Damon and Sani found themselves
teleported above a magnificent waterfall in
the heart of the jungle. As they marveled at
their surroundings, their attention was
captured by a young boy being pursued
gang of menacing robbers. To their
astonishment, the boy unleashed a surge of
extraordinary powers, causing the robbers
to crumble before him.
Caught off guard, Damon and Sani observed
the boy's every move, captivated by his
abilities. However, their watchful eyes did
not go unnoticed. Sensing their presence,
the boy abruptly changed direction and
sprinted towards them with light speed.
Realizing the imminent danger, Damon and
Sani attempted to flee, their hearts
pounding with fear.
But fate seemed determined to entwine
their destinies. In a matter of moments, the
boy caught up with them, his eyes gleaming
with curiosity and a hint of apprehension.
Damon and Sani stood frozen, their minds
racing with questions about the incredible
powers this boy possessed and what his
unexpected arrival meant for their own
journey in this mystifying jungle.
In a sudden twist, the boy seized Damon's
neck in mid-air, casting doubt on their
intentions and leaving Damon and Sani
grappling with uncertainty and fear.
Damon struggled to speak as the boy's grip
tightened around his neck. Gasping for air,
he managed to choke out his words.
"Please... let go... we mean you no harm," he
wheezed, his voice strained. "We... we were
just exploring the jungle when we saw those
robbers chasing you."
Sani, her eyes wide with fear, pleaded with
the boy. "It's true! We were just trying to get
out of this forest and we stumbled upon you
by accident.
As the boy tightened his grip on Damon's
neck, he demanded answers. "Why should I
believe your words? Tell me, who sent you?
Did they send you to kll me too?" he
questioned, his voice filled with suspicion
and fear.
Struggling to breathe, Damon managed to
respond through the pain. "No, we weren't
sent by anybody," he gasped. "We're just
lost travelers, trying to survive in this
jungle."
Sani, her voice trembling, stepped forward.
"Look at me," she pleaded. "'Do you think
anybody would send a little girl to kill
somebody? We stumbled upon you by
chance, and we want to help."
The boy's gaze shifted towards Sani, his
expression softening ever so slightly. He
loosened his grip on Damon's neck, giving
him a moment to catch his breath. "I've been chased for days," he confessed. "I
don't know who to trust anymore."
Damon, now able to speak more clearly,
empathized with the boy's predicament.
"We understand your fear," he said
earnestly. "But we can't survive alone
either. Let us prove our intentions. We can
watch each other's backs."
The boy hesitated, uncertainty flickering in
his eyes. Slowly, he released Damon's neck,
taking a step back.
Damon and Sani relieved that their words
had reached the boy's heart.
The boy's resolve remained firnm. "Don't get
me wrong, I don't plan to join you guys. I'm
on my way," he stated, determination in his
voice.
Sani, her eyes pleading, made a request.
"Can we just walk with you until we leave
this forest? With you, we won't have to
worry about robbers and thieves, and we
can navigate our way out of this jungle more
easily. We won't get in your way, I
promise."
The boy considered her words for a moment
before finlly relenting. "Fine," he replied,
his tone begrudgingly accepting, but don't
slow me down.
Relieved by his agreement, Damon and Sani
exchanged grateful glances. Together, this
unlikely trio set off, each driven by their own motivations, hoping to find safety and
a way out of the treacherous jungle.
As they walked through the dense jungle,
Damon couldn't help but dwell on the boy's
extraordinary abilities.
After a few minutes,
he mustered the courage to inquire, "I can't
believe you grabbed my neck and lifted me
in the air. You looks younger than me, yet
incredibly strong. And you move so fast, it's
like a blur. How did you do that?"
The boy remained silent for a moment
before finally responding, "Don't talk to
me. "
Damon's annoyance grew, and he persisted,
"Come on, what's the problem? I, too, have
my own purpose and need to become
stronger. Can't you share some tips with
me?"
The boy's silence persisted, further
frustrating Damon. "Okay, fine," Damon
grumbled. "If you don't want to talk about
that, can you at least tell me your name?"
The boy's voice was cold as he replied, "It's
Johan. Now, don't ask anything else."
Damon, genuinely curious, responded, "So
your name is Johan? That's a pretty cool
name. Are you from around here? Where's
your home?"
Johan's voice carried a weight of sorrow as
he replied, "My home? They are gone."
Sani's eyes widened with curiosity, but she held back her questions for the moment.
Damon, still unaware of the significance,
pressed further, "Gone? Are they on
vacation or something?" His gaze shifted to
the mark on Johan's left hand. "By the way,
that's a pretty cool mark. What's it for?"
Sani's eyes widened in realization, and she
hesitantly asked Johan, "Are you from the
"Trisuli Clan'?"
Johan's anger flared, and he attempted to
grab Sani. Reacting swiftly, Damon
intervened, kicking Johan away. "What's
your problem?" Damon demanded. "Why
are you being a psychopath?"
