When was the last time this happened? Azuma could not remember.
He was lying under the fallen boxes, something heavy kept him from moving but most of all, it was that numbing heaviness inside him that didn't let Azuma move.
"You were creating havoc in the underworld…" she dryly said, "with this?"
Her black military boots stopped in front of him, but all Azuma could see was hazy.
"Indeed you're strong," she said, "yet weak."
His body stopped trying to move and he felt like molten lead was frozen in his veins.
And his mind still refused to stop thinking.
Azuma had been lied to half his life, separated from his dreams and his family, and kept under watchful eyes, all because of a mystery that was woven in his past. It brought him towards strange powers.
And those powers took him to a world of bloodshed and chaos, it rewarded him with a life of solitude, and severed his bonds with the few people he had ever been close to.
