Chapter 1: Sakarame
[[Date: Aprílios 28, 2025]]
[[Time: Evening]]
[[Location: Pacific Sea]]
It seemed to be a normal day, bright skies stretched wide above. The sun's rays dancing gently across the still surface of the water. For a moment, there was only peace.
Then came the flash. A streak of black light zipped across the sky, tearing through the clouds like a blade. A deafening crack split the silence as an aircraft ripped through the sound barrier, shaking the ocean below and sending violent waves crashing toward the shore.
Inside the aircraft were five men. Three of them shifted anxiously as they flicked through glowing control panels, not buttons or levers, but projected interfaces suspended in the air. Despite their concern, only one man operated the main controls. He sat on a raised chair, still, eyes closed, as though the craft responded to his thoughts alone.
"I'm sorry, Angel… but that's what I was just told," one of the soldiers said with a nervous tone, standing behind the man in the high chair.
The pilot Angel, was visibly shaken. A tense silence followed, broken only by the hum of the aircraft and the muffled roar of wind outside. The vessel shuddered with turbulence as the soldier stood in quiet anticipation.
Angel finally opened his eyes and rose from the chair. As he stood, the aircraft began to slow, entering an automated flight pattern.
Before he could speak, a pitch-black portal split open in the middle of the cabin. From it stepped a man dressed in black and deep blue, his long black hair swaying slightly with movement. One thick strand of blue hung on the right side of his face, and his right arm was wrapped in the same ominous black energy as the portal behind him, A trait he and Angel both shared. Faint whispers like the cries of lost souls echoed from the darkness as it closed behind him.
Angel turned sharply, recognizing him instantly.
"Shit. If you're here, it must be serious," Angel muttered. He looked similar to the man. His own hair was black, though shorter and brushed neatly to the right. and unlike the other, he had no blue highlights.
"He's right, Angel. I'm sorry, but we have to go," the man said with a firm tone.
"Damnit, Luis. I just came home…" Angel replied, walking past him.
Luis stayed facing him but remained silent.
"Me and Aika haven't even spent a full day with her yet," Angel continued, his voice heavy.
Luis winced slightly but held his ground. "I know, Angel. But what are we supposed to do, let the Eniyako fall? Our men are on the front lines right now. We've already lost hundreds… maybe thousands."
The weight of those words pulled Angel into a deep silence. He paced, running his hands through his hair, then stopped, leaning on the console.
"It's your duty as a founder," Luis added, "and mine as a commander, to be out there with them. You chose this life the moment you and Aika created the Eniyako."
Angel exhaled deeply. "I just wish we had more time with her…"
Luis stepped forward and placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. "I know. But she's safe. Yasukai, my son, is with the Eniyako. I need you to pull yourself together. Please."
Angel turned to face him, locking eyes.
"You're right. You're right." He straightened his posture, tone shifting. "But how the hell did they find our hideout? It's like they knew we'd be gone. Me and Aika picked random times to visit the Sakarame, on purpose."
"I'm trying to figure that out myself," Luis replied. "And to attack the Eniyako of all places? It's a death wish. I feel like something deeper is going on… but I hope I'm wrong."
"For now, we have to get Aika," Angel said, turning. "If she comes with us, maybe they'll stop advancing."
"Alright," Luis said, "but you're telling Aika the news. Not me." Angel added.
A small bead of sweat formed on Luis's temple as he let out a sigh. "Fine…"
Angel turned to the soldiers behind him. "Sorry, boys, but our vacation's over. For whatever reason, the D.O.P. thinks launching a surprise attack is a good idea. Let's show those bastards just how wrong they are."
The soldiers bowed their heads. "Yes, sir."
"For now, take control of the ship and head back to the front lines. Luis and I have to make a quick stop," Angel ordered.
Behind them, the soldiers began working swiftly, turning the aircraft back around.
"You coming with me?" Luis asked, raising his hand and tracing a circle in the air. A new portal bloomed into being.
Angel scowled and turned toward the hatch. "I hate your fucking portals."
Luis just chuckled and stepped into the swirling darkness. It vanished behind him.
"Open the hatch. I'll see you boys soon," Angel shouted.
One soldier stood at attention and saluted. "May Aika guide us all."
"And we guide her," Angel replied.
The hatch opened. Wind roared through the ship as Angel stepped into the open air and jumped.
The world blurred around him as he plummeted toward the ocean. Wind screamed past his ears. His eyes closed. His body tightened into a streamlined dive.
Just before hitting the water, a violent flash of black lightning erupted around him. The ocean cracked open beneath the impact. Air exploded outward as a dark bolt raced across the surface, scattering waves in every direction.
[[Location: Village of Sakarame]]
"My… my lady, you don't have to do this for us," an older woman said softly, her voice hesitant. She had long black hair and wore what looked like ceremonial robes. A few other villagers stood behind her in similar garments, though each bore its own unique colors. All of them watched in quiet amazement.
The sounds of wood, stone, and rock shifting and sculpting filled the air as a small park, once left in ruins rapidly pieced itself back together. It seemed like magic. There were no glowing runes or mystical energies. just matter bending and reforming as if time itself reversed. The children nearby cheered, their faces lit with joy as their playground was restored before their eyes.