Sani urged Damon to hold back, realizing
her mistake. "Wait, Damon. Johan I am
sorry, so sorry. I didn't know that you were
from there."
Damon, still trying to grasp the situation,
questioned, "What's going on here?"
Sani's voice quivered as she explained, "The
"Trisuli Clan' was wiped out last year. There
are no survivors, except Johan. That's why
he was scared of us."
Johan's voice turned icy, filled with
warning, "Don't talk about my family, or I
will kill you."
The weight of tragedy and a deeply
wounded past now hung heavily in the air,
leaving Damon and Sani grappling with the
fragile threads of understanding and the pressing need to navigate this newfound
knowledge with caution.
As Johan sat lost in his thoughts, Damon
and Sani maintained a respectful distance,
keeping a watchful eye on him.
Damon couldn't contain his curiosity any longer
and turned to Sani, asking, "Can you tell me
more about his clan and what happened?"
Sani nodded, her voice filled with a mix of
sadness and knowledge. "The Trisuli Clan
had a population of around 400. They all
possessed the Trisul mark, a birthmark that
holds some kind of power. It grants them
enhanced speed and emits a spiritual
pressure capable of knocking out others."
Damon's eyebrows furrowed in
contemplation. "So, were they wiped out
because they had these special powers?" he
questioned.
Sani sighed, her gaze fixed on Johan. "It's
complicated," she replied. "There were
rumors that some factions sought to
eliminate the Trisuli Clan due to their
abilities. They were seen as a threat, and
sadly, last year, tragedy struck, and the clan
was wiped out. Johan may be the last
survivor."
Damon's heart sank as he absorbed the
weight of their history. He understood the
fear and pain Johan carried within him, the
weight of loss and the burden of being the sole remnant of a once-thriving clan.
Damon, still grappling with the disturbing
revelations, turned to Sani with a puzzled
expression. "So, they were killed just
because people were afraid of their super-
fast power and spiritual pressure? Is that
all?"
Sani corrected Damon's understanding. "If
it were just about speed and spiritual
pressure, then something like this couldn't
have happened," she clarified, emphasizing
the magnitude of the situation. The Trisuli
Clan's fate was not merely a consequence of
their abilities but a deeper truth that had yet
to be uncovered.
As Damon listened to Sani's words, a mix of
shock and anger welled up inside him. "If it
was just their powers, it wouldn't be a
problem?" he repeated incredulously.
"What were they afraid of then?"
Sani's voice turned somber. "The Trisul's
true awakening. It was just a rumor from
the past, but three years ago, it was
confirmed as a possibility. That's when they
made their move, orchestrating the
massacre in a single night."
Damon clenched his fists, his anger
burning.'"And who were the ones behind
it?" he demanded, his voice seething with
rage.
Sani's gaze dropped, filled with sorrow. "The Elite Gang No.4 commander and the
Carang Gang No.5 commander," she
revealed. "You're already familiar with
Carang Gang, and the Elite Gang is one of
the seven notorious gangs. They were
dispatched to carry out this mission."
Damon's face twisted with fury. The weight
of injustice and betrayal pressed upon him.
Words failed him as the enormity of the
tragedy sank in. He could only imagine the
pain and loss that Johan carried, being the
sole survivor of such an atrocity.
Silence hung heavy in the air as Damon and
Sani absorbed the truth, their hearts heavy
with the weight of the past.
Johan sat alone, lost in the painful
memories of his hometown. In his mind, he
saw a vivid image of his mother and father,
their voices echoing in his ears.
"Johan, you must run," his father had
pleaded, fear etched on his face. "Protect
yourself. We'll hold them off"
Tears welled up in Johan's eyes as he
remembered his mother's gentle voice.
"Stay strong, my son," she had whispered,
tears streaming down her face. "Find a way
to survive."
In that haunting moment, the Elite Gang
No.4 commander and the Carang Gang No.5
commander descended upon their village,
their ruthlessness palpable. Johan's parents fought valiantly, until the end.
The memory of that tragic night was etched
into Johan's soul. The screams of pain, the
sight of bloodshed, and the feeling of
helplessness consumed him. He was left all
alone, the last survivor of the Trisuli Clan,
burdened with the weight of his family's
loss.
The sorrow and anger welled up within
Johan, and he clenched his fists, feeling the
urge for vengeance burn in his heart. The
memories served as a constant reminder of
the merciless actions of the Elite and Carang
gangs. The pain of losing his parents, the
injustice inflicted upon his clan, fueled his
determination to seek justice and to honor
his family's memory.
With tears streaming down his face, Johan
vowed to find a way to unveil the truth, to
expose those responsible for the
annihilation of his clan. Every step he took
would be dedicated to the memory of his
beloved parents, their love forever etched in
his heart.
CHAPTER 5 ENDS
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CHAPTER 6- I WANT THAT SWORD