Year 2189... Goquas - Juvian islands. (City - country)
"Carrying out these missions is dangerous, Hidetsugu, you're a fool if you think you can keep this up." A disheveled young man snaked through the hallways following a cloaked individual and whisper-screaming his worries out, "they might have already realised about your plans." His voice was cracked in uncertainty. A digital lantern on a levitator followed them, programmed to dimly light their way.
"The people might be kidnapped and tortured by the queen, she doesn't need evidence to fight against you. You do not know what they did to us in the villages, how they took children expected to have the best quirks...-" he scoffed and grabbed Hidetsugu when it seemed like the other was paying any attention to him, "Look at me!" He panted, "I don't want anything happening to you as well," The man froze when Hidetsugu reached out and held his arms, taking off his hood.
Hidetsugu smiled at him, a man of gold eyes and black waves with streaks of white in his hair. The butler seemed to calm down a little and glare down at him. Seeing his face morph into a scowl Hidetsugu sighed, "You worry far too much... if I was scared of death, I wouldn't have gone to the villages to save the people."
"I fear. I am the one who's scared."
The two men stared at each other in uncertainty, "Come. Let us talk." Hidetsugu tutted. The other man's expression remained stoic feeling as if he had been ignored yet again, he suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.
As they reached the master bedroom, the man poured Hidetsugu some wine to sip on while the other removed his cloak along with his ridiculously colourful costume, snapping off the heavy gauntlets around his wrists that assisted his power, a power called a flair.
Hidetsugu took the wine, nodding in appreciation and opened the curtains of his balcony. To reveal a beautiful city of skyscrapers standing proud and shooting towards the endless ceiling. Drones scanning around the city for crime. Hidetsugu narrowed his eyes at the heroes casually walking around in their super-suits designed uniquely for their specific flairs, faded in the distance. Neon advertisements screamed attraction from onlookers and cars speeded on the seemingly floating interconnected highways. Blurs of colour.
This was Juvia; a place where the walls that separated the privileged from the starved, the ever blooming country that somehow never bloomed.
Beyond the skyscrapers, barbed walls with armed cameras and drones hummed over the borders between the much developed capital and people that were kept in nothing more than destroyed huts and wet mud shelters beyond. Each year these walls would grow thicker, It was a sharp reminder of how much had changed, even in his lifetime. The friend present took a shaky breathe and looked away, he was one of those people beyond the capital borders.
Rikina was the queen ruled with an iron fist; hot and scalding. Flairs had been there since the first man walked the earth claiming lands and calling himself one of the first rulers. Flairs had been there when the first king of Juvia had led his people to what was considered no man's land and made it habitable after limitless wars with the natives; they had reached a stalemate in the end, history ends without mentioning the tribes again. Some named it divine intervention and Hidetsugu only laughed at the gossip. It was ridiculous wasn't it? The king, the chosen son of gods and from his lineage came the devil that watched all burn from paradise.
"Rikina has gone too far with her economic rationalisation. The people beyond the walls are starving while we hoard the crops they farm and export it to fill the pockets of the elites in the capital, heroes are banned from helping them in crime, those people are dying." Hidetsugu shook his head in guilt and severe pity, "Do not ask me to abandon the people, the villages where you came from. Don't you understand? it's why I became a hero." He sat in front of his friend.
Said friend pinched his own nose bridge, "Your complex has blinded you, it has made you take a foolish approach. The new queen- she's bribing the heroes to stay within the capital, she's executing everyone who goes beyond the borders, you know this, why are you being so difficult about this!?" He rasped, his voice laced with frustration.
"I'm becoming a popular hero internationally, they can't make me disappear without consequences. I'll be fine." He knew what he was getting into; he was still not ready to back down, and perhaps he was stupid for doing so. The friend sighed and glanced at the scenery outside, "you are impossible." Hidetsugu chuckled at that, he was trying to make out the huge barbed wall in the distance, illuminated only by the dull moonlight. After much hesitation the friend pleaded, "be careful then." He released his clenched fists and squeezed Hidetsugu's shoulder with his hand.
"I will." Hidetsugu nodded, his smile unwavering.