The floor spilled with blood
Athena crying over her parents corpses
Why…why did you do it …ahhhhhh…aunt Mikoto
As Mikoto walks out the room athena attacks her from behind with a sword
Athena "dieee…."
Mikoto swiftly punches her in the stomach and athina pukes
Mikoto " your not strong enough to kill me Athina "
After Mikoto leves athina crawled to her parents body and shed the tears of blood
And a light appeared behind her and Kaiho entered
Kaiho "athena "
Athena takes and sword and slashes and Kaiho dorge it in time to evade a fatal blow but his cheek ends up getting cut
"Athena this is a dream you gotta wake up "
"Die…die…die…die…"
"Ok she isn't in the mood to listen …lesser…lessser…lesser "kaiho shouts
Athena's eves turns black and her strength increases rapidly
She dashes and cuts one of kaihos army
"Shit she is fast I don't think I can dorge that
Kaiho "ahhhhhh…..) he screams in pain
Kaiho "I don't think I could stop her she is too strong for me it should have him lesser not me , it hurts so bad"
Athina"I'll kill u … I'll kill you …ill kill you then I'll kill your bitch of a mother and then finally your father"
Kaiho "face turned emotionless "
As the battle continues
He thinks "what does it have anything to do with them "
"Why does she want to kill them"
"I am losing a lot of blood I don't think I could hold out much longer and my stamina will also drop "
"Just how weak am I "
Athena"you know how ill kill them ,I'll first cut there finger then slowly work my way to their hands and legs …"
Kaiho thinks"I don't know why she wants to kill them or the reason… I don't give a shit I have to protect them…even if it kills me "
Athina swiftly goes for a strab Kaiho
Kaiho doesn't move and gets stabbed the swords goes right through his body
Kaiho gets flashbacks
Kaiho"Koshiro"
Koshiro "yeah"
Kaiho "why are we in the lawn at 6 am "
Koshiro "i want to teach u something "
Kaiho "dude I am not a morning person"
As Kaiho said that koshiro's fist glowed golden "
Koshiro "this is my ultimate technique technique it's called "all mighty fist of the Omni king to give justice "
Kaiho "that name sucks "
Koshiro"language"
Kaiho "how about something shorter since you created it why don't u name it Ken Koshiro"
Koshiro "it dosnt seems to rhyme "
Kaiho"Mikoto Koshiro "
Mikoto " how about Kaiho Ken "
Kaiho "what?"
Koshiro " that sounds perfect "
Kaiho " dude dude no"
Mikoto "so it's final then we will call it Kaiho Ken "
Kaiho "are you guys even listening "
Koshiro "Any ways Kaiho Ken is a technique when an atom's nucleus splits into smaller nuclei, releasing energy kinda like a Nuclear fission"
Kaiho "nuclear what now "
So this is how it
Koshiro stood calmly on the lawn in the early morning light, his eyes focused on Kaiho who was about to try the technique known as Kaiho Ken. His tone was usually playful, but today it carried a rare note of concern.
"Kaiho Ken is a technique that manipulates energy at an atomic level," Koshiro explained, his voice steady and measured. "It works through nuclear fission—when an atom's nucleus splits into smaller nuclei, it releases a massive amount of energy. If you can compress that energy into your fist and keep it stable, you'll have a devastating strike. But if you lose control…" His hand glowed with a steady golden aura as he demonstrated, the energy pulsing rhythmically.
Kaiho arched an eyebrow. "So basically, an overpowered punch?"
Koshiro gave a small, concerned smile. "Yes, but power without control is dangerous, Kaiho. You must balance it carefully. Otherwise, you risk harming yourself."
Kaiho's eyes lit up with excitement. "Alright, let me try."
Before Koshiro could caution him further, Kaiho clenched his fist and forced energy into it. A faint glow flickered uncertainly at first, then burst into chaotic brilliance. For a moment, Kaiho felt an exhilarating surge of raw power—until a violent shockwave erupted from his hand.
The blast threw Kaiho backward, and he crashed into the soft grass. Pain exploded in his wrist and arm, and he crumpled, a guttural cry escaping his lips as his vision blurred.
Koshiro's heart clenched at the sight. Dropping to his knees beside Kaiho, his concern was palpable. "Kaiho! Are you all right?" he asked, his voice thick with worry as he gently examined the injured limb. His hands, normally so steady and assured, trembled slightly as he applied a healing technique to stanch the bleeding.
Kaiho groaned, the pain overwhelming. "Y-yeah, it hurts… it really hurts," he managed between gritted teeth.
Koshiro's eyes softened with concern as he looked into Kaiho's pained expression. "I told you, balance is everything. Promise me you'll never use Kaiho Ken without my permission until you're ready," he said firmly, his tone echoing both the calm of a teacher and the protective care of a father.
Kaiho, still wincing, managed a weak nod. "I—promise."
Kaiho staggered back into the common room, his face pale and his hand crudely bandaged. In the midst of serving her lunch, Mikoto's plate clattered to the floor, shattering against the tiled surface. For an instant, she froze in shock before rushing to his side.
"Kaiho, what happened?" she demanded, her voice a mix of concern and reproach. Without waiting for an answer, she knelt beside him, pulling a small medicine packet from her bag and gently applying it to his injured hand. With practiced care, she wrapped a fresh bandage around the wound, her touch both tender and firm.
Kaiho's eyes fluttered closed as the pain and exhaustion overwhelmed him. His breathing slowed, and soon, he slumped against the wall, drifting into a fitful sleep.
A few moments later, as the room settled into a quiet lull, Koshiro stepped out from the adjacent corridor. His normally composed features were etched with worry as he approached his wife, who was still hovering protectively over their sleeping son.
Mikoto sighed, glancing at Kaiho's resting form. "I hope he learns to be more careful," she murmured, though a trace of guilt laced her tone.
Koshiro folded his arms, his gaze fixed on the bandaged hand. "It seems he's still too impulsive, too eager to push his limits without thinking." His voice was calm, measured—a stark contrast to the intensity of Mikoto's worry.
Mikoto shook her head. "He's our son, after all. He's young and not yet wise enough to understand the consequences of his actions." Her eyes softened as she looked at Kaiho, then hardened again. "I never misjudged your decisions, Koshiro, but Kaiho is not a genius. He's still just a kid."
Koshiro's expression flickered with regret. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, his tone heavy with paternal concern.
Mikoto gently patted his arm. "We'll both have to keep a closer watch on him. Promise me that you'll help guide him—no more reckless experiments without our supervision."
Koshiro nodded solemnly. "I promise."
As the room fell silent once more, Kaiho slept on, oblivious to the conversation around him. The soft murmur of concern from his parents filled the space, a reminder that even in a world of magic and chaos, family was the only constant.
Back in the present, chaos broke out.
Athena's sword pierced Kaiho, and he shouted, "I will protect them, even if I have to kill you, you bitch!" His voice trembled with anger and determination.
Barely audible, he muttered, "Kaiho...
Ken..." as if calling on a desperate technique.
Suddenly, a huge explosion rocked the room and threw Athena across the space.
She fell hard, coughing, "Cough... cough..." and lay on the ground, too weak to stand.
Both of them were badly injured. Kaiho's hand was swollen and had turned purple from internal bleeding. Despite the pain, he slowly got up and picked up Athena's sword.
Athena whispered, "go ahead what are you waiting for "