In a quiet clearing far from home, Mathur's students rested. Shinjiro stretched, stifling a yawn.
"We should rest. We've burned through all the food we hunted this morning," he said, his voice low but tired.
Yasha glanced at him, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You think I'll tire that easily?"
Shinjiro rolled his eyes, leaning back against a rock. "Nishya power doesn't make you invincible, brother."
Yasha grinned, the firelight flickering across his face. "Fine, we'll rest. But only because you're getting old."
Without another word, Yasha swiftly set to work, building a fire. The flames crackled, pushing back the cold that had begun to settle around them. They sat down, the warmth of the fire wrapping around them as the sky above stretched into a blanket of stars.
Shinjiro looked up at the vast sky. "It's been a while since we slept under the stars. We're always hiding under trees."
Yasha shrugged, poking at the fire. "The sky shines, even in the dark."
Shinjiro's smile faded as his eyes traced the constellations. "If we fail... those kids, the men and women... they won't see these stars. I can't let that happen." His fist clenched, the weight of the thought sinking in. "Sometimes I wonder… is there something beyond all this?"
Yasha's hand landed lightly on his brother's shoulder. "Don't get all dramatic on me. We'll make sure they see the stars. That's what brothers do, right?"
Yasha's gaze shifted to the fire, his eyes distant. "Do you think this fire shines like those stars?"
Shinjiro didn't look away from the sky. "Stars are more beautiful."
Yasha's voice softened, almost to a whisper. "Stars can be destroyed. But fire... it always finds a way to burn again even if it is destroyed. Maybe that's what we are too."
Shinjiro remained quiet, the weight of Yasha's words hanging in the air. His eyes were fixed on the stars, but his thoughts drifted further. "Then I wonder if there's a place where no one has to burn."
A few hours later, a voice cut through the stillness, like something had fallen Shinjiro was woken up from his sleep he looked at yasha who was still sleeping.
"Hey wake up Yasha," Shinjiro
hispered, shaking his brother awake. But Yasha remained unresponsive, his expression peaceful in sleep. Shinjiro's unease deepened.
Yasha stirred awake from his deep sleep, blinking groggily.
"Did the stars fall to the ground?" he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep. It seemed he'd had a bad dream.
Shinjiro shot him a confused look.
"What are you talking about...?" he muttered, his tone laced with bewilderment. Then, more seriously, he added, "Brother! This isn't the time to joke—I heard something fall."
"Probably just a branch or something. You're always on edge, Shinjiro." He muttered Still Half sleep
Shinjiro with a hint of irritation flicker "Tch, do whatever you want," he muttered
Shinjiro flicked his brother a look, irritation flashing in his eyes. "Tch, do whatever you want," he grumbled.
Shinjiro stood up and grabbed a stick from the fire, using it as a torch. He glanced back at Yasha, still lying there, before moving into the darkness to investigate the source of the sound. Yasha, still lost in his dreams, barely stirred.
While walking for a few seconds Shinjiro Notices Something
"This tree has something written on it..." His eyes widened in shock, and he tried to read it. It was in a different language.
Suddenly, a voice echoed from behind him. Shinjiro's eyes darkened, his feet froze, and a chill ran down his spine. His eyes widened in fear.
"IT'S IN Gennus," Yasha's voice rang out, cutting through the silence. Shinjiro turned quickly, startled, but saw his brother standing there with a smirk.
"Yasha... don't scare me like that," Shinjiro muttered, trying to regain his composure, though his heart was still pounding.
"So you know what it means, Yasha?" Shinjiro asked.
Yasha glanced at the markings, then said, "Find them and do what you must. That's what it says."
Shinjiro frowned, his curiosity now piqued. "How do you know this language?"
Yasha shrugged. "There was a book. i saw this exact letter in it"
A sudden light flashed in their faces, harsh and unnatural—coming from a modern torch.
"Humans?!"
The brothers froze, fear creeping down their spines. They didn't move, too frightened to react. After a moment, Yasha managed to ask,
"Who are you?"
The man lowered the torch slightly, revealing a rugged face.
"I live here," he said cautiously. "But who are you boys? I live in the hut nearby. What are you doing here?"
"We are traveling, sir," Yasha said, still on alert, wary of the man's presence. Shinjiro noticed that man torch wasn't lighting by fire but something else
The man nodded slowly. "I see... you're traveling."
