The first hint of dawn crept over the mountains, painting the sky in pale grays and soft pinks. The estate was still, the waterfall's roar a distant lullaby.
Then Azrael's voice cut through the silence — deep, commanding, impossible to ignore.
"Up. All of you. Now."
Doors slid open almost in unison. Groans echoed down the halls as the group stumbled out, hair messy, eyes bleary from the abrupt wake-up.
Zen rubbed his face, voice hoarse. "Master… It's barely light."
Azrael stood in the center hall, arms folded, silver eyes sharp. "Exactly. You've had your rest. Today, hell begins again."
Kaiser stretched, already resigned. "Run?"
Azrael nodded once. "Ten kilometers up the mountain trail. No Astral. No shortcuts. Move."
Esil yawned, tying her purple hair back. "But… Yuna?"
Azrael's gaze softened — just a fraction. "She trains differently. Healing path. She stays."
Valkyrie pulled on her shoes without complaint. "Understood."
Rein emerged last, gloves on, violet eyes adjusting to the dim light. Stella, beside him, silver hair loose.
Azrael met Rein's gaze. "You too. Lead or lag — your choice."
Rein nodded. "Yes, Master."
The group filed out into the crisp morning air, breaths fogging as they started the long jog up the winding mountain path. Footsteps crunched on gravel, the waterfall fading behind them.
Back in the center hall, the door to Yuna's room remained closed — peaceful, undisturbed.
Principal Wilson sat at the low table, sipping tea from a steaming cup. He looked up as Azrael returned, a small smile on his face.
"Good morning, Master."
Azrael poured himself a cup and sat across from him. "Morning."
Wilson chuckled softly. "They'll hate you for this."
Azrael's lips twitched. "They'll thank me later."
Outside, the runners disappeared into the mist-shrouded trail.
Hell had resumed.
But in the quiet hall, tea steamed between two old friends, and one new trainee slept on — her path gentler, but no less important.
The day had begun.
The mountain trail wound steeply upward, gravel crunching under their feet as the group pushed through the early morning mist. The air was crisp and thin, burning lungs and legs alike. Dawn light filtered through the pines, but the beauty was lost on them now — every step a reminder that rest days were over.
Stella's breath came in short gasps, silver hair sticking to her forehead with sweat. "This is… hard," she managed, voice strained but determined.
Kaiser chuckled ahead of her, pace steady despite the incline. "It's your first time on this run. Same with you, too, right, Valkyrie?"
Valkyrie, usually unflappable, had a faint flush on her cheeks, silver-pink hair tied back tightly. "Yeah…" she admitted, exhaling sharply. "Feels like my legs are made of lead."
Zen, farther up the path, groaned dramatically without breaking stride. "Well, it's still as bad as last time for me. Who thought mountains were a good idea?"
"No kidding," Rein called back, his own breathing labored. He wiped sweat from his brow, violet eyes narrowed against the rising sun. "I thought rest days were supposed to help."
Esil laughed breathlessly from the middle of the pack, purple hair bouncing with each step. "Aw, little newbies. Although… it is a little harder for some reason."
"Of course it is," Maki said dryly, her light orange ponytail swinging as she powered ahead without seeming winded. "Three days of resting. No shit, your muscles forgot what pain feels like."
Stella shot her a playful glare. "Thanks for the sympathy, Maki."
Maki smirked over her shoulder. "Sympathy doesn't make the hill shorter."
Kaiser glanced back at the group, grinning. "Come on, keep up. Azrael's probably timing us from the estate with that scary stare of his."
Zen wheezed. "Don't remind me. If I collapse, just leave me for the birds."
Esil rolled her eyes. "Dramatic as always. You survived last time, you'll survive this."
"Barely," Zen muttered. "My legs are screaming. What about you, Rein? You're quiet back there."
Rein forced a small smile, pushing through the burn. "Trying not to think about it. One step at a time."
Stella fell into place beside him, bumping his shoulder lightly. "We'll make it together."
He nodded, grateful for her presence. "Yeah. Together."
Valkyrie, catching her breath, added, "At least the view's nice… when I can see straight."
The trail steepened, the waterfall's roar growing fainter below. Sweat poured, lungs burned, but no one stopped. Complaints turned to encouragement — Esil cheering the "newbies," Maki calling back tips on breathing, Kaiser joking to keep spirits high.
Zen, despite his whining, stayed near the front. "Almost there, guys! I can feel the top mocking us!"
Maki snorted. "That's just your imagination."
"No," Zen gasped, "it's definitely mocking."
Laughter broke through the pain, light and real.
The run was hell.
But they faced it as one.
And with every painful step, they grew a little stronger.
Together.
Yuna woke to the soft morning light filtering through her window, the waterfall's distant song pulling her gently from sleep. She sat up slowly, pale pink hair falling in loose waves around her shoulders. For a moment, she simply breathed — the room was hers, the futon warm, the estate quiet.
A small smile touched her lips. It still felt like a dream.
She changed into a simple cream sweater and skirt, tied her hair back loosely, and made her way down the hall, notebook tucked under her arm.
The center hall was peaceful. Principal Wilson and Azrael were seated at the low table with tea steaming between them.
Yuna paused at the doorway, then lifted her hands in a gentle sign: Good morning.
Wilson looked up immediately, his face lighting with a warm smile. He signed back fluently: Good morning, my child. How did you sleep?
Yuna stepped in, signing as she moved to sit near him. Her breakfast — rice, miso soup, fresh fruit — was already waiting on the table, thoughtfully prepared.
Good, thank you very much… She paused, glancing around the empty hall. Where is everyone?
Azrael set his cup down and signed with precise, deliberate motions: They're out for training. Up the mountain.
Yuna's warm brown eyes widened slightly. She signed back, a touch of worry in her expression: Shouldn't I be with them?
Azrael's silver eyes met hers steadily. He signed: No. Your training here is different. Eat. I'll brief you later.
