After that night, Kami changed.
Every single day, he trained with the sword.
Not because he wanted to be a hero—
but because he was afraid of being powerless again.
Dr. Atom's words echoed constantly in his mind.
A massive attack is coming.
Time is very limited.
Kami didn't know when it would happen.
How it would happen.
Or where it would begin.
But he knew one thing—
He had to be ready.
Balancing everything wasn't easy.
School.
Studies.
Training.
Every day felt heavier than the last.
But Kami refused to stop.
One afternoon, Kami asked his friends a simple question.
"Can you teach me how to ride a bike?"
They were surprised.
But they agreed.
From that day on, Kami's routine became strict.
School in the morning.
Bike practice in the evening.
And when night fell—
The jungle became his training ground.
Under the silent trees and cold moonlight, Kami practiced.
Again.
And again.
The sword was still heavy.
Painful.
But slowly—
Very slowly—
He began to lift it.
Not easily.
Not smoothly.
But he could lift it.
And that alone felt like victory.
Days turned into weeks.
Weeks into months.
Kami's body grew stronger.
His movements sharper.
His mind more focused.
At school, something else was approaching.
The annual festival.
It was special.
Because this year…
it was their final year.
After this, everyone would go their separate ways.
Different colleges.
Different lives.
The gang felt strangely quiet these days.
They laughed less.
Talked less.
No one said it out loud—
But everyone knew.
After the festival…
nothing would be the same.
Yet one name still haunted them.
Kirogami.
No clues.
No messages.
No trace.
Even after all this time.
The worry never left.
Training continued.
Kami pushed himself harder.
He could feel it—
He was becoming stronger.
More prepared.
And now, only one month remained before the annual festival.
On a quiet Sunday, Kami decided to rest.
For once.
He stayed home.
Letting his body recover.
But his mind refused to rest.
Dr. Atom said my memories aren't real…
If that's true…
Then what about this house?
Am I really living alone?
Do my parents even live here?
The thought disturbed him.
For so long, his parents used to return home regularly.
Especially when it was time for his medicine.
But now—
They were gone.
And no one questioned it.
Lost in thought, Kami turned on the TV.
News played in the background.
Then a headline caught his attention.
"The city's most powerful family's last heir will attend the annual festival as the chief guest."
Kami froze.
And then—
A smile slowly appeared on his face.
A genuine one.
For the first time in days.
He didn't know why.
But hearing that made him… happy.
Hopeful.
As if fate had quietly shifted.
Kami turned off the TV.
Went to his room.
And lay down on his bed.
As sleep took him—
One thought remained.
Maybe the festival isn't just a celebration…
Maybe it's the beginning of something far bigger.
To be continued…