He moved past them, heading toward the tree the brothers had been watching. He carefully inspected it, then glanced back at them.
"So you boys are..." His voice trailed off, as if piecing something together.
After a moment, he spoke again.
"You shouldn't sleep out here in the open forest. Why don't you come to my hut? It's safer there."
Yasha hesitated, glancing at the markings on the tree.
"Do you understand what this tree is saying?"
The man looked back at the tree, his eyes narrowing.
"It's probably from a thief," he replied. "A way of communicating with someone. Best not to linger around it."
Yasha frowned.
"Thieves exist in this forest? I thought there was no human habitat nearby."
The man nodded.
"Correct. There's no settlement around here. But this path—travelers still take it. That's why thieves use it to mark their presence. You never know who's watching. It's common "
The man gestured towards the path.
"Let's go to my hut. You can trust me," he said.
The brothers exchanged uncertain glances. They weren't sure what to do, but the thought of sleeping in a hut rather than the open forest made them follow the man.
As they walked, the man spoke up.
"So, you boys... what brings you here?"
Yasha hesitated, but Shinjiro answered.
"We're actually trying to find a place."
The man glanced back, curious.
"What kind of place?"
Shinjiro scratched his head, looking a bit lost.
"The name's kind of weird, I guess. It's called... ahh... Yasha, what's it called again?"
Yasha shrugged.
"Master didn't actually tell us. He just gave us the direction."
The man raised an eyebrow, but didn't press further, leading them through the dense forest.
As they entered the hut, the man placed his torch down on a small table, the flickering light casting long shadows across the simple interior. The brothers glanced around, their senses still on edge.
"So, why exactly are you going to that place?" the man asked, his voice calm but laced with curiosity.
Yasha looked at Shinjiro before answering. "We're trying to find food for our village."
The man's gaze sharpened. "Food? In these woods?"
Shinjiro nodded. "The village is suffering. There's hardly enough to survive, and Master told us that there might be something out there to help. We don't know exactly what, but we have to try."
The man studied them for a moment, his face unreadable. "I see. And you're just following directions, hoping you'll find what you need?"
Yasha spoke up, his tone steady. "That's right. We don't have many options left."
The man leaned back, crossing his arms, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "You're risking a lot. You think you'll find what you need, out there?"
Got it! Let's strike a balance—keeping the descriptions brief but still vivid.
Yasha glanced at the old man. "Well, time will tell."
The old man pointed toward a small, worn-down hut nestled between the trees.
"There it is—small and beautiful."
They stepped inside. The place was cramped but cozy, with a faint smell of herbs lingering in the air.
"You can sleep on the floor, alright?" the old man said.
"Thank you very much!" Yasha and Shinjiro replied in unison.
They laid down on the hard floor, the night settling around them. An hour passed in silence, save for the occasional creak of the hut. Shinjiro shifted restlessly, mumbling to himself.
"But... what did fall?"
Yasha turned to him. "Can't sleep either?"
Shinjiro nodded, still staring at the dark ceiling.
A low, rough voice broke the quiet.
"Seems like none of you can sleep, huh?"
Both brothers jolted upright.
"Mister!"
The old man chuckled from his corner, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.
"You kids... just lying there like that. Maybe we should do something instead."
Shinjiro hesitated, rubbing his eyes.
"Like what...?"
The old man got up slowly, moving to a small box on the wall. When he flicked a switch, a dim light flooded the room.
Shinjiro and Yasha's eyes widened.
"How did you do that? There's no fire!" Shinjiro asked, his voice full of surprise.
The old man gave a knowing smile.
"It's... complicated. Your village doesn't really keep up with things like this."
He sat back down, crossing his legs.
"Since we're all awake anyway... how about a story?"
Yasha and Shinjiro exchanged glances.
"What kind of story?"
The old man shrugged, his voice softening.
"Just a children's tale... nothing too grand. But it might help pass the night."
The old man leaned in with a sly grin, eyes gleaming. "Alright, you two, you're not too old for a good story. Let me tell you about monsters. Not the scary kind, though, no. These monsters were just like you and me—well, kinda. They weren't out to eat people or cause chaos. No, they actually helped humans. Showed us how to farm better, how to build houses that didn't collapse in a storm, and even taught us secrets of the stars. But you know what? We humans were too busy fighting each other to care. Typical, right?"
The old man chuckled as Shinjiro and Yasha exchanged amused glances.
