The war. Everything was turned into ashes. Blood. Death. Blood. Destruction. Blood. Bodies. Blood. Flames.

It is a time of knighthood era from what I can see. A kingdom has fallen. This kingdom was the greatest and most powerful nation to ever exist during this era.

You think there was another kingdom who is more powerful enough to conquer this strong nation? No. It was a civil war. This happened because the king's nephew tried to overthrow the king. A war broke out between the two and the faith of the civilians fell into this meaningless war. Now, the war has ended. Most of the soldiers are dead from both sides.

"God bless you, my dear nephew. You were a strong warrior but an arrogant and disgusting one" the king said this to the dead body of his nephew.

The king was too injured and near his death bed.

He had thrown his weapon away. He is looking above. A new morning is coming. A new era will start.

"You were damn right. I was wrong. I was foolish enough to think that I can change the future of humanity by guiding them but I was wrong. It was pure childish dream"

He then turned his face towards his right direction.

He saw the familiar face he knew. If I have to describe this person by looking at him, I would say he shouldn't exist. He appears to not even possess a physical form. A clean dark shadow body. He was smiling at the dying king.

"O my dear child. I know what your destiny is. I know when you will die" he smiled at him. The king just can't help in his injured condition but smiles towards his friend.

"You tried to stop me but I didn't follow your advice. Sorry, my friend"

That mysterious guy shook his head.

"No. I know what you will choose. I know what is your destiny and currently, it is not time to die, my dear friend. Just rise, my friend. Bring the hell to this world. Change the world into the one where a perfect Utopia would exist. A world where everyone is saved. Don't you want this world? A perfect childish foolish world? A loser is a loser and a winner is a winner. This is how world work"

He turned towards me. He smiled at me. He knew all that. Like he wants me to see this conversion.

"Join us and shake the bounds of this world" he offered me something I can't describe. I see the six different colors that cover me. Red. Blue. Pink. Black. Gold. White. Power Rangers!

——I am dreaming.

Light enters the dark shed.

"Uh."

My mind, waking up…

"Seig, are you awake?"

…Feels the cold air and the approaching footsteps.

"Umm... good morning, senpai"

The one who was sleeping was a young man with white hair which is impossible to find in Japan. He opened his deep water blue eyes.

The girl who he referred to as senpai is Hikado Rei. She is very average height. She got good sizes— I mean good heart. She has long purple beautiful hair and silver shining eyes beautiful like that of stars in the night sky.

"Wake up, Seig. Or you will be late for school"

I try to open my eyes that still want some sleep.

"We go to the same school, senpai!"

"I don't care. We are not the same. So, we are not from the same school and I don't know you in my school" she smiled at me like I am an idiot.

"Well, you are idiot"

"Did you read my mind?"

"Maybe because you are easy to read. Also, wake up before that cheeky brat pull up some poison in your food"

She left my room.

"Damn. I always wonder why she even visits me everyday? Maybe she get free food here"

I stand up from my bed, which is quite a floor thing of Japanese culture even though I am a foreigner.

The Fujimaru house is a Japanese-style house on the outskirts of town.

I live here with a Japanese person who is not related to me but somehow they are. Well, the fact is that I am except my name and I know basic knowledge and somehow I can speak and understand japanese very easily. The family who took me told me that my parents were close friends of theirs and my parents died in a car crash in Japan. So, due to a hit up accident...I lost my memories.

That on its own is a mystery. Fact is that the Fujimaru family left for a vacation leaving only their single daughter behind who is my childhood friend. I don't know what type of mysteries this city even holds.

Shambhala. What a weird name for a city.