Yuna turned to Wilson, signing with a small, nervous smile: Should I be scared?
Wilson chuckled softly, the sound kind and reassuring. He signed back: No, my child. You're here for healing training. It's much easier than combat. Relax.
Yuna's shoulders eased. She signed: Okay. Thank you.
She picked up her chopsticks, taking a small bite of rice, eyes brightening at the taste.
Wilson poured her tea, signing: Eat slowly. There's no rush.
Azrael watched quietly, then signed to her: Welcome to the day, Yuna.
She looked at him, surprised by the gentleness in his signs, and projected a soft, glowing word in the air: Thank you, Master.
The hall felt calm, safe.
Outside, the others ran through hell.
But here, for Yuna, the morning was gentle.
A new beginning, one quiet bite at a time.
The mountain trail wound back downward, the group's footsteps pounding against the gravel as they made their way home. The early morning mist had burned off, leaving the air clear but crisp, lungs still aching from the uphill climb. Sweat dripped from brows, but spirits were high — or at least, they started that way.
"Almost done," Kaiser said, his voice steady despite the pace, orange eyes fixed on the path ahead.
"Easy for you to say, you lean muscle head," Zen panted, golden eyes narrowed in mock jealousy as he jogged beside him. "Some of us aren't built like walking training dummies."
"Zen, chill out," Rein called from a few steps behind, his breath coming in even bursts. His violet eyes scanned the trail, gloves tight on his hands. "We're almost back anyway."
"Hey, guys, what do you think Yuna is doing right now?" Esil asked, purple hair bouncing with each stride, her tone light to distract from the burn in her legs.
"Hmm… probably wondering where we are," Stella suggested, silver hair sticking to her forehead as she kept pace with Rein. "Or just chilling with Wilson and Azrael."
"Or probably doing her healing training already," Valkyrie added, her silver-pink hair tied back tightly, voice calm but edged with fatigue.
"I hope none of you are jealous," Maki said suddenly, her light orange ponytail swaying as she ran ahead, blue eyes glancing back at the group.
"What? Why would we be?" Rein asked, brow furrowing as he caught up slightly.
Maki shrugged without breaking stride. "Well, she's on an easier path than us. Healing training? Sounds like a walk in the park compared to what we do. I just thought, you know… some of you might be jealous."
Rein's steps slowed, then stopped abruptly, forcing the others to halt or risk running into him. His violet eyes narrowed, a flash of anger cutting through his usual calm. "That's heartless, Maki. It doesn't matter if she's on a different path. I'll never be jealous of her. She's already been through enough."
Maki turned fully now, stopping too, her expression cool but challenging. "Oh, give me a break. Because she's deaf, you pity her? Is that it? You're acting like she's fragile glass we have to tiptoe around."
"Pity?" Rein's voice rose, fists clenching at his sides. "That's not what this is. She's strong — stronger than you think. And yeah, her training's different, but that doesn't make it easier. It's not a competition, Maki. Why are you making it one?"
"Whoa, hey guys, calm down," Stella interjected, stepping between them, electric-blue eyes wide with concern. "We're all tired from the run. Let's not do this."
"Come on then," Maki said, ignoring Stella, her blue eyes locked on Rein. "Let's see what you can do, corrupted heir. Or are you letting your girlfriend stop you? Afraid to prove you're not just riding on pity yourself?"
"Maki, calm it," Kaiser growled, his voice full of rare anger as he grabbed her arm lightly. "You're crossing the line."
"Oh, great," Maki snapped, shaking him off. "Now you're defending him, too? What, because he's got that tragic backstory? We all have scars, Kaiser. Not everyone gets a free pass."
"We're not doing anything stupid," Kaiser said firmly, stepping in front of her. "Let's get back to the estate. Now."
Maki crossed her arms, glaring at Rein. "Fine. But don't act like you're better than the rest of us just because you've got 'inner demons' or whatever."
"Maki, say you're sorry," Kaiser demanded, his orange eyes flashing.
"What?" Maki scoffed.
"You too, Rein," Kaiser added, turning to him.
Rein exhaled sharply, running a hand through his white hair. "Hmm… sorry," he muttered, though his voice was tight.
"Huh, like I give a damn about that," Maki said coldly, turning on her heel and running ahead toward the estate, her pace furious.
The group stood in stunned silence for a moment, the mountain air suddenly heavier.
Esil broke it first, voice small. "What… just happened?"
Valkyrie shook her head. "Maki's not usually like that. The run must've gotten to her."
Stella placed a hand on Rein's arm. "You okay?"
Rein nodded, but his eyes were distant. "Yeah. Let's just get back."
Kaiser sighed. "Come on. We'll talk to her later."
They resumed the jog, the earlier lightness gone, replaced by a tense quiet.
The trail sloped downward, the estate coming into view.
But the argument lingered like a shadow, a reminder that even in family, scars could still ache.
And sometimes, words cut deeper than any blade.
Maki made it back early, her fast pace carrying her down the mountain trail ahead of the others. Sweat cooled on her skin in the morning air, but the burn in her legs was nothing compared to the knot in her chest. She slid the door to the center hall open quietly, expecting emptiness.
Instead, she froze.
Principal Wilson and Azrael sat with Yuna at the low table. Soft morning light filtered through the windows, illuminating the scene. Yuna's pale pink hair fell gently around her face as she concentrated, her warm brown eyes focused. Small orbs of healing light hovered above her palms — delicate, glowing softly like captured starlight.
Wilson guided her hands with gentle signs, Azrael observing with his usual intensity.
Maki's arrival went unnoticed at first.
"Welcome back, Maki," Azrael said without looking up, voice calm. "Freshen up, then backyard."
"Yes, Master," Maki replied automatically, voice tight.
She backed out, sliding the door shut.
Inside, Wilson's expression shifted. He signed quickly to Azrael, fingers precise: Something's wrong.
Azrael signed back, gray eyes narrowing slightly: Yes. I felt it.