"Now, this is where it gets interesting. One day, there was Varyx. A monster who'd had enough of humans. He saw us as nothing but trouble—greedy, always fighting, always wanting more. So, what did he do? He gathered a few friends, and boom! He decided to wipe us all out. He summoned the worst of the worst—monsters who couldn't care less about humans. They tore through everything, making what was already a mess even worse."
Shinjiro raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Yasha, arms crossed, listened intently.
"But not all monsters agreed with that. Oh no, some of them actually cared about us—crazy, right? They didn't want to see the world burn. So, they decided to step in. Monsters, helping humans? Weird, but true. They fought right alongside us—claws and fangs against dark magic, battling monsters who just wanted to destroy everything."
The old man leaned back in his chair, a gleam in his eyes. "It was a wild battle—fire, claws, teeth, and magic flying everywhere. But in the end, the good monsters won. They stopped Varyx and his evil crew. And just when you think they'd stay and fix everything… they left. Just like that."
Shinjiro raised a brow. "They just left?"
The old man nodded, eyes twinkling. "Yep. Just like that."
"Why did they leave?" Yasha asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
"Good question," the old man replied. "See, the answer is.....no one knows" he laughs
Shinjiro stared at the old man for a long moment, then smirked. "A bit heavy for a children's tale, huh?"
The old man just grinned back, leaning back in his chair. "well it's one of favourite". his expression darkened
"I came from Zandara, though you boys might not know of it. I was cast out because of my race—I'm Gennusian."
Yasha's eyes held a quiet understanding as he studied the man, while Shinjiro asked, "So, they hated you just because of your race? That's hard to believe."
The man chuckled softly, then replied, "No one is truly equal in this world. We fight against inequality, but no matter how hard we try, it remains just out of reach."
Shinjiro's voice hardened. "That's not it! Everyone is equal in my eyes. There are people who believe that everyone can be equal..."
The old man sighed, shaking his head. "If everyone saw each other as equal, would that really make them equal?"
He paused, looking into the distance. "I don't think so... but at least it would spark a new hope."
"Anyways, boys, I'm sorry for making everything so dark. But, you folks need to head east, right? I'm pretty sure the only place that way is Zandara."
Yasha raised an eyebrow. "That means... you know the way there?"
The old man nodded. "You're correct. I know the path. And maybe, just maybe, I can help you get in. I was officially a resident there once."
Shinjiro's face twisted in horror. "But are you sure you want to go back to Zandara?"
The old man's eyes darkened. "Well, you won't be able to get in without me, kids. They'll shoot you on sight. They'll think you're Gennusian terrorists."
He smiled. "Well we leave tomorrow!"
Shinjiro nodded, his expression softening. "Thank you. I'm grateful you're helping us."
The sun rose, its rays cutting through the quiet room. A new day began, and with it, a fresh sense of hope.
Shinjiro stretched, then turned to the old man. "So you are going to us, right?"
The old man met Shinjiro's gaze, his face calm but resolute. "Yes, I'm... wait, I should bring the stuff I hunted yesterday. That'll be enough for the three of us—at least for today."
The three of them walked quietly, the old man leading the way. Suddenly, his foot caught on a rock, and he stumbled, falling hard to the ground.
Shinjiro rushed forward to help, but before he could reach him, a figure appeared from the shadows. The stranger moved swiftly, grabbing Shinjiro by the throat and lifting him off the ground. A knife pressed against Shinjiro's neck.
"Don't move," the thief snarled. "One wrong move, and I'll kill him." His eyes darted around, paranoid. "I still can't believe there are people in this terrible forest!"
Yasha froze, his eyes darting between the old man on the ground and Shinjiro in the thief's grip. Then he noticed something else—a wolf, slowly approaching from behind the old man, its eyes locked on the fallen figure.
"Yasha," Shinjiro gasped, voice strained and desperate. "Don't hesitate."
Yasha's heart pounded, thoughts tangled in chaos. He had to make a choice—save Shinjiro from the blade or the old man from the beast.
Finally, he lunged at the thief, pushing him off balance. Shinjiro fell to the ground, gasping. In a surge of adrenaline, he grabbed the knife from the ground and drove it into the thief's shoulder—once, twice, three times. Blood spattered onto Shinjiro's hands, warm and sticky. The thief let out a guttural scream, collapsing backward.
But it was too late for the old man.
