Drip. Drip. Drip. The rain lashed Terma village like a mad executioner, each drop a hammerblow on the coffin of what remained. Echoes splintered through the skeletal wooden walls, a dying heartbeat in a nightmare. The gutters, choked with rot and forgotten dreams, spewed black water like severed veins. Far across the belly of the sky, thunder growled a famished beast denied its feast. And the wind: it screamed. It clawed. It peeled the skin off the night...In this drowning dark, a figure staggered. Yutsuki Kazama. His steps were prayers to a god that wouldn't listen. Cuts laced his torso like wicked smiles, his shirt a sodden rag glued to his ribs. Warm blood trickled, mingling with the icy baptism, and he bit his tongue till the copper taste flooded his mouth. taste salty, The pain wouldn't relent. His pupils eye's swam in a red haze. His legs vibrating, columns of broken twigs, finally he legs gave us the ghost , and splintered. Thud. He hit the flood a crimson soup of himself and lay there, a discarded thing. waiting for deaths to toke over.The storm didn't care. It pounded on, each droplet a shard piercing his numb skin. Cold seeped into his marrow, and his cracked lips shaped a whisper, lost to the deluge: "I'll kill you, Mitsuki." The rain swallowed the words. He was a whisper in hell.The Gallows in Memory,
Flashbacks: Terma village, as the pink haze surrendered to the stars which sired with no sign of Life. A teen could be seen as he strides his way home, fists buried in pockets, a moth flapping unease in his chest. Streets buzz the ordinary hum of a village that doesn't know its throat is cut. Then: the clouds ulcerate. A metallic tang fills the air. He breaks into a sprint, dread uncoiling like a whip."Mom…Dad, please be safe!" he arrived at Kazama estate the Abattoir of dreams. which is now in complete ruin's. Garbage-strewn streets, buildings gnawed by fire, bodies heaped like trash. Yutsuki bursts through the skeletal gate, groceries tumbling, and beholds the scaffold. His parents hang limp, loops cruel around their necks. The wind toys with his mother's haira mocking caress. Her face, watch figure frozen in a lie of peace, her skin the cold gray of things long dead. He crumps to his knees, forehead grawling the mud. The sobs aren't hist hey're the earth's.
"Why! Why! Why did you leave me!" he cried out , A voice behind colder than the rain spoke drawing his attention, he quickly recognize it as his elder brother, "Why do you mourn for those who abandoned you?" Mitsuki. His brother. said as he make his way out from the dark stains with the bloods if the Kazamas bloodlines" You! You did thiswhy?!" yutsuki yelled in the top of his voice. I did what I had too, which is saving the future of this village. Including you. you should Be thankful." "Thankful?! You slaughtered them." His voice shatters. The bremirai seal on his chest pulses malignant, like a tumor fed by wrath. His irises burn a switch flipped. he didn't hesitate attacking his senior brother, on the other hand, mistsuk is a highly skilled warrior, with years of experience in combat, he knows when someone is about to make a move, he can predict there body movements , and state including body emotions. he then have to make a decision if he should kill the person or let's them live, mistsuk can also read when someone is lying or telling the truth, yutsuki in his amateur state doesn't care if he die or not, the only thing that matters to him right now is killing his elder big brother, yutsuki Fires blind him. Punches rain. Kicks scream. Slaps echo. Mitsuki parries without breath, a god playing a mortal." feeling irritated by yutsuki cries, mitsuki dicide to put an end in his little brother mysery, cashing a fist which almost connect to his face, shaking , you'reSmall and weak.there alot you still don't understand, I wish I could make this easier." I hope when that's time comes you'll finally able to understand the reason behind my actions, and I hope you'll forgive me,
he yanked Yutsuki crashes his face in the filth, a grawling slash across his gut. The last thing he hears, a winter whisper:" See you soon, bro'. Get stronger." Mitsuki said and evaporates. The night inherits the corpse...Yutsuki's pupils shrink in a swirling vortex. A faceless shadow bends, an umbrella a useless canopy against the maelstrom. he's hands shreds outs looking for anything to grab? He grabs it. The world narrows. Blackness feasts.The Emissaries of Judgment Jyutu high. till that's day will come yutsuki vowed he will killed his older brother mistsuk....
Two figures in white robes crystallize before Grandmaster Enzo and Chun-yin. Their silence sculpts the air into granite. Chun-yin's spine crawls the unspoken weight of executioners."What do you people want?" Enzo's voice pludes, though he knows the answer."I am Shea Castilian. This is Reyna Sherman. We come from the church's blade,in Italy. We excise what is unclean in Tokyo. If your soccerers meddle…they die. Without passion."Chun-yin's fingers twitch, nails biting palms. Enzo's grip restrains her hawk tethered."We aren't pawns. Tell them to stand down. We'll handle thing's from now on."Very well," Enzo says, a taste of ash in his mouth. They turn. Their footfalls erase hope. The air sighs, colder.Enzo broods: _Why does the church sharpen its knives here? Lust demons, tygarians…are we prey? Sunbeams slice terma's facade a lie. In a soft bed, Yutsuki (18) arches like a bow, bandages tight, pain a landlord in his skull. He pries eyelids open. he groans feeling thevrays of the sun shining on his face through the window, a small whisper left his lips "Where…am I?.. Jyutu High. School of Soccerers," says Enzo, a bald relic whose wrinkles map a thousand sorrows. " it's a miracle you survived, you had a some strength in you. enzo said enlighten the you teen. Memories avalanche: The gate full of pilled of bodes, his family hanged in ropes.
the smile's on mistsuk face... Tap. Tap. Tap._ Scalding tears carve canyons in his cheeks. Fists knot, nails cutting crescents."They're…gone. My parents…Mitsuki.Enzo folds him into a sepulcher of cloth. The boy's frame racks, a vessel breaking, I'll burn him. I'll destroy him." The old man holds tighter, as if he too could drown in that vow. Enzo chokes his head filling pity for the kid poor soul.