“I called it immediately because there is an urgent, URGENT, situation resulting in White Eye being threatened!”

One of the White Eye councilmembers had called in a meeting for assassins and omega revengers. The council member pressed a button on his remote, showing footage of a guy standing amongst a destroyed White Eye ship – waving at the camera.

.:. ...Wh... isn’t that? .:. Revvie was there, sitting on one of the long tables, analysing the footage, and she was correct to assume the right person.

“That’s right – The one who calls himself ‘The King of Destruction’ has returned and now he has come to threaten us, possibly try and overthrow us in the process!”

The councilmember rather profusely sweated at the thought.

Megami was present as well, analysing the footage thoroughly. She sat elegantly, with her legs crossed. She kept her head upright with her other arm, resulting in her head being slightly tilted. It was not because she did not care, she was just tired. Tired that her routine got interrupted one too many times.

“And this is important, how?” Megami blurted out.

The councilmember turned their attention towards Megami, yelling out abrasively. “What was that, Ms. Duvet?”

“I am simply stating the obvious. We reap what we sow. Should we get involved in this and fall in his trap, that would only taint our reputation.”

The room turned heads from that statement, with some getting angry and some agreeing with what Megami said.

“Don’t you... understand the gravity of this!? This man is dangerous! He’s too dangerous to be left alive!”

Megami took her glasses off, folding the holders and putting it in her pocket. She glared towards the councilmember. The councilmember held higher authority, but he couldn’t order them to capture the person. Megami crossed her legs again, slightly shifting in her seat.

“I will not panic about such a trivial matter. A threat is empty as long as we do not push. We have bigger things to worry about. The aggressive expansion of Dark Intrinium pushed us to a corner alongside other bodies. Why do we not worry about that? When White Eye is lost from the face of the world, what will you do then, high honourable?”

“Huhh...” The councilmember wanted to say something but got shut down by another person sitting on the long table. The person stood up.

“She is right. It is meaningless to fall into a trap of this guy’s silly game he wants to play.”

It was the Ghost Assassin, the best assassin the White Eye has. With every assassination mission he was tasked with, he successfully dealt with all of them. No person has escaped from a hitman as lethal as him.

Heads would turn again as whispers and banter was passed around.

:: Both Thousand Leaves and Ghost Assassin backing out of this? ::

:: No way... They are the best we got! ::

:: Perhaps the danger isn’t as bad as we thought... ::

“Mr. Mugen!” The councilmember’s yelling silence the entire room. The banter, the whispers and various onomatopoeia fell deaf, and all heads were turned towards the councilmember.

“I’ll have you know that the Nextellar Star Clan may very well be involved in this! That’ll create even more conflict. Do you want that? If not, then you will go out there and capture that damn freak!”

The councilmember clearly spoke down on him, but it only made Mugen turn around and leaving the room. “Call me when it happens.”

Megami stood up, following suit. “You may also inform me. But for now, I do not see it happening. Good luck.” She stood up, grabbing her bag and leaving the meeting.

= = =

Somewhere in Earth. The Shard Village. A small yet peaceful village that is placed outside of Ainzite City. It holds to candle to an old tradition among the locals. The environment is similar to that of a Japanese village and is known for having a waterfall composed of pink shards.

Though the origins of these shards are unknown, it’s a hotspot for tourists on Earth, with people noting visiting the village left them with a graceful feeling.

One boy awakens on a calm morning. However, they were a bit shaken from the dream.

“Egh... another one of those dreams.” The boy yawned before fully getting up from his bed. He looked around, making his bed before opening the window. It was a sunny day, the skyline of Ainzite City was visible all the way from here.

“Flynn!” His grandma from downstairs called for him. “Breakfast is ready! Get down here!”

“Coming!” He walked towards the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. His mind lingered on the dream he had before waking up. The same dream that he usually has. It wasn’t a nightmare, but the fatigue he felt from waking up made him think that it was one.

.:. Always that same dream. A figure in a sparkling... glowing... white energy... .:. He thought to himself as he washed his face. .:. Just what is that dream...? .:.

“Hey, son. If it’s no trouble, could you maybe help the fellas down the village street with collecting some shard water?” Flynn’s grandpa came by, requesting a favour.