A blood-curdling scream tore through the forest. Yasha and Shinjiro turned, and what they saw froze them in place. The wolf had already pounced, its claws dug deep into the old man's stomach. Blood pooled around him as the beast snarled, tearing through flesh.
"Help me... Help me!" the old man cried, his voice cracked and desperate. He reached out with a trembling hand, his eyes wide with terror. "Kid... come here, save me..."
But Yasha didn't move. Neither did Shinjiro. They just stood there, paralyzed, as the old man's pleas turned to agonized screams. The wolf growled, its teeth sinking into his chest, ripping through bone.
Shinjiro's breathing grew ragged, his head pounding. He couldn't bear the sound—the wet crunch, the fading cries. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block it out.
"Why did you do this, Yasha?!" Shinjiro shouted, voice breaking. "Why didn't you just kill the wolf and that bastard at the same time?! You could have saved him!" He clutched his head, pain and guilt crashing over him.
Yasha didn't answer, his face pale and expressionless. He couldn't even look at Shinjiro.
A raspy voice broke the silence. The thief, still alive, coughed up blood and glared at them with a wicked grin.
"Death... will come," he rasped, his voice like gravel. "You will regret... everything..." His body went limp, eyes glazing over.
Silence fell, save for the faint whimpering of the dying old man and the wet, tearing noises as the wolf continued its grim feast. Yasha and Shinjiro remained rooted to the spot, the weight of their choice sinking in, suffocating them.
After a few minutes, Shinjiro finally broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "So... what now?"
Yasha didn't respond, his eyes fixed on the ground.
Shinjiro took a shaky breath and continued, forcing himself to speak. "The old man said we can't enter the place Master wants us to go without him. He told us they'd kill us on the spot if we show up alone."
Yasha slowly turned his gaze toward Shinjiro
"Yeah..." Shinjiro's voice cracked. "He said there is a heavy security there right now The old man was supposed to vouch for us. Without him... we're as good as dead if we go there."
A bitter laugh escaped Yasha's lips, but it didn't reach his eyes. "So, we're stuck. No way forward. No way back."
Shinjiro didn't reply. He just stared at the bloodstained ground where the old man had taken his last breath. The thief's body lay a few feet away, lifeless, but his last words still echoed in Shinjiro's mind: Death will come. You will regret everything.
Yasha finally moved, wiping the blood off his hands on the grass. "We can't stay here. Wolves will come back. We need to move."
Shinjiro replies with a smile "we really need to fear wolves? you have the power of nishya you can handle them with ease ,While..." his voice cracked "I'm weakling responsible for that old man death...all he wanted for us was to survive"
Yasha stands up
"If we can't stand, there's no future and without Future there is no tomorrow."
Shinjiro who was hopeless looks at yasha hearing his word and determination to move forward he too stands
"Yeah...thats what brother do right!"
Through every step of their brutal journey, the brothers kept moving. The lessons from the old man, the wolf, and the thief had changed them, made them harder, but they couldn't stop. They knew the truth—if they didn't keep going, there would be no future at all. Now then Time passes like winds
Shinjiro wipes his brow, grumbling, "I wonder when we'll actually reach that damn location."
Yasha, also breathing heavily, glances around at the empty horizon. "Two months and 4 days and still no sign of another soul. It's like we're just wandering in circles."
Shinjiro gives a tired shrug. "Maybe we are."
Yasha shakes his head, pushing forward. "No, we can't be. We've come too far. We'll find it eventually."
Just then
they heard the voice of soldiers Marching
with excitement Shinjiro said "That's it! We are here finally"
Yasha grabbed Shinjiro's shoulder, forcing him to stay low behind the crumbling stone wall. His voice was sharp but controlled.
"Shut up, Brother. You don't remember what the old man told us? They'll kill any outsider on sight after those Gennus terror attacks."
Shinjiro shot him an annoyed glance, his jaw clenched.
"Then what are we supposed to do? Just watch them march?"
He squinted at the soldiers, noticing something peculiar.
"That old man also had one of those shiny black sticks they're carrying..."
Yasha's voice cut through the tension, calm but firm.
"Those are called guns. They're interesting weapons, but against my Nishya power, they're useless... Those bullets won't affect me."
The army came to a halt, the ground vibrating with the synchronized stomp of boots.
Shinjiro raised an eyebrow.
"So, you should attack them, right?"