Yuna tilted her head, confusion in her large brown eyes. She projected glowing question marks in the air — soft, floating symbols that shimmered and faded.
Wilson smiled reassuringly and signed: Oh, it's nothing. Just the others returning soon.
Yuna's worry eased, and she nodded, returning to her practice with quiet focus.
The door slid open again moments later.
The rest of the group filed in — sweaty, breathing heavy, the mountain run's toll clear on their faces. Rein's violet eyes softened immediately at the sight of Yuna, the glowing orbs reflecting in them like quiet hope.
Stella's silver hair clung to her forehead, but she smiled warmly.
Esil's purple hair was a mess, but her eyes lit up. "AWW, she's cute."
"Agreed," Stella said softly, her electric-blue eyes gentle.
Wilson clapped once, pride clear as Yuna's light orbs stabilized and brightened.
Azrael stood. "Freshen up, then backyard."
"Yes, Master," they said together, voices overlapping.
The group dispersed, but the air felt different — heavier for some, lighter for others.
Yuna watched them go, projecting a small glowing heart that floated briefly before fading.
Training waited.
But some tensions lingered, unspoken in the morning light.
After everyone had freshened up, the group made their way to the backyard, the scarred earth and stone dummies waiting under the morning sun. The waterfall's roar filled the air, but something else hung heavier — an unspoken tension that thickened with every step.
Maki was already there, light orange ponytail tied tight, stance rigid as she shadowboxed near a dummy. Her blue eyes flicked up as the others arrived, lingering on Rein for a beat too long.
Azrael stood in the center, arms folded, silver gaze sharp.
Maki stepped forward. "Master, I wish to spar with Rein."
The yard went quiet.
Azrael's eyes narrowed, shifting between them. "Why?"
Maki's voice was calm, but edged. "I want to see where he stands."
Azrael studied her for a long moment, then turned to Rein. "Rein, are you okay with this?"
Rein met his gaze, violet eyes steady despite the knot in his stomach. "Yes, Master."
Azrael's expression didn't change, but he knew now — something was wrong. Deeply wrong.
Principal Wilson and Yuna arrived at the edge of the yard just then, Wilson guiding her gently. Yuna's pale pink hair caught the light, warm brown eyes curious as she clutched her notebook.
Azrael signed quickly to Yuna while speaking aloud for clarity: "Fight."
Yuna's eyes widened slightly, but she nodded, projecting a small glowing question mark before settling to watch.
The group formed a loose circle, tension thick.
Rein and Maki stepped into the center.
Maki moved first — fast, aggressive. Her punches came sharp and heavy, not the controlled strikes of training, but ones meant to hurt.
Rein dodged mostly, feet light on the gravel, blocking when he had to. "Maki, slow down—"
She didn't. A low kick swept at his legs; he jumped back.
"Come on," Maki said, voice low. "Show me what the 'corrupted heir' can do."
Rein's eyes flashed. He started striking back — punches precise, controlled, made for training, not harm.
Maki pressed harder. White Astral energy flared around her fist — uncontrolled, dangerous.
The punch landed hard on Rein's side.
He staggered, coughing, with a trickle of blood at his lip.
The group gasped.
"Come on, Corrupted Heir," Maki said, circling. "Fight back for real."
Wilson's eyes widened in concern. "Maki—"
Yuna's hands flew to her mouth, projecting frantic glowing words: Stop! Hurt!
Stella stepped forward. "Maki, enough!"
Rein wiped his mouth, standing straight. "I hope you know what you're doing, Maki Voss."
The fight continued.
Rein's counters grew sharper — accurate, forcing Maki to defend. He dodged another Astral-charged strike, gravel flying.
Maki snarled. "You're holding back. Just like always."
She lunged again, full Astral energy surging — a killing blow aimed straight for his chest.
"MAKI!" Wilson shouted.
Azrael moved.
In a blur, he was there — hand catching her wrist, silver Astral light absorbing the impact. The force rippled through the air, kicking up dust.
Maki's eyes widened, breath ragged.
Azrael's voice was ice. "Enough."
He released her. Maki stumbled back, chest heaving.
Rein dropped to one knee, coughing more blood, but his violet eyes burned with determination.
Azrael looked down at him. "Rein, do you wish to continue?"
Rein pushed himself up slowly, voice rough but unwavering. "Yeah…"
Azrael was speechless for a heartbeat — in that defiance, that refusal to break, he saw a glimpse of Silas. The same fire.
"As you wish," Azrael said quietly, stepping aside.
Maki attacked again, recklessly.
This time, Rein caught her punch — twisted, dodged, and moved behind her.
His counterpunch stopped inches from her face — force enough to bruise, but held back.
The yard held its breath.
"Come on," Maki said, voice shaking with anger and something deeper. "Do it."
Rein's fist trembled, but stayed still. "I'm not that type of person, Maki."
"You're going to do the same thing in battle, too, huh?" Maki snapped. "Hold back and get us all killed?"
"You're hopeless," she muttered, turning away.
Azrael's voice cut through. "Maki. You and me. After training."
"Yes, Master," Maki replied, head low.
Azrael turned to the group. "Rein, get yourself treated. Esil, help him. Kaiser and Zen, you're up next."
Yuna was already moving, notebook forgotten, signing frantically as she hurried to Rein's side with Esil.
The yard felt heavier than before.
Hell had resumed.
But some battles weren't against dummies.
And some wounds weren't from fists.
The treatment room was quiet, the scent of herbal salves mingling with the faint mist from the open window. Sunlight streamed in, casting warm patterns on the tatami mats. Esil worked carefully, wrapping fresh bandages around Rein's bruised side, her purple hair tied back to keep it out of the way.
Yuna sat nearby, warm brown eyes wide with worry, her pale pink hair falling softly over her shoulders. She clutched her notebook, but instead lifted her hands to sign quickly: Are you okay?
