kira had been wearing. One of them stepped forward and demanded, "Hand over that necklace!"

Nobu remained silent, lost in his own thoughts and memories of Kira. He was barely aware of the soldiers' presence and didn't even seem to register their demands. They grew impatient and one of them reached out to grab the necklace from Kira's lifeless body. But as soon as he touched it, Nobu felt an immense power surging through him, unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It defied the laws of nature and shook the very foundations of Paradise City, sending unstable shockwaves rippling out from his body that drained the essence of life from everything around him.

As his power raged on, the ground continued to shake beneath his feet, causing buildings to crumble and fall all around those who still didn't get their souls drained. The air was filled with a deafening roar as the shockwaves intensified, creating a vortex of destruction that seemed to swallow everything in its path.

The air crackled with raw energy as Nobu kept unleashing his fury upon the world, his eyes, colored in demonic purple, burning with an intensity that could rival the sun. He didn't care about the consequences of his actions - all he knew was that he had lost the one person who had ever believed in him, and he would stop at nothing to forget the pain caused by Kira's death.

The shockwaves grew stronger and more erratic, as Nobu's power reached its peak. Buildings crumbled and the ground split open as if the earth itself was trying to flee from the unstoppable force that was Nobu.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the power faded away, leaving only a cloud of dust and rubble in its wake. Nobu stood alone, holding Kira's cold body close to his chest, his face expressionless and his heart heavy with grief. Making him one of the two survivors, of the dust village! And the very annihilator of Paradise!

After the terrible incident, the young boy was left alone and isolated, still branded as the cursed child by those around him. No one dared to come close to him, for fear that he would kill them as well. However, fate had a different plan for the young boy, as he was taken under the wing of the kind and compassionate Mr. Kaeya.

Under his care and guidance, the boy began to flourish and blossom into a warm and compassionate person, despite the pain and trauma that he had experienced. His smile, once lost, began to reappear more and more frequently, and his eyes took on a warm and comforting orange hue several times, that seemed to reflect the kindness within his soul.

Though Nobu had learned to hide his pain well, it was still there, a constant reminder of the tragedy that he caused. But even in the face of such adversity, Nobu refused to be consumed by bitterness and anger. Instead, he chose to focus on the good in the world and the kindness of those around him, using his experiences to become a beacon of hope and positivity for others as well.

Now, back to the present, and the aftermatch with Warhammer's minion. Despite the pain coursing through his body, Nobu keeps a determined expression on his face, his eyes blazing with fierce determination. He has come too far to give up now, and nothing's going to stop him from finishing this exam. Reina stays close by his side, offering words of encouragement as they make their way to the finish line.

"Hey Nobu, stay with me," Says Reina, his voice filled with concern. "Don't get unconscious after all of this."

Nobu flashes him a small smile. "Of course, I won't. Idiot!" He confirms, "I will finish this exam just like all of you."

"There's no time to talk," Reina replies, his tone finally easing. "Let's go to the finish line. It's not that far. Can you walk?"

Nobu nods, gritting his teeth against the pain. "Of course, I can. But since I saved you and all, you'll be helping me to do so!"

His friend rolls her eyes, but a small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. "Okay, no problem," Says Reina, "Thank you."

Nobu grins. "You have to be thankful," he teases, trying to lighten the mood.

As they continue to walk, Nobu's mind wandered back to his childhood, "I was called cursed", He thinks, looking at Reina as he pictures the rest of his new family, "Shunned by everyone. But now, with old man Kaeya, Reina, Satomi, Pipsqueak... With these guys, I think I can finally fight back my pain... It's me, the one who should be thankful!"

"Thank you!"