Yasha shook his head, a hint of caution in his tone.
"No. If we attack now, we lose the chance to negotiate. We need to assess their intent first. And besides that we aren't here to commit violence we are here to make a pact we can't do anything out of fear "
Shinjiro let out a frustrated sigh.
"Great. So we just sit here and watch?"
"It's unlikely they'll leave," Yasha replied, eyes fixed on the formation. "They're security... But for now, that's all we can do—wait and see."
They sat on the rough, jagged rock, tension threading the air around them. Hours crawled by, fatigue settling in.
"Hey, Yasha!" Shinjiro nudged him awake. "Look at that—the guards. There are children there... They're carrying something in bags."
Yasha rubbed his eyes and squinted at the scene.
"That's probably food for the soldiers."
One of the guards smiled warmly, patting his daughter's head.
"Thank you, Angel."
Shinjiro frowned.
"Why would they let kids deliver lunch?"
"Maybe because the enemy doesn't attack children," Yasha replied thoughtfully.
Shinjiro scoffed.
"But how long are we gonna stay here, hiding behind a rock?"
Before Yasha could answer, gunfire erupted, piercing the stillness. Chaos engulfed the area as armed figures charged in, bullets spraying indiscriminately.
"What the hell's going on?!" Shinjiro shouted, eyes wide.
Yasha's face hardened.
"As expected... The Gennusian terrorists are attacking Zandara. We need to get out of here—now!"
Shinjiro's eyes widened in disbelief.
"What the hell—right now?!"
Without another word, Yasha grabbed him and bolted from behind the rock. The soldiers on both sides briefly glanced at them, but their focus was elsewhere—on the chaos of the battle.
The Gennus soldiers wore blue-gray uniforms, while the Zandarians were dressed in brownish hues.
The first to fall was a Zandarian soldier—the man who had been smiling at his daughter just moments before. He crumpled to the ground, blood staining the dirt. His daughter, standing nearby, was next. The soldiers around them followed in rapid succession, a row of innocent lives snuffed out in an instant.
Shinjiro's heart pounded. "No!"
Yasha's voice was cold, determined.
"Grab onto me, Shinjiro."
It took a moment for Shinjiro to process the urgency, but then he reached out and grabbed onto Yasha's back. Yasha didn't hesitate; he sprinted away, his speed unmatched. But as they ran, Shinjiro's eyes darted back to the battlefield.
"Wait, brother! There are children still there!"
Yasha kept running, his face expressionless.
"We can't save them. If we fight now, you'll die. You can't handle the arrows from these weapons."
Shinjiro's chest tightened as they disappeared further from the conflict. He could still hear the screams in the distance, but Yasha was resolute—there was no turning back.
Then, the Zandarian soldiers erupted in a cry of hope.
"CAPTAIN IS HERE!"
A figure leaped from the crowd—a tall individual who soared over the soldiers with ease, a grin spread across his face.
"Yahoooo!"
The Captain moved like a whirlwind, gunning down the Gennus soldiers one by one. They trembled in fear, but he showed no mercy. He seemed to move inhumanly fast, his invisible grappling hook pulling him to the ground like a phantom.
He caught one of the Gennus soldiers by the collar, the man's terror evident. The Captain's laughter echoed through the chaos as he shot him in cold blood. He did the same to the others, one by one, savoring the fear that clung to each of them.
He paused, standing tall over their lifeless bodies.
"What a bunch of losers... attacking while children are present. That's a new low, isn't it?"
A soldier, still alive, fired his gun in a desperate last attempt. The Captain smiled, unfazed. The bullet had no effect. With a calm, almost detached expression, he finished him off with a swift shot.
"Those who do not have strength... will reach the same end," he murmured.
His eyes then caught sight of Yasha, running with Shinjiro on his back. The Captain smiled, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He aimed his pistol at them.
"More of you idiots..."
Yasha didn't even flinch, his expression unchanged as he continued to run. The Captain's smile widened.
"So, a Nishya brat?"
Without another word, the Captain activated his grappling hook and launched himself toward them. He soared through the air, the distance closing in a blink.
Yasha looked up, his eyes narrowing.
"Nishya Mode... finally getting some use..." He smiled grimly, barely a second to react before the Captain was upon them.
"BANG!"
The sound of the gunshot echoed through the air. Shinjiro's heart dropped as he heard the sharp crack. Yasha stumbled, his body jerking violently as the bullet pierced his neck.