At the center of it all stood a silver-haired woman, one hand raised and open. The air around her palm shimmered with a subtle distortion, and with each slow, counterclockwise turn of her wrist, the reconstruction accelerated. Within moments, the park was whole again.
The village of Sakarame was unlike any other place in Pernitis. While the rest of the world was overtaken by godly technology and massive cities, the Sakarame clan had remained rooted in nature. Every structure,homes, schools, gathering halls. Was crafted directly from the world around them: stone, wood, and earth shaped by hand and will. Sakarame and the region of Eniyako were among the few places not owned or governed by the D.O.P., a powerful branch of the government that controlled over 75% of the planet.
The silver-haired woman lowered her hand as the last of the park reformed, then turned to the older woman. "It's done," she said in a soft, almost emotionless tone.
Her silver eyes mirrored her hair, and her pale complexion stood in sharp contrast to the other villagers. She was clearly different, otherworldly even. As she stepped forward, the villagers lowered their heads in quiet reverence.
"We could have rebuilt it ourselves, b-but thank you, my lady," the elder said, her voice trembling with both gratitude and caution.
The woman wore clothing unlike anything the villagers had on. light armor, expertly sculpted to her frame. White was the dominant color, accented by soft silver lines along the joints and seams. A finely crafted sword rested horizontally in its sheath along her lower back, rumored to be a relic of ancient technology. She was striking in both beauty and stature, standing at nearly 5 '12", towering over most women there.
"I did it because my daughter asked," she replied flatly, showing no interest in their thanks.
"We know, Lady Aika," another villager said, bowing slightly. "But we're grateful nonetheless. The children were heartbroken. This is their only play space… and now, they have it back."
Behind him, joyful kids burst into the restored playground, laughing and screaming as they ran across the freshly formed structures.
Indeed, this woman was none other than Aika herself.
Her gaze seemed focused on a particular group of children. The Sakarame were known for their distinct black hair. In rare cases, you might see highlights of other colors depending on lineage, but the Sakarame genes were dominant. Most children born with even half of their bloodline inherited the signature black hair.
Among all the kids happily playing in the newly restored playground, three in particular caught Aika's attention.
Two of them were gathered around the third: a girl with long black hair tied into pigtails, a boy with spiky, unkempt hair, and another girl with short, shoulder-length hair. Though they all shared the same dark hair, their eyes set them apart. The boy had hazel eyes, the girl with pigtails had deep blue, and the short-haired girl had a striking pair of purple velvet eyes.
The two girls stood around the boy, who was squatting with his hands pressed toward the ground.
"Alright, since you don't believe me, watch this" the boy said, voice filled with confidence as he concentrated.
"There's no way you got your awakening before Arisa," the pigtail girl said skeptically. "Both her parents are really strong."
The short-haired girl remained quiet, watching the boy with focused anticipation. Sweat began to bead along the boy's hands and shoulders, it was clear that whatever he was doing took effort. The sand beneath him began to shimmer, then tremble.
Their eyes widened.
Slowly, tiny grains of sand began to lift into the air. But as the sand began to hover, the girls noticed the deep red flushing across the boy's face. The girl with purple eyes gently tapped his shoulder.
"Chris, I think you can stop now," she said calmly.
But Chris didn't respond, he pushed himself harder.
Jessica, the girl with pigtails, watched closely, unsure whether to cheer or stop him.
Suddenly, the sand burst outward, spraying all three of them. The two girls shrieked in surprise before laughter overtook them.
Jessica jumped onto Chris, eyes wide with excitement. "I can't believe you got your awakening!"
Chris blushed, rubbing his finger under his nose. "See? I told you guys!" he said smugly, glancing at the short-haired girl. "First Jessica, now me. You're next, Arisa."
Arisa gave a faint smile. "Yeah… I hope so," she said, though her tone lacked confidence.
Chris stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Until then, I'll be the one to protect you, Arisa!" he declared proudly, flexing his barely-there muscles.
Arisa giggled. "Okay!"
Jessica suddenly zipped behind Arisa. "Alright, come on! Get in position, we're gonna help you awaken next!"
She adjusted Arisa's arms to match Chris's earlier stance, then stepped in front of her. "Okay, my pa told me it's about channeling energy. First physical," she tapped Arisa's chest, "then mental," she tapped her forehead, "and finally, spiritual" she tapped Arisa's stomach. "Try focusing on all three."
Arisa nodded, taking a deep breath as she closed her eyes. Her friends went silent, watching intently, waiting for even the smallest reaction. It was clear they had practiced this many times before.
So focused were the children, they didn't notice the figure slowly approaching them until she stood just behind Arisa.
Jessica and Chris looked up and froze, standing over them was none other than Aika.
They were starstruck.
Arisa remained still, her face reddening with effort as she tried to will something to happen.
"You shouldn't rush such things, Arisa," Aika said gently.
Arisa flinched slightly at the sound of her mother's voice. "Mom…" she whispered in surprise.
Aika's gentle hand brushed a bit of dust from Arisa's shoulder "The sun's beginning to fall, Arisa."