Rein, sitting shirtless on the futon, winced slightly but managed a playful smile. He signed back — his movements slow but practiced, a secret skill no one knew he'd honed alone: Yeah, I'm fine. It just burns a bit, really.
Yuna's expression softened, but she signed again: It looked bad. I was scared.
He nodded, signing: I'm tougher than I look. Promise.
Esil finished tying the bandage, her voice low so Yuna wouldn't catch the full conversation — no need to worry her more. "She's not holding back, Rein. Then why did you?"
Rein glanced at Yuna, who was watching with quiet concern, then back to Esil. "How can I make this right, Esil?"
Esil sighed, wiping her hands on a cloth. "Maki's combative — that's her way. If you hold back again, she'll think you're pitying her too. But she was punching to hurt, not to train. That's not like her."
Rein's violet eyes hardened with determination. "If I want a rematch, will that work?"
"WHAT?" Esil's eyes widened. "Are you crazy? If you hold back again, she WILL rip you apart."
"Fine by me," Rein said, voice steady. "If it'll work to make things right…"
"Dude, you're insane," Esil muttered, shaking her head.
"Thank you," Rein replied with a faint smile, pulling on his shirt.
Yuna tilted her head, sensing the tension, and projected glowing words: What's wrong?
Esil waved it off with a quick sign: Nothing. Just talking.
Yuna nodded, but her brown eyes lingered on Rein, full of quiet empathy.
Rein, Esil, and Yuna made their way back to the yard. The match between Zen and Kaiser had just finished — Kaiser standing tall, Zen on the ground, panting but grinning.
"Kaiser wins," Azrael announced, voice even.
"Oh man, you monster. GG," Zen said from the floor, tired but good-natured.
"Good match, Zen," Kaiser replied, offering a hand up.
"Oh, hey, welcome back," Kaiser said, spotting them.
Rein nodded, then stepped forward. "Master Voss, I'd like a rematch with Maki. With some conditions."
Azrael's silver eyes narrowed. "And what are the conditions?"
"Full-out Astral battle. No more holding back. And no one interferes."
The yard went silent.
Stella's electric-blue eyes widened. "Rein, you'll get yourself killed."
"We're here to be broken, Stella," Rein said firmly, meeting her gaze. "And to be better."
Zen sat up. "Whoa, dude. You sure?"
Esil crossed her arms. "He's serious."
Valkyrie nodded slowly. "Bold."
Maki, standing at the edge, crossed her arms tighter. "Fine. Let's see if you can back up the talk."
Azrael studied them both, then nodded. "As you wish."
Yuna, watching from the side with Wilson, projected worried glowing words: Careful. Please.
Wilson signed back: They'll be okay.
The group formed a wide circle, tension thick in the air. The waterfall roared louder now, like a warning.
Maki and Rein stepped to the center of the yard.
Azrael raised a hand. "Begin."
Maki exploded forward — fast, furious, white Astral energy crackling around her fists like lightning. Her punch aimed for Rein's chest, no hesitation.
Rein dodged sideways, gravel flying. "Death wish?" Maki taunted, spinning into a kick.
"Maybe," Rein replied, voice low. He channeled his power — Dual Vein surging, a purple mix of Astral and Chaotic energies swirling around him like a storm. "The corrupted heir is here."
The fight erupted into chaos.
Maki threw punches infused with blazing white energy, each one a thunderclap. Rein blocked one, the impact jarring his bones, sending sparks flying.
He countered — a purple-charged jab grazing her shoulder, forcing her back.
The group watched, breaths held.
"She's not holding back," Stella whispered, worried.
"No," Valkyrie said. "Neither is he."
Maki pressed harder. "Come on, heir! Show me the monster!"
Rein's eyes narrowed. He knew his limit was coming fast — the toll of Abyssal Amethyst gnawing at him already. Sweat poured, vision blurring.
He fell to one knee after a solid hit to his side, gasping.
Maki took advantage — charging in with a flurry of blows.
The toll hit Rein hard. He coughed blood, knees buckling.
But something snapped inside him.
A surge — raw, electric. His Dual Vein twisted, expanded. Tri Vein.
New power flooded his blood, violet energy exploding outward.
Maki's final punch came — killing intent in her eyes.
Rein's hand shot up. A shimmering purple shield formed, blocking it with a deafening crack. The force pushed Maki back, staggering.
Everyone's eyes widened.
"HOLY CRAP," Zen shouted.
Maki steadied herself, breathing heavy. "What…?"
Rein stood, the new power thrumming through him — stronger, faster. But unstable.
He moved — a blur, faster than the human eye could track.
One moment behind Maki, his voice ice cold in her ear: "Still want to fight?"
Maki spun, left leg sweeping with Astral force.
Rein dodged effortlessly, weaving like a shadow.
Maki tried again — punches, kicks, energy blasts — but failing, frustration mounting.
"You're… too fast," she gasped.
Rein charged his hand — purple energy coiling like a serpent. He punched the air toward her.
The blast ripped forward — a wave of compressed force, stopping inches from her face, wind whipping her hair.
Maki froze, eyes wide.
"That's it," Azrael commanded, voice cutting through.
Rein stopped Abyssal Amethyst instantly.
Then the bigger toll hit — a tidal wave of pain. His body screamed, vision blackening.
"AGH!" Rein collapsed, clutching his chest, gasping.
Stella rushed forward. "Rein!"
The yard erupted — concern, shock, questions.
Maki stood frozen, breathing ragged, realization dawning. She'd gone too far.
Azrael stepped to Rein's side. "Esil. Treat him. Yuna, assist."
Yuna nodded quickly, projecting glowing words: Help. Now.
The fight was over.
But the echoes lingered — power awakened, bonds tested.
Hell had resumed.
And it had claimed its price.
The backyard fell into a heavy silence after Rein's collapse, the dust settling slowly around his crumpled form. His chest rose and fell in shallow, ragged breaths, violet eyes fluttering shut as the toll of Abyssal Amethyst ravaged him from within. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, staining the gravel dark.