Flynn smiled. “I’ll do it, grandpa.” He dried his face with a towel and hung it on a small rack. He put on some casual clothes. It was a white unlabelled t-shirt with black khakis. As he made his way downstairs, he saw his grandma bring in some email.

“Good morning, honey- Oh, hey. You got an invitation request from the mail. I think it’s from Sole-Corn... So-Com... Soup-Cope-“

“Soul-Core, grandma.” He walked over to put on his grey jacket and black shoes. He had a nice smile on his face

“Hey, aren’t you going to eat yo-“

Flynn walked over and quickly grabbed the filet americain cheese and egg sandwich and consumed the entirety of it within one bite.

“-Mmhp.”

His grandma smiled in a nervous manner.

Flynn grabbed his backpack and hoisted it over his shoulder, before waving to his grandparents. “I’ll see you guys later!”

As he closed the door of his house, he walked to the main village street to collect shard water as his grandpa requested. But an invitation from Soul-Core? Why would they need him?

.:. Soul-Core, huh? Those guys up there are having it tough against Dark Intrinium. Maybe that’s why they’re looking for volunteers. .:.

A guy waved upon Flynn’s arrival. “Hey, Flynn!”

“We’re collecting shard water, right?” He asked.

“Yep! We got a couple crates with us so we can gather a lot of them. If you’re feeling up for it, grab two. Let’s go.” The crate guy lead the way as Flynn followed.

As they were walking towards the outside of the main street where they left all the full crates of shard water, the crate guy decided to make small talk with Flynn while they were at it.

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“’Ey, Flynn. Did you hear about Testharia finally being attacked after long years?”

“... Testharia? Attacked?” Flynn was oblivious. He obviously knew what Testharia was, and that they are impartial, but they got attacked? That’s a one in a million chance.

“Did that really happen?”

"Well those were just rumors. I know that the Testharians like to cut themselves off from the galaxy but according to Soul-Core, there were massively energy leaks."

The Soul Energy residue that Chaos left as he travelled to Dankasho allowed Soul Core to analyse samples of it. The Dankasho Incident was publicly disclosed by Soul-Core in allowance with Testharia. This was the first time that they made their mark on the ‘foreigner’ world.

“Huh. What I know from the Testharians is that they have the coolest and the strongest people there. There’s no way they could have an outsider tread into their territory like that.”

And right he was to assume that.

“Some people become very bold when it comes to power. That’s why I would like to enlist in the Soul-Core military soon. I can be on the front lines and see all of it for myself.” He said.

He was about the same age as Flynn and was ambitious to become a soldier. He had no power. Probably everyone in the village had no Soul. They could try and train hard enough to utilize Soul Energy, but it would be worthless if there is no Soul to back it to make abilities with.

“What about you, Flynn?” The guy turned towards Flynn. “What do you want to be?”

“... What do I want to be...” Flynn took a moment to think. All those soldiers in Soul-Core, all fighting for peace and prosperity in the galaxy. All to fight against the Dark Intrinium’s authoritarian and theocratical ideology. He thought of them as heroes. He wanted to be one too.

“I guess... someone who can help other people.”

“Eh- Can’t you do that right now? You’re doing it already.” The guy said as he carried the crate and eyed his crate.

“... I mean. A hero. With power. Power to help someone. Power to save someone. Power to treat someone in need. Power to... be a hero.”

“...” The guy looked at Flynn with a confused look and then would burst into a hysterical laughter. “Pff- HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”

“...”

"Hahahha- don't you think that's a little too optimistic, Flynn? I mean I won't stop you, but you'd have to actually have POWER to be one first."

“... Power, right?”

“...”

“...”

“...”

.:. ... .:.

.:. ... .:.

.:. ... .:.

.:. I do have a power... .:.

-

After a long crate hoisting, he would have his respite for a small moment. His grandpa had told him to harvest a couple shards to trade for the jewellery folks down in Ainzite City. Which was why he was out of the village area.

His moment of respite was stopping and sitting on the waterside of the pond. He thought to himself as he stared at his hands.

.:. Those dreams keep coming back. What do they even mean? Sleeping is becoming more and more difficult as it passes on... I wonder how it feels to be a Soul-Wielder though... I can imagine doing all these cool stuffs. .:.

It was a colourful night. It wasn't as dark as it could be outside, with the stars and moon shining brightly in the sky.