Arisa's eyes lit up, her breath catching in excitement. "Oh! Is it already that late?" She turned quickly to Jessica and Chris, bouncing slightly on her feet. "I gotta go with my mom for a bit, but I'll be back soon!"
Jessica gave a dramatic sigh, crossing her arms. "You're lucky. I wish my mom took me to see the ocean"
Chris nodded, though he tried to hide the jealousy behind his usual grin. "Try to work on your awakening while you're there."
Arisa giggled, waving as she jogged back to Aika's side. The two began their walk, slipping away from the laughter and bustle of the playground, following a winding path lined with gently swaying trees and glowing stones embedded in the earth. A unique trait of the Sakarame village. The deeper they walked into the trail, the quieter the world became, as if nature itself respected their ritual.
The secluded area wasn't far, but it always felt like a journey into a different world. Eventually, the trees opened up to reveal a cliffside bathed in golden light. The view stretched endlessly, the ocean vast and deep below. The sky above painted in soft hues of orange, pink, and violet. Gentle waves shimmered with the dying light, each ripple catching a fragment of the setting sun.
Aika stepped to the edge, her long silver hair catching the breeze. Arisa stood beside her, both silent for a moment, taking in the beauty that unfolded before them.
"It never gets old," Arisa whispered, her voice barely above the wind.
"No," Aika replied softly.
Arisa looked up at her mother, studying her calm expression. "Do you think I'll ever be strong enough to protect things like this.. will I ever have power like you?"
Aika knelt down beside her daughter, placing a hand gently over her cheek. "You already are, Strength isn't always about power"
The sun continued its descent, kissing the edge of the ocean. As the sky darkened into twilight, the stars began to peek through. Each one twinkling like a promise, like a memory waiting to be made.
___
As night fell, the villagers began gathering the children from the playground. Some kids listened right away, while others were more stubborn. The same woman who had spoken with Aika earlier could now be seen prepping food over a bonfire in the heart of the village. She seemed to be cooking for everyone. Younger adults helped her happily, some chopping vegetables, others setting up plates or continuing to cook alongside her.
She called out to the kids as well.
"Chris! Jessica! I need help throwing out this trash," the woman shouted.
Chris ran up enthusiastically, with Jessica catching up behind him.
"Give me two bags," Chris said with a cocky grin.
The woman eyed him with skepticism. "Boy, you could barely carry one last time."
Chris puffed his chest. "That was before I unlocked my awakening. I gotta get stronger now!" He extended both hands confidently.
She chuckled, dragging two large trash bags toward him. "If you say so."
She turned to Jessica. "That means you're helping me cut meat."
With a small smirk, Jessica followed her while Chris attempted to lift both bags. They barely moved. The woman and Jessica exchanged knowing glances, amused.
"I still got this!" Chris insisted, now dragging the bags instead. His face turned red as he grunted, pulling them only a few inches at a time.
"Come on, Jessica," the woman joked. "By the time he's done, dinner'll be ready."
Jessica laughed, leaving Chris behind with a frustrated groan.
The Sakarame clan gathered around the bonfire. It was a peaceful, beautiful night. Something deeply familiar in this village. Kids continued playing as their parents chatted and caught up. In the background, a few villagers still worked. Repairing structures or shaping new ones from the earth. The scent of cooked food filled the air, drawing hungry eyes and growling stomachs.
"Mommy, when will the food be done?" a child asked nearby.
Suddenly, a black portal opened in the middle of the village, disrupting the peace. All eyes turned in shock. Some parents instinctively pulled their children behind them. From the portal stepped Luis, scanning the village with a serious expression. After a brief moment, the tension faded, people recognized him.
The older woman, still by the fire, stepped forward. "Luis? What brings you here? Did the smell of dinner lure you in?" she joked.
Luis smiled politely. "Hey, Miss Rena." He took a deep breath through his nose. "I won't lie, it smells amazing. But I'm here for other reasons."
Rena's smile faded slightly. "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, everything's fine," Luis reassured her, "I just need to speak with Aika."
Before he could say more, a flash of black light zipped toward them, stopping abruptly beside Luis and Rena. Wind kicked up dust and leaves into the air. The sudden burst cracked through the silence like thunder. A few villagers let out startled gasps as the wind whipped past them.
"Shit, sorry about that," said the figure none other than Angel.
Rena and several others immediately bowed.
"Master Angel, welcome back."
Rena looked up, concern in her voice. "I genuinely hope everything's okay."
Angel placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her in for a quick hug.
"Everything's fine, Miss Rena." He sniffed the air. "Is that fried pig I smell?"
She nodded with a smile. "Yes, we were planning to celebrate your and Aika's return."
Angel raised his hands dramatically to the sky. "Why today?" he said with a groan, then sighed. "I'd love to stay and eat with you all, but I need Aika. It's important." He looked around the gathering. "Also… where's my daughter?"
—
Aika gently pulled her hand away from Arisa's cheek. Her expression shifted, like she sensed something.
"You okay, Mom?" Arisa asked softly.
"Yes. Stay here, Arisa. I'll be back," Aika replied, standing and walking toward the forest.
Arisa nodded, her gaze returning to the starlit sky, trusting her mother.
