We fought.
And fought.
And fought.
I don't know how long it lasted.
Minutes became hours.
The battlefield around us had almost disappeared.
There was nothing left but broken ground, shattered buildings, and two people still standing.
Yamato.
And me.
But something had changed.
I could feel it.
The power inside my body wasn't just Kaijunoo's anymore.
I had awakened something new.
Destructive Energy.
For the first time...
Yamato and I were equal.
He attacked.
I blocked.
I attacked.
He dodged.
We exchanged blow after blow.
Neither of us was willing to fall.
"You're really going to kill your own teacher?" Yamato asked between breaths.
I stared at him.
"You already tried to kill me."
He didn't answer.
We continued.
My body became heavier.
His movements became slower.
His breathing became rougher.
His energy was running out.
I could feel it.
Yamato raised his hand.
Nothing happened.
He tried again.
Still nothing.
His Destructive Energy...
Was gone.
I stood in front of him.
He looked exhausted.
For a moment, I remembered everything.
The first time I met him.
The training.
The Prison Maze.
The missions.
The times he called me kiddo.
The times he believed in me.
The times I believed in him.
Memories flashed through my mind.
Then...
Silence.
I attacked.
When it was over...
Yamato was gone.
Only fragments remained scattered across the ruined battlefield.
I stood there silently.
I didn't celebrate.
I didn't smile.
I simply stared.
Twelve years passed.
I was sitting in the same corner of the same busy road in Chizunai City, Tokyo.
Age. Not 12. 24.
People walked past me.
Cars rushed down the streets.
The city had changed.
But somehow...
That corner hadn't.
I watched everyone pass.
Then I noticed someone walking toward me.
A man.
He wore a perfectly formal black suit and tie.
His face was covered with strange serpent-like tattoos.
His eyes were blue.
And strangely...
He stayed away from the sunlight.
He stopped in front of me.
"I thought you would have been killed."
I looked up.
"Who are you?"
He smiled.
"What do you want?"
"I have an offer for you."
I frowned.
"What kind?"
He leaned closer.
"Do you want to become a demon?"
I stared at him.
"A what?"
He smiled again.
"You've been through a lot."
His voice suddenly became strangely gentle.
"You're just like a son to me."
I immediately swung my fist.
But he was faster.
He caught my attack and slammed me to the ground.
I stared up at him.
He wasn't angry.
Instead...
He calmly reached down and dusted off my clothes.
Like a father helping his son after he fell.
"Careful."
He smiled.
Then he straightened his tie.
"Oh..."
He looked down at me.
"I suppose I should introduce myself."
He paused.
I started at him.
"I'm Katsuo"
The end.
Of this book.
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