Yasha fell to the ground with a heavy thud. Shinjiro's world slowed, his vision narrowing to the sight of his brother collapsing. He couldn't breathe.
"No!" Shinjiro screamed, his voice cracking. "Brother—wake up! You can't just die—NOT LIKE THIS!"
He scrambled to Yasha's side, shaking him, but there was no response. Blood pooled beneath Yasha's body, staining the earth beneath him.
"You told me... you promised me," Shinjiro choked, tears welling up. "We were going to save them... the people who wanted to live... the women, the men, the children in Niyati..."
He held Yasha's lifeless body, his mind screaming in denial
He remembers when he and Yasha first met.
11 years before
"Who are you?" Shinjiro asks, his voice trembling.
The guards surrounding him—around 20 in number—had lifeless, soulless voices. One of them punched the 10-year-old Shinjiro straight in the face, their intent clear—they wanted him dead.
Just then, like a wing of hope, the sound of slicing filled the air. Yasha appeared, cutting down all 20 guards with his power of Nishya. Shinjiro, innocent yet terrified, looked at Yasha. "Who are you?" he asked.
Yasha replied in a stoic voice, "I'm Yasha."
Shinjiro, still in shock, asked, "How did you defeat them so easily? Didn't you fear them?"
Yasha moved his head back slightly, a faint smile appearing. "If you can't stand, there's no future. And if there's no future... there's no tomorrow!"
Present
The battle had ended. Shinjiro just sat there, watching his brother gone. He was disappointed with the world, with life, with himself. He just wanted to end it all—he was broken into pieces.
The captain left Shinjiro alive, deeming him not worth killing. He walked back to his Zandarian soldiers, speaking with a devious smile. "Well... anyway, your pathetic plan of letting children join the battlefield to avoid attacks didn't work."
One soldier reported, "Yes, sir! Out of five, only four are alive, sir. All their parents are gone except Zackly's."
The captain observed and said, "Well, well... I guess you should send them to the Nishya Camp. It'll be easy—we won't need to kill their parents."
Zackly screamed, "Sir! I'm alive!"
The captain looked at Zackly with disdain. "Well... it seems like it's too bad for you." He pointed his gun and shot the man in the head. Zackly fell, lifeless, as the other soldiers watched, their faces pale.
The captain sneered at the children. "I can earn some money off you kids, it seems."
One soldier protested, "Sir! You can't do this. You can't send them through the donation way—they're the children of our soldiers! You can't take profit of that!"
Calmly, the captain said, "Bang," shooting the soldier in the head. "I couldn't care less about the benefit of this trash country. I'm here because I'm strong—stronger than anyone!"
He turned to his soldiers. "Anyway, I'm taking the kids."
Shinjiro cried heavily, staring at Yasha's body. "I don't understand it! Niyati... what does the future of others matter without you, Yasha!"
A memory came to him from two months and five days ago.
2 months 5 days ago(Past)
Mathur said, "Shinjiro, the only way to attain Nishya power is to transcend the mind and calm it yourself."
Yasha, who was sparring with Shinjiro without using Nishya, stopped. "Master, you're wrong... Although I don't know exactly what triggers Nishya power, I know for sure it's determination, pain, loss, shock, and especially rage that awakens it—at least, that's what I know!"
Mathur looked at Yasha in shock. "What are you talking about?"
Yasha looked at Shinjiro. "Shinjiro! I will protect you with all my might on this journey so you can carry the will of me and future of Niyati. Maybe when I die, I will live on through you,I promise you"
In the present, Shinjiro's soul was fueled by determination and loss. He screamed as hard as he could, a scream that transcended pain—pure rage. He marched towards the captain and the Zandarian soldiers, his Nishya power finally awakening.
2 months 5 days (Past)-
Yasha looked at Shinjiro then said
"Because...if you can't stand then there is no future"
Present
In the present, Shinjiro shouted,
"Without future, there is no tomorrow!!!!!"
He punched the captain's face as hard as he could, sending him meters away across the open field.
Exhausted from using the power, Shinjiro collapsed.
The captain, coughing up blood but still alive, smiled. "Spectacular! If I didn't have regeneration as a specialty of Nishya, who knows what could've happened to me."
He walked away, passing through the Zandarian soldiers. "Bring that boy to my room and do whatever you want with the other boy's dead body," he ordered, his smile fading
The end
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