Luis and Angel moved swiftly, leaves crunching beneath their feet as they walked through the moonlit forest.
"Like I said, you're the one who needs to talk to her, not me," Angel muttered.
"I get it," Luis replied, "but if you agree with me, why don't you say something? She's your wife."
"Exactly. And we just got back here. You know how rare it is for Aika to show any emotion. This whole night means a lot to her."
Luis glanced at his brother. "Just say you're scared of her."
Angel chuckled, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. "That too."
Before they could continue, Aika appeared in front of them, causing them both to stop.
"A-Aika, baby…" Angel began awkwardly, leaning in for a hug, but she stopped him with a raised hand.
"What are you really here for?" she asked, her eyes shifting toward Luis.
He bowed slightly.
"H-Hey Aika… you mind if we talk?" he said gently.
Aika didn't respond immediately, but she lowered her hand from Angel's chest. Still, her focus stayed on Luis. Angel took the hint and slowly walked past her, leaving the two alone.
Arisa continued to gaze up at the stars, her violet eyes reflecting their gentle sparkle. She seemed lost in thought. A figure approached from behind, but sensing the familiar presence, Arisa kept her eyes on the sky.
"The stars are beautiful… just like you," said a warm voice.
Arisa turned instantly, her eyes lighting up as she recognized it. "Dad!" she shouted, running into Angel's arms.
They embraced tightly, Angel holding her as if he never wanted to let go.
—
Meanwhile, deeper in the woods, Luis stood still, taking a breath as Aika continued to silently glare at him.
"The Eniyako is under attack," Luis said boldly. Aika gave no response. "Normally, we could handle it, but this time, it's the D.O.P. And judging by the crests on their cloaks, these are high-ranking members."
Still, Aika remained expressionless, cold.
Luis pressed on, his voice carrying more urgency. "We can keep fighting without you, but we'll lose hundreds, maybe thousands more. We need you, Aika."
There was a pause. And then, finally, Aika responded, her voice low but firm.
"No."
She turned and began walking back toward Arisa.
Shocked, Luis stepped forward, reaching to stop her, but before he could grab her shoulder, she shifted to the side. Calmly, she turned back toward him.
"We've already lost thousands," Luis said, lowering his arm. "It's our duty to protect our people. My son, Yasukia, is out there. He's your nephew, Aika. Angel's nephew."
Those words made Aika pause—just for a second. Barely visible in her expression, but enough.
"I understand that," she said, voice cool but steady. "But don't you think it's strange? Why now? Why would they attack while we're away? The D.O.P. and I had a treaty, centuries old. They know coming to Eniyako is suicide. So why break it now?"
Luis stayed quiet, thinking.
"There's always a deeper reason," Aika continued. "Especially with humans."
Luis sighed. "Angel and I thought the same. It doesn't make sense. But we might figure it out if we can capture a few of them alive."
Aika didn't reply. She simply turned and walked back toward Arisa.
"A-Aika, wait!" Luis called out, but she was already gone.
—
Back by the cliff, Angel still held his daughter in his arms. He pointed up at the sky.
"See those stars? The ones lining up next to the bright white one? If you tilt your head just right… it almost looks like a heart."
Arisa tilted her head. "Oh, you're right!" she said with a wide smile.
Their moment was cut short by rustling in the forest.
"I'm not going, Angel," Aika said, stepping out from the trees. Luis followed close behind, wearing a tense expression.
Arisa lit up. "Uncle Luis!" she ran up as Angel gently set her down.
"Not in front of our daughter, Aika," Angel muttered, walking a bit farther along the cliff's edge. Aika followed.
Luis bent to one knee, opening his arms for Arisa. She hugged him tightly.
"Hey, kiddo," he said warmly. "Been a while, huh? You've grown on me. You're eight now, right?"
Arisa nodded excitedly.
"You're just one year younger than Yasukia," Luis added with a soft smile.
—
Angel and Aika stopped a few meters away, the sounds of crashing waves echoing below. Moonlight shimmered across the ocean's surface, casting a silver glow over Aika's hair.
"I'd rather not go," Aika said again, her tone unwavering.
Angel looked at her, frustration rising in his voice. "Aika, thousands of our people are dying. Probably more now."
She said nothing.
Angel exhaled, putting his hands on his head. "See, this is why people fear you. Unless it's me or Arisa, it's like you don't care."
He lowered his hands, meeting her eyes. "When we created the Eniyako, we made a promise, you, me, and Luis. We swore we'd protect our people."
Still, Aika was silent.
"My brother's family is there. His wife, his son, our nephew. I'm sure if it were us, they'd be running to help."
He softened his tone. "So please, Aika. We need you."
Aika finally turned her gaze out to the sea.
"And you don't find it strange they attacked now?" she asked. "While we're away? You don't think they knew we'd return the moment they struck?"
Angel paused, considering her words.
"And that's exactly why we need you," he replied. "If you show up, they'll stop. No one wants to fight you, Aika. We end this fast, then figure out who ordered it and why, and make them pay."
She still didn't speak, so Angel continued.
"I rarely ask anything of you, Aika. And even if I did, I could never force you to do anything. But we need you. Just… do it for me."