Stella dropped to her knees beside him first, her hands hovering helplessly over his bruised side. "Rein... no, please..." Her voice cracked, electric-blue eyes filling with tears as she brushed damp white hair from his forehead. "You pushed too far..."
Esil knelt on his other side, face pale, purple hair falling forward as she checked his pulse. "He's... he's breathing, but barely. The toll hit him like a truck."
Yuna stood frozen at the edge, warm brown eyes wide with horror. Her hands trembled violently as she signed, projecting frantic, glowing words that flickered in the air: Rein! No! Hurt badly!
Azrael's voice cut through the chaos, sharp but controlled. He signed as he spoke, ensuring Yuna caught every word. "Actually, wait. Esil, you assist. And Yuna—you treat."
Yuna's hands flew up in shock, signing rapidly while her projected words shimmered with panic: W-WHAT?
Azrael met her gaze steadily, his signs deliberate and calm. "You're here for healing training, right? Heal Rein."
Yuna's cheeks flushed deep pink, her big brown eyes darting to Rein's pained form. She signed back, voice silent but hands shaking: Ok... But... scared. Don't want to mess up.
Stella turned to her immediately, forcing a watery smile through her tears. She signed slowly, carefully—her practice from the lessons paying off: You can do it. I believe in you. We all do.
Yuna's eyes glistened, a single tear slipping down her cheek. She nodded shakily, signing a small: Thank you... Try my best.
The group carefully carried Rein to the treatment room—Esil and Kaiser supporting his weight, Stella holding his hand the whole way. Maki lingered at the back, blue eyes downcast, arms crossed tightly over her chest. She knew what she'd done—pushed too far, let her anger turn the spar into something ugly. Guilt twisted in her gut, but she stayed silent, slipping away to the edge of the yard alone.
In the treatment room, soft light filtered through the shoji screens, the air thick with the scent of herbal salves. They laid Rein gently on the futon, his face pale and slick with sweat.
Yuna knelt beside him, her small hands trembling as she hovered them over his chest. Everyone watched in tense silence—Zen pacing anxiously, Valkyrie standing guard-like at the door, Esil ready with bandages.
Yuna closed her eyes, taking a deep, steadying breath. Golden Astral energy flickered to life around her palms at first—warm, hesitant—then shifted to a calm, soothing green, like fresh spring leaves in sunlight.
She placed her hands gently on Rein's chest, the green light spreading softly over his bruises and cuts.
Small wounds began to knit—scrapes closing, minor bruises fading. The room held its breath.
But the more serious damage from the toll—the internal strain on his veins, the chaotic backlash—remained stubbornly unchanged.
Yuna's eyes snapped open, glassy with frustration and unshed tears. She signed quickly, projected words wavering: But... it didn't work fully...
Wilson knelt beside her, placing a warm hand on her shoulder. He signed gently: Good work, my child. You healed what you could. That's progress.
Yuna's lower lip trembled, tears spilling over as she signed back: Not enough... He still hurts. My fault?
Azrael stepped forward, his presence grounding. He signed with steady reassurance: Small steps, my child. You're just beginning. This is why you're here—to grow.
Yuna wiped her eyes, nodding faintly, but the doubt lingered in her hunched shoulders.
Azrael knelt then, silver light blooming from his palms as he took over. The glow enveloped Rein fully, bones realigning with soft clicks, energy stabilizing. Minutes passed in silence before the light faded.
Azrael sat back, voice low as he signed for Yuna: "He'll wake up in a few hours. The toll was strong."
Zen exhaled shakily, golden eyes wide with worry. "He'll be fine, right? Like... really fine?"
Azrael met his gaze, then signed the response. "Hopefully."
The word hung heavy, unspoken fears rippling through the room.
Stella gripped Rein's hand tighter, tears falling silently onto the blanket. "He has to be..."
Azrael stood, expression stern but laced with quiet concern. "Everyone—back to training. Yuna, stay here with him. Watch over him."
Yuna nodded quickly, signing: Yes, Master. Stay.
Azrael turned to the door. "Next match: Stella and Esil."
The group filed out slowly, glances lingering on Rein's still form and Yuna's determined watch beside him.
Zen muttered as they left, voice thick: "This... this sucks. He pushed because of her..."
Esil elbowed him lightly. "We'll talk later. For now... train."
Outside, the waterfall roared on, indifferent.
In the treatment room, Yuna sat vigil—small hand resting near Rein's, green light flickering faintly now and then, practicing on minor aches.
She projected soft, glowing words above him: Wake up soon... Please. You're strong.
And in the quiet, she waited—her first real step as a healer, born from care.
Hell resumed outside.
But here, hope lingered in gentle green light.
Rein's eyes fluttered open slowly, the world coming into focus through a haze of dull pain. The soft light of the treatment room filtered through the shoji screens, and the first thing he saw was Yuna — her pale pink hair framing her worried face as she leaned over him, warm brown eyes wide with relief.
She signed quickly, hands trembling slightly: Wah! You're finally awake!
Rein groaned softly, pushing himself up on his elbows. A sharp ache lingered in his chest and veins, the toll's echo still throbbing like a distant storm, but it was bearable. He winced but managed a weak smile.
He signed back, voice hoarse as he spoke aloud for emphasis: How long was I out?
Yuna's fingers moved carefully: Five hours.
Rein blinked, sitting up straighter. "What?" he whispered, then signed again: Five hours?
She nodded, cheeks flushing a little.
He signed, concern deepening: You've been here the whole time?
Yuna hesitated, then signed back softly: Yes...
Rein's expression softened completely. He reached out slowly, gently patting the top of her head — a big-brother gesture, warm and reassuring. Thank you, he signed, his violet eyes full of quiet gratitude.
At that simple touch, Yuna's careful composure shattered.
Her eyes filled instantly, tears spilling over in fast, silent streams down her cheeks. Her hands shook as she signed, voice breaking in glowing projected words that flickered in the air: I thought... You were never going to wake up...
