G.A AYANDOKUN
They were ten.
The first flames of power.
The Guardians of Magic.
Each bore a trait unlike any other — light, shadow, balance, dream, beast, mirror, silence, bloom, phantom… and flame.
Together, they shaped the blueprint of every gift that came after.
But unity did not last.
One rose against the rest.
The Flame Sovereign, once a beacon, burned with pride and fury. His fire sought not to protect, but to consume.
The war shattered the earth.
The nine stood against the one.
And though they sealed him, the price was everything — their names buried, their power scattered through bloodlines.
The world remembers them as myth.
But chains do not last forever.
And what was sealed in fire… always waits to burn again.
"Name's Nesshou Genta.
Funny, right? I used to say it loud, like it meant something.
Like I mattered.
Like I was free.
But after that night… I don't even know who's speaking when I open my mouth.
Me… or him.
They look at me different now.
Not like a classmate. Not like a friend.
Like I'm carrying something I was never meant to touch.
A curse.
A monster.
A fire that isn't mine, burning me from the inside.
And maybe they're right.
Maybe I was never supposed to exist.
Because every time I close my eyes, I hear him.
That laugh.
That roar.
That promise…
"Next time… no chains.'
And when I wake up… I don't feel like a boy anymore.
I feel like a weapon waiting to be used.
Or worse… unleashed."
PREVIOUSLY ON CLASS 24:
The Knights of SSUB descended into the dungeon, their mission clear—contain what should never have been released. In the dark, they found Nesshou—bound by chains, cursed with flames that were not his own.
When his eyes opened—one red, one black—their resolve shattered. Fear gripped even Daichi, their unshakable captain, as the boy's very presence threatened to break him.
They left him behind, sealed once more. But the dungeon trembled. Within Nesshou, a war raged—flame against shadow, boy against the cursed fire of Kagutsuchi.
Beaten, bloodied, and mocked as weak, Nesshou found his answer not in rage, but in resolve. His flames rose, no longer wild, but his own.
Now, for the first time, Kagutsuchi faces not a vessel… but a challenger.
EPISODE THREE: AWAKENING
"I'm not the one who should be afraid."
Kagutsuchi roared and charged, black flames twisting into a spear.
Nesshou burst forward, his red fire blazing hotter than ever.
They met in the middle.
Flame and shadow slammed together, the ground cracking, the sky shaking as the clash lit the world in fire
Crimson and black fire clashed again and again, each strike shaking the broken plain.
Nesshou ducked under a blazing kick, his counterpunch exploding with sparks as it smashed into Kagutsuchi's guard. The dark flame lashed back, but he met it head-on, their fists colliding in bursts that split the ground apart.
Every move flowed sharper. Every strike landed heavier. His body no longer staggered, no longer fought against the fire—it moved with it.
The flames answered him. They belonged to him.
In his mind, a voice rose—his own.
This… this is easy.
So this is what it feels like… having my power awakened.
I can't believe… I'm this strong.
Heat surged through his veins, his fire burning brighter than it ever had.
And as Kagutsuchi's black flames coiled to strike again, Nesshou's eyes narrowed, his resolve hardening.
Enough playing around.
It's time to end this.
The pace of the fight rose higher and higher.
Each strike came quicker, sharper, flames bursting with every move. Sparks scattered wildly as red and black fire slammed together, the ground breaking under their speed.
Then their bodies began to change.
Nesshou's crimson blaze spread across his skin, burning hotter, brighter, like fire boiling from within. Kagutsuchi's black flames coiled the same, wrapping him in a storm of searing darkness.
Two fires—one blazing red, one burning black—ignited fully.
Every movement now tore the air apart, the heat so fierce the plain itself seemed ready to collapse.
And then it happened.
Their fists collided with a force beyond imagination. The impact ripped through the air, sending a shockwave in every direction. Flames and sparks erupted violently from their bodies, mixing red and black in a dazzling inferno. The ground shuddered and split, the sky lit ablaze by the raw energy of their clash.
An explosion tore outward, a blinding, deafening eruption that seemed to shake the very fabric of the world.
When the smoke finally cleared, the world seemed unrecognizable. Ash floated lazily through the air, drifting over shattered ground and scorched earth. The heat lingered, a faint trembling in the air where the explosion had torn everything apart.
Amidst the ruins, Nesshou stood tall, his crimson flames flickering faintly, painting him like a living monument of fire. Every inch of his being radiated power, yet his chest heaved with the effort of containing it.
Beside him, Kagutsuchi lay on the ground, his black flames sputtering and fading, curling weakly around his body like smoke from a dying fire. The darkness that had once been so fierce now seemed fragile, scattered, and beaten.
For a heartbeat, the two figures were silent, the world around them still trembling from the force of their clash. Then, the wind carried the faint crackle of dying embers, whispering of the battle that had just reshaped everything.
Nesshou's eyes swept over Kagutsuchi, dark and smoldering, a mix of triumph and something harder to name—respect, perhaps, or the weight of what they had unleashed. The faint glow of his crimson flames reflected in his gaze, sharp as a blade, unwavering.
He took a slow breath, feeling the heat of his own power coursing through him, the surge that no one could claim or control. Every scar, every ounce of strength, every heartbeat belonged to him alone.
"My body… is mine."
The words hung in the scorched air, a declaration that even the fiercest fire could not consume.
Then, like the remnants of a fading dream, the battlefield dissolved. The firestorm, the shattered ground, even Kagutsuchi's smoldering form—all of it melted away, leaving only darkness. Nesshou felt a cold weight, chains biting into his wrists, the hard stone beneath him.
His eyes opened fully. The crimson blaze inside had calmed; the chaos was gone. This was not the raging fire of battle—this was his outer body, his real form, chained and waiting. His vision cleared, no longer a swirl of red and black, but the familiar, steady red of his own eyes.
For the first time in what felt like eternity, Nesshou saw himself as he truly was, whole yet bound, the power within him now contained, yet undeniably his.
Even as the battlefield inside him faded, a shadow lingered—a presence he could feel, coiling in the recesses of his mind.
A voice echoed, low and venomous, yet intimate, as if it had never left:
"You've won… for now. But you can't survive without me."
Nesshou's eyes narrowed, his crimson gaze steady, recognizing the voice immediately. The fire within him pulsed at the sound, a reminder that the battle may have ended, but the war was far from over.
He exhaled slowly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
"We'll see about that."
The words hung in the air, a silent promise and a warning, as the chains of the dungeon pressed cold against his wrists, and the fire inside him simmered, waiting.
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