Aika finally turned to face him, sadness flickering in her eyes. Angel gently took her hand, pulling her close.
"And after this is done," he said softly, "we'll come back, take Arisa with us to the Eniyako, and take a real break from all of this. Just us."
Aika couldn't look away from his eyes. The love between them was unspoken, but undeniable.
"Okay…" she said softly.
Angel leaned in, but just before their lips could meet
Luis appeared suddenly from the branches behind them.
"I'm sorry," he said quickly. "But we have to go now. The D.O.P. just crossed the first wall."
"Fuck," Angel exclaimed. "We were just getting to the good part, Luis."
Aika gave a soft chuckle in response.
Luis, however, wore a disappointed expression. "I'm glad you're able to make light of things, brother," he said, "but our people are literally being slaughtered… and my son is probably watching it all happen."
Hearing that wiped the smile off Angel's face.
"I know, I know," he said, his voice lower now. "It's just. there's so much happening at once."
He began walking toward Luis, Aika quietly following behind.
From behind Luis, Arisa peeked out.
"What's wrong?" she asked innocently.
Angel immediately scooped her up in his arms.
"Come on, Arisa. We've got to take you back to Rena for a little while."
Arisa's face fell, her smile fading as if she understood exactly what that meant.
"B-but why? You and Mom just got back…"
Her words struck both Angel and Aika deep. They tried not to show it, but it hurt.
As they began making their way back through the woods toward the village, Angel spoke softly.
"Your mom and I have a big responsibility, honey. The Eniyako is in trouble, and they need our help."
Arisa looked down sadly.
"You say that all the time…" she murmured.
"Can't you guys take me with you?"
Angel sighed, visibly torn.
"I wish we could, Arisa. But we keep you here because this is where you're safe."
The village lights were just beginning to shine through the dense forest vegetation as they approached.
"The Sakarame took care of your mother and me when we were at our lowest," Angel continued. "They're our family too. We need you here to watch over each other, while we go protect the Eniyako."
There was a strength and conviction in his voice.
"But… I'm not strong like you guys," Arisa whispered.
"Not yet, kid," Luis chimed in, stepping up beside them. "But you will be. Don't forget who your mom and dad are."
He offered her a reassuring smile.
Aika walked quietly behind them, keeping close, her expression unreadable.
The group stepped through the forest's final stretch, the soft hum of village lanterns growing louder as the leaves gave way to the open path. The familiar wooden gates of Sakarame creaked softly as they opened. A few villagers stood nearby, their faces tired but hopeful when they saw Angel and Aika return.
Rena was already waiting near her home, arms crossed, a worried look etched into her face. When she saw Arisa in Angel's arms, she stepped forward gently.
"I take it this isn't just a quick visit," she said, her voice calm but knowing.
Angel gave a solemn nod.
"We'll be heading out soon."
"And I cooked all this extra food for you guys," Rena said, half-joking, though her disappointment was clear.
Angel's expression softened with guilt.
"I know… and your cooking's the best. The smell alone's got my stomach growling," he said with a sad smile.
"The Eniyako needs us again… so I'm gonna have to leave our little princess here with you." His voice cracked slightly with visible sadness.
Rena's gaze flicked from Angel to Arisa, then back to Aika.
"She's been restless ever since the commotion started. Asking questions I don't have answers for."
Angel gently lowered Arisa to the ground. She didn't run off like she usually did. Instead, she clung tightly to the sleeve of his coat.
"Do you promise you'll come back?" she asked, barely above a whisper.
Angel knelt down to meet her eyes.
"I promise, Arisa. No matter what happens, we'll come back. Both of us."
Aika knelt beside him. Her silver hair shimmered under the lantern light as she gently tucked a strand of hair behind Arisa's ear. A rare flicker of sadness passed over her face.
"You're our greatest treasure, Arisa. Everything we do is to make sure you have a future worth living for."
Arisa's eyes welled up, but she blinked the tears away, trying her best to be brave.
"…But I still don't want you to go, Mom."
Luis stepped forward, placing a hand on Angel's shoulder, and smiled softly at Arisa.
"Hey, kiddo. Do me a favor and help Rena out while we're gone. She's a lot meaner than she looks, someone's gotta keep her in check."
Rena rolled her eyes.
"I'm standing right here, Luis."
Arisa giggled, even with the sadness in her eyes.
"I'll try," she said quietly.
Angel stood and gave her one final embrace.
"We love you, Arisa. So much. Be strong, okay?"
She nodded, holding on for just a second longer before letting go.
Then, silently, she turned to her mother who was already kneeling to embrace her. Everyone nearby paused to watch. Aika rarely showed emotion, but with Arisa, it was different. Angel watched them quietly, the moment hitting him harder than he let on.
As their hug ended, Aika gently rested both hands on Arisa's cheeks. The moonlight shimmered across the tears in her daughter's eyes.
"If anything happens… call out to me."
Arisa blinked, confused.
"But how, Mom?"
Aika smiled faintly.
"Be strong, Arisa."
She kissed her gently on the forehead and stood, her expression shifting as she turned to the others.
"We go now," she said, her tone suddenly sharp. The warmth from earlier was gone. She was serious and clearly not happy.