The words hung there, raw and vulnerable, her small frame trembling with the fear she'd held back for hours.
Rein's heart twisted. He sat up fully now, ignoring the lingering pain, and pulled her into a gentle hug — careful, protective. "Hey..." he murmured aloud, then signed against her shoulder: I'm sorry I scared you.
She clung to him for a moment, sobs silent but shoulders shaking.
Then Rein pulled back slightly, catching her teary gaze. He flexed his arms playfully — a goofy muscle pose that looked ridiculous with his bandaged side and tired grin — and signed: I told you I'm strong, remember?
Yuna stared for a second, then a watery laugh escaped her — silent, but bright, her hands covering her mouth as fresh tears turned to relieved ones. She signed back, wiping her eyes: Idiot... But yes. Strong.
Rein chuckled softly, ruffling her hair one more time before signing: Where's everyone else?
Yuna composed herself, signing with a small smile: Center hall. Stella fought Esil... Stella won.
Rein's eyebrows shot up. He signed and spoke in surprise: Oh wow. Really?
Yuna nodded, projecting a glowing thumbs-up for Stella.
Rein swung his legs off the futon, testing his balance. The pain was there, but manageable. He signed: Come on. Let's go join them.
Yuna stood quickly, offering her arm for support — unnecessary, but sweet. He took it anyway, smiling.
Together, they left the treatment room — Rein a little slower than usual, Yuna close by his side, her tears dried but her eyes brighter than before.
The family was waiting.
And for the first time that day, the ache in Rein's veins felt a little less heavy.
Rein and Yuna stepped into the center hall together, his arm lightly draped over her shoulder for balance more than needed. The room went quiet the instant they appeared — conversations cutting off mid-sentence, all eyes turning.
Stella was up first, electric-blue eyes wide with relief as she crossed the space in three quick strides. "Rein!" She wrapped her arms around him carefully, mindful of his side, burying her face in his shoulder. "Don't ever scare me like that again."
He hugged her back with one arm, the other still linked with Yuna's. "I'm okay," he murmured into her silver hair. "Promise."
Zen leaned forward from his cushion, golden eyes scanning him head to toe. "Dude, you look like you got hit by a truck. How're you feeling? For real — no tough guy act."
Rein managed a tired grin, easing down onto a cushion with Stella's help. Yuna sat close by his other side, watching everyone with quiet protectiveness. "Like I pushed too far," he admitted, voice rough. "The toll's still there — aching everywhere. But... better than before. Tri Vein hit different."
Esil scooted closer, purple hair falling over one eye as she tilted her head. "On a scale of 'mild headache' to 'about to die,' where are we at right now?"
"Somewhere in the middle," Rein said with a weak chuckle. "Like... 'could sleep for a week' but not dying."
Kaiser nodded slowly from across the circle, orange eyes steady and concerned. "That was a big breakthrough. You sure you're stable? No lingering... You know."
Rein flexed his fingers experimentally, violet eyes distant for a second. "Stable enough. It feels... stronger. But heavier too."
Valkyrie, arms crossed but posture softer than usual, spoke up quietly. "Pain level? Be honest."
He winced a little. "Ribs are bruised badly. Veins feel like they got fried. But I can move. Yuna helped a lot earlier — patched the small stuff."
Yuna blushed at the mention, signing shyly: Tried my best.
Wilson smiled warmly from his spot. "You're recovering faster than expected, my child. That's the important part."
Azrael watched silently, gray eyes unreadable but approving.
Stella kept her hand in his, squeezing gently. "You scared all of us. Next time... ease into it, okay?"
Zen leaned back, trying to lighten the air. "Yeah, man. No more dramatic collapses. My heart can't take it."
Esil grinned. "Seriously though — glad you're back. The hall was way too quiet without your brooding."
Rein rolled his eyes, but the smile reached them this time. "Thanks, guys. Really. Feeling... human again."
The group relaxed a fraction, the worry easing into quiet relief. Questions kept coming — gentle checks, no pressure — but the mood shifted warmer, the family circle closing tighter around him.
For now, he was okay.
And that was enough.
Rein glanced around the center hall, the warm afternoon light casting long shadows across the tatami. Everyone was there—Stella close by his side, Zen lounging dramatically, Esil and Valkyrie chatting softly, Kaiser watching with quiet concern. Even Yuna sat nearby, her warm brown eyes bright with relief as she signed a quick "Glad you're okay" that made him smile.
"Umm, what's the time?" Rein asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
Principal Wilson checked his watch with a gentle smile. "4:25 p.m., my child."
"And where's Maki?" Rein added, his violet eyes scanning the group.
Esil hesitated, purple hair falling over one eye as she glanced away. "Oh, umm... the roof."
"Okay," Rein said quietly, pushing himself to his feet. "I'll go see her then."
The room fell into a sudden, heavy silence. No one spoke for a long moment, the air thick with unspoken worry.
Kaiser broke it first, his deep voice laced with dry concern. "Do you plan to get yourself killed again?"
Rein managed a small chuckle, shaking his head. "No... just going to talk things out."
Zen snorted from his cushion, golden eyes twinkling despite the tension. "Rich coming from you."
"Thanks," Rein shot back with a wry grin.
Stella stood halfway, her hand reaching for his. "You want me to join?"
He met her electric-blue eyes, soft and full of quiet strength, and squeezed her hand gently before letting go. "No... sorry. I think this one's just us."
She nodded, worry flickering across her face, but she sat back down. "Be careful."
Rein made his way up the narrow stairs alone, each step echoing softly in the quiet estate. The rooftop door creaked open, and the golden afternoon sun spilled across the deck, painting everything in warm amber hues. The waterfall's roar was a constant, soothing hum in the distance.
Maki stood at the edge, light orange ponytail swaying gently in the breeze, her back to him as she gazed at the sinking sun. Her posture was rigid, arms crossed tightly over her chest.
