SNAP -
He Recalled the horrific sight of his mother's lifeless body with her neck snapped by his own hands. Blood stained his fingers, and the room was thick with the stench of death. The aftermath of violence hung in the air, an oppressive silence following the chaos. He stood over her, his breath steady, his eyes cold and unfeeling. The weight of what he had done was heavy, but strangely, he felt nothing. His mother's eyes stared lifelessly at the ceiling, a look of shock forever frozen on her face. He took a step back, his movements mechanical. The room seemed to close in, the walls bearing witness to the brutality. Memories of years of abuse flickered through his mind, but they no longer held any power over him. His knees hit the floor beside her, the pain barely registering. He reached out to close her vacant eyes, his hands steady and devoid of emotion.
" You're Free. "
RUSTLE. -
In the moonlit solitude, Kyotani stood alone, his eyes glowing with an eerie white light that pierced the darkness around him. His stance was poised and powerful, every muscle tensed with restrained energy. Shadows flickered across his face as he surveyed the quiet clearing with intense focus. His fists clenched at his sides, ready to unleash formidable force with each controlled movement. Under the moon's spectral glow, Kyotani exuded an unsettling aura of strength and resolve, a testament to his inner turmoil and unwavering determination. In the moonlit stillness, Kyotani's voice resonated, casual yet infused with a demonic undertone. It was as if two voices spoke in unison, one his own and another deeper, distorted but eerily clear.
" I'LL ERASE IT…"
" I'LL ERASE HIM…"
He uttered, the words carrying a chilling certainty. Each syllable echoed with a haunting quality, the dual voices blending seamlessly into a disconcerting harmony. As he stood there, bathed in the moon's pale light, Kyotani's presence exuded an unsettling aura. His voice, a manifestation of his inner turmoil and resolve, hung heavy in the night air, a promise of inexorable action. Jinghai felt a flicker of unease, sensing the unsettling aura emanating from Kyotani. Without hesitation, they clashed in a fierce brawl. As seconds passed, Kyotani's movements became eerily demonic and cold. Each strike was executed with supernatural speed and devastating impact, leaving no room for hesitation or mercy. The air crackled with the intensity of their battle, echoing with the clash of their formidable powers. Kyotani, consumed by his inner darkness, seized Jinghai's face in the midst of their intense battle. With a surge of brutal strength, he slammed Jinghai into the unforgiving pavement, the impact reverberating through the air. Gripping him tightly, Kyotani thrashed Jinghai's body with relentless ferocity, each motion fueled by a raw, primal aggression. The sounds of their struggle echoed through the night, punctuated by grunts and the harsh scrape of skin against stone, as Kyotani unleashed the full force of his pent-up rage.
Jinghai, undeterred by the eerie aura emanating from his opponent, lunged forward with a swift strike. Kyotani sidestepped with supernatural agility, his movements fluid and precise. He countered with a barrage of punches, each one landing with the force of a sledgehammer. Jinghai staggered under the onslaught, but quickly regained his footing, meeting Kyotani blow for blow.
" FROM THIS PLANET! "
" FROM THIS PLANET! "
In a moment of synchronized intensity, Kyotani and Jinghai both landed blows simultaneously, their fists connecting with a resounding impact. The force of their strikes sent shockwaves rippling through the air, creating a brief but palpable moment of equilibrium in the midst of their chaotic battle. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the deserted streets, punctuated by a sharp intake of breath from both warriors. For a fleeting instant, time seemed to stand still as they exchanged blows, each feeling the reverberations of their collision coursing through their bodies. Kyotani's cheek stung with the force of Jinghai's blow, while Jinghai felt the impact of Kyotani's strike reverberate through his bones. -
" That Day, I Learned What Real Cowardice Was. "
The memory unfolded with a haunting clarity, every detail etched vividly into his mind. A younger Kyotani walked home, his footsteps slow and hesitant on the creaky wooden floorboards of their dilapidated house. Each creak echoed through the dimly lit hallway, amplifying the oppressive silence that hung in the air. His heart pounded in his chest as he approached the living room, a sense of dread gnawing at his insides. As he turned the corner, he was met with the sight of his father, a hulking figure slouched on the worn-out couch. The stench of alcohol permeated the room, mixing with the stale air. His father's eyes, glassy and unfocused, flickered with a disturbing, aroused gleam. Kyotani's blood ran cold. He stood frozen, a wave of nausea washing over him. His father's presence was a dark cloud that suffocated any semblance of normalcy or safety in their home. The younger Kyotani clenched his fists, his small frame trembling with a mix of fear and anger. His father, noticing his presence, turned slowly, a twisted smile curling on his lips.
"You're home early?"
he slurred, his voice dripping with malice. The implication in his tone made Kyotani's skin crawl. For a moment, the boy considered running, but he knew there was no escape from the torment that awaited him. Instead, he stood his ground, his eyes hardening with a determination beyond his years. This was his life, his reality, and he would endure it, as he always had.
"Come here."
His father ordered, patting the space on the couch next to him. The younger Kyotani hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. The fear was almost paralyzing, but he took a step forward, then another, until he was standing just out of reach. His father's hand shot out, grabbing Kyotani's wrist with a bruising grip. The boy winced but didn't cry out, refusing to give his father the satisfaction. The older man pulled him closer with a series of violent grasps and gropes, his breath reeking of alcohol and something far more sinister.
"You think you're quite the man, don't you?"
- He sneered, his grip tightening.
"We'll see how tough you are then."
Kyotani's eyes burned with unshed rage, but he bit his lip, determined not to let the masquerade wither off. He knew that showing any sign of rebellion would only make things worse. He had to be strong, had to endure, just like he always did. His father shoved him away with a grunt of a sudden hatred, had it must been the procedure of alcohol consumed. Kyotani Landed With A Trail Of Blood That Led From His Mouth And Nose, Smeared Upon The Withering Wall. His Father Had Taken His Leave That Day, Never To Return. He was broken and damaged as blood smeared the wall. He lay limp, slumped against the cold surface, too battered to crawl to his room. Each breath was a shallow gasp, pain radiating through his small frame. His vision swam with tears and the ache of his injuries. Suddenly, his world went white. In the ethereal glow, a figure emerged—his future self. The grown Kyotani stood tall, watching over his younger self with a fierce, yet careless glare. The boy, oblivious to the spectral guardian, felt an inexplicable sense of strength seep into his consciousness, an almost supernatural resilience.
The older Kyotani, his eyes burning with the fire of countless battles, stood vigil. His presence was imposing, a silent protector forged from years of hardship and unyielding willpower. Though unable to physically intervene, his spirit reached back through time, offering a promise of resilience and survival.
" I AM THE ONE."