Luis and Angel both nodded, not daring to question her.
With heavy hearts, the three adults turned and began walking away from the village.
Rena stepped beside Arisa, holding her hand as they watched them go. Arisa tried to hold back tears, but the further her parents walked, the harder it became.
As the three moved silently down the path, shadows began to coil around Luis's arm. He raised it forward, forming a dark portal. Without hesitation, he stepped through. Vanishing into the blackness.
Angel paused before following. He turned to look back one last time at his people, at his daughter.
"I love you all. I'll be back… and then we'll have a proper celebration."
The villagers smiled and waved.
"I won't let you leave next time!" Rena called out. "I'll make Aika force you to stay."
A few people laughed, lightening the mood briefly.
Angel looked directly at Arisa.
"You're the future of this clan. Watch over them for me and your mom while we're gone."
Arisa nodded bravely, but tears were already streaming down her cheeks.
"Don't worry! They've still got me too!" a familiar voice shouted.
Chris suddenly appeared beside her, puffing his chest proudly. Jessica followed close behind.
Angel chuckled softly at the sight. Then he turned and stepped into the portal.
Aika lingered. She stood still, eyes locked on her daughter. The silence was heavy.
Wind picked up around her, swirling through the trees. She turned to Rena.
"Call Manko. Tell him I want him here."
Rena blinked. "He left a few days ago… b-but I'll call him right away."
Aika looked at Arisa one last time. She didn't want to leave. Butt she slowly turned toward the portal.
"I love you, Mom!" Arisa called out suddenly, her voice trembling with emotion.
Aika stopped.
Though her face couldn't be seen, her presence shifted, an intense pressure filled the air. The ground cracked beneath her feet. Trees around her seemed to lean away.
Everyone was frozen in place.
Then, just as quickly as it came, the moment passed. Aika's body relaxed.
She turned her head slightly.
"…And I love you," she said softly.
Then she stepped into the portal, disappearing into the darkness as it sealed shut behind her.
The village was quiet for a moment after the portal closed, still heavy with the weight of Aika's departure. The energy she left behind lingered in the air like a silent echo.
Rena slowly knelt beside Arisa, gently squeezing her hand.
"She'll be back, sweetheart. You know your parents, nothing in this universe can stop them when they've made up their minds."
Arisa didn't say anything at first. Her eyes were still glued to where the portal once was.
Jessica came up beside her with a gentle smile.
"This isn't the first time, remember?" she said. "They always come back and until then, you've got us. We're not going anywhere."
Chris gave an exaggerated nod, trying to sound brave.
"Yeah! And this time I've got my awakening, so I'm basically the strongest guy here. If anything happens, I'll take care of everything."
That earned a small, reluctant laugh from Arisa.
Rena stood, brushing off her skirt.
"Alright, that's enough sadness for one night. Come on now we've got food, fire, and way too many people who worked hard to cook and set this up. We're still going to celebrate!"
The villagers, still nearby, nodded and cheered in agreement.
Arisa wiped her face and looked around. The air seemed lighter now. Slowly, a smile returned to her face.
Lanterns glowed warmly all around the village, casting golden light over the gathering. The large bonfire in the center blazed high, its flames crackling against the night sky as laughter and music began to rise again. The smell of roasted meats, herbs, and sweets filled the air.
A few villagers were already stumbling, red-faced and giggling. Clearly, they'd gotten into the special homemade brew. The one they always "forgot" to tell the kids about.
"Is he dancing with a tree?" Jessica asked, pointing to a man spinning slowly with one arm out.
Chris nearly fell over laughing. "That's Master Jin! Look at him, he can't even walk straight!"
A nearby elder heard them and turned, scolding them lightly before chuckling too.
"Hey now, respect your elders. Even the ones who can't hold their drink."
Arisa giggled harder, her mood lifting with every moment.
The feast was a lively mix of joy and peace. Everyone sat together, eating, talking, passing around plates filled with freshly cooked food. Voices rose in old songs, drums echoed gently in rhythm, and fireflies flickered along the trees.
When Arisa, Chris, and Jessica finished their meals, Rena returned holding a plate full of soft, striped cakes, white and dark layers stacked neatly like little towers.
"I saved the best for last," Rena said, grinning.
Arisa's eyes lit up.
"Zebra cakes!"
Before anyone could say a word, she grabbed two and started devouring them.
"Careful," Jessica said through a laugh. "Don't choke."
Rena raised an eyebrow. "At least pretend you're gonna share next time."
Arisa, cheeks full, gave a muffled, unapologetic hum and kept chewing.
After a few more minutes of dessert and laughter, Rena clapped her hands.
"Alright, little warriors it's getting late. Time to wind down and head home."
Predictably, a chorus of light complaints rose from the children.
"Come on, Miss Rena!" Chris said, practically throwing himself at her feet. "The adults get to stay up!"
"Yeah, and we had a whole plan to cheer Arisa up!" Jessica added quickly.
"We were gonna play D.O.P. vs Robbers!"
A few more kids chimed in, nodding, pleading, adding their own creative reasons.
Rena gave them a long stare… but they were relentless. Even Arisa joined in this time, her hopeful eyes impossible to resist.
Finally, Rena sighed and waved a hand.