"You're awake?" she said without turning, voice quieter than usual—almost surprised.
"Yeah," Rein replied softly, stepping closer. "Luckily."
He paused a few feet away. "Mind if I sit?"
"No," Maki answered, still facing the horizon. But Rein noticed the slight tremble in her shoulders, the way her fingers gripped her arms a little too hard.
He settled beside her on the deck's edge, legs dangling over the side, giving her space. The view was breathtaking—the sun dipping toward the mountains, turning the sky in shades of gold and pink.
"Nice view, isn't it?" Rein said lightly, trying to ease the tension. "Although... I prefer the stars more."
Maki finally glanced at him, the corner of her mouth twitching in a faint, playful smirk. "Want to get killed again?"
"Nah," Rein replied with a soft laugh. "I don't want to die."
For a long moment, neither spoke. The sun sank lower, the breeze carrying the faint mist from the falls.
Then Maki turned slowly toward him, her blue eyes watery, voice heavy with emotion she could no longer hold back.
"I... I'm sorry," she whispered, tears spilling over as her composure cracked.
"I'm so sorry," she repeated, voice breaking. She bowed deeply, forehead nearly touching her knees, body trembling visibly.
"Whoa, hey, you don't have to do that," Rein said quickly, reaching out but stopping short, his own eyes widening in surprise.
"I'm so sorry," Maki choked out again, tears flowing freely now, her shoulders shaking.
Rein shifted closer, voice gentle but firm. "Sit up, Maki. Please. I feel guilty seeing you like this."
She straightened slowly, wiping her eyes roughly, but the tears kept coming.
"It's okay," Rein said softly. "I forgive you. But... really? Were you actually jealous of Yuna?"
Maki shook her head, sniffling as she stared at the horizon again. "I don't know... My anger took over me. I don't hate her in any way. She's... she's sweet. I just... lost it."
"I know that," Rein replied, his tone understanding, no judgment. "I think we can end this here. What do you say?"
"Yes... Please," Maki whispered, voice thick with raw emotion—relief, regret, gratitude all tangled together.
Rein nodded, giving her a moment. Then he added quietly, "Before we go down... let yourself calm down. Let it out. Holding them in isn't right."
That was all it took.
Maki finally broke—tears turning to quiet sobs as she curled forward, repeating "I'm sorry" over and over, the words muffled but heartfelt. Rein sat beside her in silence, a steady presence, not touching but there—letting her release what she'd bottled up.
Minutes passed. The sun dipped lower, the sky deepening to orange.
Eventually, Maki's sobs eased. She wiped her face with her sleeve, taking a shaky breath. "Thanks... for not hating me."
"Never did," Rein said simply, offering a small smile. "We're family, right?"
She managed a watery nod, the tension finally draining from her shoulders.
Together, they stood and headed back down the stairs—Maki's steps lighter, Rein's steady beside her.
The rift was mended.
And as they rejoined the group below, the estate felt a little more whole.
Zen leaned against the doorframe, golden eyes flicking between Rein and Maki with his usual playful grin. "Oh, welcome back, you two... Everything alright?"
Rein stepped fully into the center hall, Maki a quiet step behind him. The late afternoon light painted warm stripes across the tatami, and the group's attention shifted instantly—curious, hopeful, a little tense.
"Yeah," Rein said softly, managing a small smile. "Everything's good."
Maki hesitated at the threshold, light orange ponytail swaying slightly as she lowered her head. Then, without a word, she bowed deeply to the entire room—formal, sincere, her voice steady but thick with emotion.
"I'm sorry for my indecent behavior," she said, the words carrying across the quiet hall. "Please... forgive me."
The silence stretched for a heartbeat.
Esil was up first, purple hair bouncing as she crossed the space in a rush. She threw her arms around Maki in a tight, fierce hug, nearly lifting her off the ground. "Oh, don't worry about it," Esil said, voice warm and teasing to hide the relief. "Everything's fine now. We're good—better than good."
Maki stiffened for a second, surprised, then slowly hugged back, her shoulders easing.
Yuna, sitting nearby with her notebook open, let out a visible sigh of relief—chest rising and falling as she signed a quick, glowing "Thank you" that floated softly in the air before fading.
Maki straightened, turning to Azrael at the head of the room. She bowed again, deeper this time. "Master... please forgive me."
Azrael regarded her with those piercing pale gray eyes, expression stern but not cold. A faint curve touched his lips—the rarest hint of approval. "I already did," he said calmly, "the moment you and Rein came to a truce."
Maki's breath hitched. "Thank you, Master," she whispered, voice cracking just slightly as she straightened, eyes glassy but steady.
The room relaxed collectively—Stella smiling softly from beside Rein, Valkyrie nodding with quiet respect, Kaiser offering a subtle thumbs-up, Zen flashing his trademark grin.
Azrael's gaze shifted to Rein, voice carrying that commanding weight. "Now, Rein. From now on, I'll train you personally to minimize your toll. Combat training resumes in two weeks—no sooner."
The words landed like a quiet thunderclap.
Zen blinked, leaning forward dramatically. "Oh wow... that was unexpected."
"No kidding," Rein echoed, violet eyes wide with surprise and a flicker of gratitude. He rubbed the back of his neck, a tired but genuine smile breaking through. "Thank you, Master."
Azrael nodded once; the matter was settled. "You've earned the time. Use it wisely."
The group exchanged glances—relief, excitement, a shared understanding settling over them like the fading golden light.
For the first time in days, the hall felt truly at peace.
Family, scars and all.
The backyard of Reiketsu Estate glowed in the last rays of sunset, the waterfall's mist catching the light like scattered diamonds. Training was in full swing: Kaiser and Maki exchanged precise, powerful strikes—grunts echoing with each block. Esil danced around Zen with playful illusions, dodging his speedy bursts while teasing him mercilessly. Stella and Valkyrie sparred with focused intensity, silver and electric-blue energies clashing in controlled bursts.
