The battle between Yura De Urs—
—and Hiroshima Toko—
had begun.
"Leave him alone already!"
Yura screamed, his voice tearing through the chaos.
Hiroshima threw his head back, smiling wide.
"What are you talking about, newbie Yura De Urs?"
{Flashback}
Kael Draven sat on a bench beneath the shining sunlight.
Yura sat beside him, the breeze gentle, peaceful.
Kael muttered quietly,
"Yura… nobody really understands me."
Yura looked at him.
"What do you mean?"
Kael's gaze drifted forward.
"I never felt human warmth. Support. Touch. A hug. Kindness."
A pause.
"I was only hunted. That's my life."
{Yura vs Hiroshima}
"You know nothing about him!"
Yura screamed back, his voice shaking with rage.
"Huh?"
Hiroshima barely had time to react.
BOOM!
Yura's fist slammed into Hiroshima's head, staggering him back.
Vital Force burned fiercely around Yura's arms, his eyes blazing with determination.
I don't want to lose anyone else.
I don't want anyone else to die… or suffer like I did.
For Minami.
For my fallen friends.
For Sir Kael.
I must stop being afraid.
Yura stepped forward and slammed another punch.
THUD!
Hiroshima slid back a single step.
Then—
he laughed.
"Now this…"
Hiroshima wiped blood from the corner of his mouth, eyes shining.
"…is getting fun."