"Fine. But only after your food settles. Everyone sits and rests for ten minutes, no exceptions."
The kids all cheered.
From nearby, a few elders laughed.
"That woman folds faster than laundry," one teased.
"You spoil them too much," another added.
Rena rolled her eyes. "Don't act like you weren't the same way when we were kids."
And for a while, the village was full of nothing but laughter, music, and the soft flickering light of the fire. The Sakarame were together. Eating, drinking, singing, and savoring the peace while it lasted.
As the children started gathering sticks and setting up for their game of D.O.P. vs Robbers, Rena stepped aside and spoke to one of the elders.
"I'll be back shortly," she said.
She disappeared into her home, ready to send word to call Manko.
[[Time: Dusk]]
[[Location: Galínia Límni]]
Galínia Límni, also known as The Peaceful Lake. It was the largest clearwater lake in the world. When it was first discovered by mankind, many believed it was part of the ocean. Its vast, still waters stretched out in a perfect five-mile radius, so crystal clear you could see the lake floor even at depths of a hundred feet. Strange and beautiful fish thrived within. Some familiar, others appearing almost otherworldly.
At the center of the lake sat a lone patch of land, no more than two to three acres wide. It was mostly untouched, lush with green grass and dense forest. But at the highest point, a small wooden cabin stood proudly atop a cliff just a few feet above the water. In front of the cabin, a vibrant garden bloomed in all colors imaginable. Rows of flora tended with care. It was an odd place to live, but undeniably beautiful.
The lake was silent tonight. Still. The kind of still that made the world feel like it was holding its breath. The moon and stars reflected off the glassy surface of the water so perfectly that it was nearly impossible to tell where sky ended and lake began.
Inside the cabin, peace was shattered by loud snoring. A man lay sprawled on a wooden bed, his shirt pulled up over his belly, a dry streak of drool marking his cheek. His snores echoed through the room, each one louder than the last.
Despite his deep sleep, the interior of the cabin was well-kept. Everything from the kitchen counters to the chairs and bathroom fixtures. It was crafted from wood, elegant and rustic. Similar to Sakarame design but with extra flare and intricate carving. The only hint of modernity was an old phone resting on a stand near the bed.
Suddenly the phone rang, loud and shrill.
"Ah—shit!" the man yelped, jolting upright and grabbing his back.
"Damn it… my fuckin' spine…" he groaned as he struggled to sit up. His white hair was tied in a loose samurai bun, and a thick but clean beard framed his aged face. A jagged scar stretched from the corner of his left eyebrow, across the bridge of his nose, and ended just below his right eye.
The phone rang again, and again, before he finally snatched it up.
"HELLO?!" he shouted, like the person on the other end was across a canyon.
There was a pause… then an ear-splitting reply.
"STOP YELLING INTO THE PHONE!"
Rena's voice crackled through the line, making the man wince and pull the phone away from his ear. She was still scolding him in the background when he sighed and brought it back to his face.
"Alright, alright. What do you want? I was trying to get some much-needed sleep," he grumbled.
"Well wake up, Manko. We need you back here."
He glanced at an antique wooden clock across the room, confused.
"Wait… how long was I out?" he asked, mildly panicked.
Then, realizing the time, he relaxed again only to grow irritated.
"Hold on Rena, I just got back a few days ago. Why the hell should I head back now?" he groaned.
"Did those three stir up trouble again?" he added, clearly referring to Arisa, Chris, and Jessica.
"Not this time," Rena replied. "But we do need you here."
Manko let out another long sigh.
"Rena… you do know how old I am, right? I don't exactly live next door. I paddle a damn boat across this long ass lake every time I leave."
He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly irritated.
"I just got back. Whatever you need, I can have it to you by next week."
There was silence on the other end.
Then Rena said quietly:
"It's Aika… she told me to call you. Told me to make you come."
Manko went still. He lowered the phone, muttering to himself.
"Damn it…"
After a breath, he raised the phone again.
"Fine. I'll come. But I'll need a bit before I head out, just… why does she want me?"
His tone had shifted entirely now—more serious, almost heavy.
"I don't know," Rena admitted. "She, Angel, and Luis were all here. Angel and Luis left quickly, said something was happening at the Eniyako. But Aika… she stayed long enough to make sure I called you."
Manko nodded to himself, already starting to move.
"Yeah… that's strange," he said.
He groaned again as he got up fully, cracking his back.
"Alright, Rena. I'll see you some time around midnight."
"Good. We had a cookout today, I'll make sure to save you some leftovers."
Manko smirked.
"Now you're talkin' my language. Alright then. May Aika guide us."
"And we guide her," Rena replied, and hung up.
Manko groaned as he set the phone down. "So much for peace."
Still shirtless, he dragged himself through the cabin, grumbling as he passed into the softly lit living room. The moonlight spilled through the windows, casting a silvery glow across the polished wooden walls. He lit a lantern, bathing the room in a warm orange hue.
As he walked into the kitchen, he tapped his back with his palms, trying to straighten himself. "Should've retired twenty years ago…" he mumbled, brushing his teeth at the sink. He stared at his reflection in the polished metal faucet. His thoughts wandered to Aika, the Sakarame, and the war rumors swirling around the Eniyako.