Azrael stood on the sidelines, arms crossed, offering occasional sharp suggestions—"Footwork, Zen. You're telegraphing." Yuna sat on a low stone bench, warm brown eyes wide as she watched, occasionally signing quick questions to Rein beside her. Wilson sipped tea calmly from a thermos, the picture of quiet observation.
Rein stood with his arms folded, violet eyes tracking the spars, a faint smile on his lips. The day felt... good. Almost peaceful.
Then—
SNAP.
The sound cracked through the air like breaking glass. In an instant, the world bled of color—sunset golds, greens of pines, blues of the sky—all drained to stark grayscale. Only Astral and Chaotic energies retained their vivid hues: silver around Azrael, silver-white flickers in Esil's illusions, blue in Stella's strikes.
Everyone froze mid-motion.
Kaiser's fist stopped inches from Maki's guard. Esil's illusion is half-formed. Zen mid-dash. Stella and Valkyrie's energies locked in a clash. No one dared move—except Azrael, whose pale gray eyes narrowed, hand already glowing faintly.
From behind Rein, shadows coiled upward like living smoke, condensing into a tall figure. Chaos stepped forward—dressed in an immaculate black shirt, black pants, black tie, black gloves, and a long black gallace coat that absorbed what little light remained. His white hair flowed like Rein's but longer, untamed. And his eyes—crimson red, glowing with ancient, predatory amusement.
He surveyed the frozen group with leisurely disdain.
"Don't even think of doing something stupid, vessel," Chaos said, his voice deep and layered—an echo of Rein's but colder, older, laced with centuries of weary malice.
No one spoke. The air felt thick, suffocating.
Esil's inner voice raced: Who the hell is that? He looks just like Rein... but wrong. So wrong.
Maki's thoughts churned: That aura... It's crushing. Like staring into an abyss that stares back.
Kaiser's mind blanked: What the actual hell...
Chaos's crimson gaze swept the yard, lips curling into a slow, regal smile. He raised one gloved hand, voice ringing with absolute authority—calm, inevitable, the tone of a king addressing insects.
"Hear me, insects. By my decree as sovereign of the Void, I forbid any soul here from so much as twitching until the Demon King has taken his leave. Defy this command... and I shall etch oblivion upon your very existence."
The words hung like chains, binding the air itself.
But Azrael didn't give a damn.
He stepped forward, silver energy crackling around his form. "What's your purpose here, Chaos?"
Chaos tilted his head, crimson eyes gleaming with faint amusement. "Merely to observe my vessel's progress, Azrael. Tri Vein already? Splendid work."
In a blink—faster than thought—he stood before Maki, towering slightly, his presence suffocating.
"And you, Maki Voss," he purred, voice low and threatening, like velvet over a blade. "Your anger was exquisite. Truly delicious. I would have savored it more... if you'd broken him completely."
Maki's breath hitched, blue eyes wide with horror and lingering guilt.
Chaos reached out a gloved hand toward her face—slow, deliberate.
Azrael moved like lightning, seizing Chaos's wrist in an iron grip, silver energy flaring. "Take your leave. Now. Before you regret lingering."
Chaos didn't flinch. His crimson eyes locked on Azrael's, smile widening. "Of course. But tell me, old friend—when you look at him, do you not feel that familiar guilt gnawing your bones? You failed to save his father, after all."
Rein's face twisted in fury. "You bastard... YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME!"
Blue Astral energy surged around Rein's hand, forming a glowing sword. He lunged, swinging with raw desperation.
Chaos sighed—the sound of ancient boredom—and gestured lazily downward.
An invisible force slammed Rein to his knees, the sword shattering harmlessly. "Oh, please. Silence yourself, vessel."
Chaos turned, crimson gaze landing on Yuna. She sat frozen, projecting frantic green shields instinctively.
"A deaf one?" he murmured, intrigued, stepping toward her with predatory grace.
Wilson shifted—just a fraction—to shield her.
Chaos's eyes flashed. In an instant, a blade of pure shadow materialized, slicing across Wilson's chest in a clean, brutal line.
SCK.
Wilson staggered, blood blooming dark across his shirt. "I told you not to move," Chaos said coolly.
Yuna's hands flew to Wilson, green healing light pouring from her palms as tears streamed down her face.
Chaos watched, head tilted. "Ahh... so the deaf one is a healer. How quaint." His gaze shifted to Stella, who trembled but stood firm. "And there's another spark in you too, isn't there, Stella?"
He moved to her in a blur, gloved fingers brushing her cheek—cold, possessive. A single tear escaped her eye.
"Oh, don't worry," he whispered, voice like silk over steel. "I quite like you."
Azrael had seen enough. Silver energy coalesced into a gleaming sword in his hand. He swung with lethal precision.
Chaos caught the blade mid-swing—bare-handed—the metal screeching against shadow.
Then—SCK.
The sword plunged into Azrael's lower chest, buried to the hilt.
Chaos leaned in close, crimson eyes boring into Azrael's. "Well... this has been interesting."
He released the blade, stepping back with regal nonchalance.
"I'll take my leave now."
SNAP.
Color flooded back into the world—sunset golds returning, energies fading to normal. Chaos dissolved into swirling shadows, vanishing as if he'd never been.
The backyard erupted into chaos.
"Master!" Maki cried, rushing to Azrael as he sank to one knee, blood pooling.
"Wilson!" Stella shouted, supporting the principal as he clutched his chest.
Yuna's healing light poured desperately into Wilson, green glow bright and frantic.
Kaiser and Zen bolted to Azrael's side, Esil and Valkyrie helping support him.
Rein staggered to his feet, violet eyes burning with rage and fear. "Get them to the treatment room—now!"
The group moved as one—carrying Azrael and Wilson inside, the waterfall's roar suddenly deafening in the stunned silence.
Chaos was gone.
But his words lingered like poison.
And the war had truly begun.