The sun started to set as Kamio and Irima finished their training. "Ah, ah." Kamio breathed heavily.
"Damn, that was tiring." Kamio said.
"Get used to it. As long as we're resting here, you and I will be training." Irima told him.
"Y-you b-b-brats." Irika stammered out, as she coughed up blood.
"Looks like she's the only protection they have in this forest." Nine said.
"Then this will be a piece of cake." The boy said.
Kamio laid in a bed, the room he was in is empty except for the bed. 'I'm so tired, nothing like ever would have happened back in my world.' Kamio thought with a smile.
He looked out the window next to the bed and saw Irima carrying something onto the back porch. "What's she doing?"
Irima carried a small wooden box onto the back porch. "What's in the box?" Yuuki questioned.
"Just some old photos." Irima told her.
"Photos?"
"Yeah, of me and Sella."
"Finally found you!" The young boy said, as he and Nine emerged from the forest.
"Huh, who's there?!" Irima questioned.
"What? Don't recognize us?" The boy said.
"Wait a minute, Seven and Nine!?"
To Be Continued