After gargling and spitting, he muttered, "Need to water the damn garden."
Back in his room, he slipped into his outfit. Thin black leather, etched with grey details. The armor clung to him like a stylish coat, leaving his right shoulder, chest, and arm exposed. The pants, woven seamlessly into his black-and-grey footwear, mirrored the battle-ready design worn by Luis and Angel.
He passed through the hallway, opening a door between the kitchen and living room. The room he entered was unlike any other in the cabin. A well-kept liquor vault, elegantly displaying every kind of alcohol imaginable. Whiskeys, vodkas, sake, rum, stacked and arranged like art in curated spirals and rows.
He walked to the sake shelf, placing his hand on a gold bottle. "Was supposed to be our night…" he whispered to the bottle, giving it a fond tap.
Then, he stepped through the final door and was greeted by the garden.
Bathed in moonlight, the flowers shimmered like stars fallen to earth. A gentle breeze stirred their petals as he walked through, hand outstretched, brushing against each stem lovingly.
He took his time watering the garden, thinking, wondering. Why now, Aika? What could be happening?
Once done, he walked to the cabin's side, opened a discreet panel, and entered through a side door. Inside, he pressed his palm against a hidden panel in the counter.
With a whir, the floor shifted, spiraling downward into a staircase.
Lights flickered on, one by one, revealing a hidden world beneath the tranquil home. A massive underground base, four times the width of the cabin above. Technology bloomed here in full force—labs, monitors, weapons, forging stations. Training facilities. Screens. Metal.
Unlike the pristine cabin, this space was cluttered. Some corners were neat, others chaotic. But at the center, a supercomputer stood tall and silent until it spoke.
"Welcome back, Manko."
Manko sank heavily into the chair in front of the glowing screen. "Run a DB sweep near the Eniyako," he commanded. The AI responded with a simple "Acknowledged," and lines of data and code began rapidly crawling across the screen.
"Alright, let's see what's really going on out there," he muttered.
A 3D world map flickered to life on the display, glowing with activity. Hundreds, possibly thousands of pulsing tags labeled "DB" blinked across various parts of the globe. As the system zoomed in, the view locked onto the island of Eniyako.
Two DB markers hovered just outside the city's edge.
Manko leaned in. "Shit… so they really are attacking Eniyako." His expression tightened, not with surprise, but concern. Then, something else caught his attention. His eyes narrowed.
"Only two DBs? For a god-level threat like Aika?" He leaned back, arms crossed, puzzled. "That's suicide. Normally, a threat like her would require 10 or more, and even then, it wouldn't make a difference."
He began swiping through data, searching for patterns, anomalies, anything that explained what the D.O.P. were thinking. His tone grew more serious. "They know what she's capable of. So why risk it now?"
Then he paused. "And why ask me to go to the Sakarame village now?"
He redirected the map. The view zoomed away from Eniyako, gliding westward until it locked onto the Sakarame village. Four DB markers lit up on the screen.
Manko's eyes widened in horror. "It's a fucking diversion," he snapped.
He lunged for a nearby landline, dialing furiously, but before the call could even connect, the phone imploded with a flash of sparks.
"What the—?!"
The screen in front of him suddenly went black.
"Shit. They've cut communications in this region," Manko growled, now clearly rattled. He turned and bolted deeper into the facility, heading toward a room encased in reinforced metallic panels.
At the center stood a towering, arcane-looking beacon. A fusion of technology and magic emitting a low, ominous hum.
"I have to at least try to warn her," he muttered, placing both hands on the structure.
As soon as he focused, the air shifted. Lightning crackled violently around the beacon, leaping from Manko's body as raw energy surged through him. His long white hair floated upward from the force, the room pulsating with every surge of power.
The beacon began to glow faintly at first, then more steadily. But the strain was immense. Blood trickled from his nose and mouth as he gritted his teeth.
Just when the energy seemed to be stabilizing, it backfired.
A loud crack exploded through the chamber as a shockwave launched Manko backward. He slammed into the far wall with a bone-jarring thud before sliding down to the floor.
"D-damn…" he coughed, wiping the blood from his face. "I'm too weak to activate it…"
He forced himself to stand with a series of pained groans, limping toward the spiral staircase. Lights flicked off one by one as the platform rose and resealed itself with the rest of the cabin's wooden floor.
He moved quickly to the old landline phone near his bed, but it too was dead.
"Damn it!" he roared, slamming a fist against the wall. "What the hell are they planning?!"
Without wasting another second, Manko stormed through the cabin, ignoring the bottles of fine liquor and the garden he normally treasured. He shoved aside vines and branches as he pushed through the dense trees toward the shoreline.
There, docked on the still waters of Galínia Límni, sat his boat, sleek, wooden, and crafted with the same elegance as his cabin.
He tossed a packed satchel into it without hesitation, then leapt aboard. Gripping the anchor line, he pulled with raw strength, raising it by hand. A feat no ordinary man could manage without aid.
Then he turned to the oars and began rowing, muscles straining with every stroke.
Whatever he saw on that screen, it had shaken him to his core.
Chapter 1: Sakarame
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