He sighed. His breath was visible under the cold air. He looked around him. The only sounds audible were the rustling of the trees' leaves, the calm breeze and the silence of the night. He stood up and went back to harvesting.

A few hours later, he had managed to collect a bunch of shards. He then proceeded to go back to his village. But then, all of a sudden.

“H-“

He dropped his crate full of shards. He looked at the dirt path that lead to the village. “I feel something really dark.” Flynn looked up and realized a spaceship arriving in the sky above the village.

A large orb would appear in the night sky, as it appeared to look like a tiny star.

“What... the hell is that... Wait...- THE VILLAGE!” Flynn wasted no time and ran back to the village. Was he late? He didn’t know, but he used his weak adult legs to run as fast he could.

Run as fast as he can, to stop whatever’s happening. To save his grandparents from danger.

“That orb is going to destroy the village! I don’t know why, and I don’t know how I know it, but I know!”

The orb was then sent down towards the village. As a red light pierced through the windows of all the homes in the village, everybody went outside to see a second sun pop up in the atmosphere.

Flynn’s grandparents looked out the window, wondering the same thing. But Death looms in every corner, and they had not felt it at all.

“GRANDMA! GRANDPA! NOOOO!!” He would make it to the village but then the orb would crash into a house, exploding the entire village.

The force of the attack pushed him away, back to where he sat down. He slammed his head against a tree, feeling dizzy.

“Hng...” His village was obliterated as he opened his eyes. He couldn’t believe what he saw. His grandparents, his friends, the people he worked with. Everyone that he ever knew in his life.

Gone, in an instant.

A simple orb that crashed down, killed all of them.

He got up, walking to an area that was now nothing. Then, he dropped to his knees, incapable of absorbing what had just happened, he yelled in sorrow.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

A few seconds later, he stopped and felt the same danger from before. As he quickly looked behind, he saw 3 people wearing red and black. One had a longsword and two had no weapons. Were they Soul-Wielders? Flynnigan couldn’t think about that now. His grandparents, everyone he knew, is gone.

“YOU DID THIS!?” He yelled at them as he stood up.

“Flynnigan Shotaro. You are the person He wishes to eliminate definitely.“

“HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW ME!?” Flynnigan was angry beyond repair. Despite looking and seeming like a normal human, he had no issue with wanting to fight back. It was all he could to honour the memory of his now late grandparents and friends.

“YOU DESTROYED MY VILLAGE! YOU KILLED MY GRANDPARENTS! MY FRIENDS! EVERYONE I EVER KNEW! I’LL MAKE YOU PAY! I’LL MAKE YOU!!”

Flynnigan swung his hand around. He didn’t know how to fight but he wanted to punch the fuckers who took everything from him. However, the one with the longsword demanifested his weapon and grabbed him, locking his arms behind his back and keeping him like that.

“LET GO OF ME, YOU FUCKER- GAHGFHG-“ The other Soul-Wielder punched his gut, as hard as he could. The person repeatedly punched his gut and chest until he felt his ribs breaking. He was vomiting uncontrollably, retching after every hit he took.

As he felt his knees give up on him, he was let go and he fell to the ground. “Gh... ghhh...” But his torture wasn’t done yet. The second Soul-Wielder grabbed him by the neck and threw him against a tree.

His ribs were broken, his nose was broken, and his viscera was damaged. His spine was also damaged as his back contacted the tree, breaking it from its root, and he fell down to the ground with it.

It hurt. It hurt so much. This is what Soul-Wielders were capable of, and he wasn’t. He had no power to fight against them.

But he stood up, even from taking all of those life-ending hits. He wouldn’t go down without a fight. He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t allow himself. He said it would be enough to get a punch or kick in, for killing their grandparents.

But even he wanted to kill them for what they did to him. They took everything from him, and he had nothing to lose. No... he had something to lose. The legacy.

“I’m...” He retched and spat blood all over the ground, overexerting his body, trying so hard to make it cooperate with him. “I’m... not done yet...”

He got up, wincing in pain. He held his stomach. His ribs were broken, and he could feel it dangling inside him. He walked towards the three evil Soul-Wielders and went for another punch.

The first Soul-Wieder grabbed his fist and twisted it, giving Flynnigan a new sense of pain. The second Soul-Wielder kicked his leg, breaking it.

“AGGHHH!!” The third Soul-Wielder used his longsword to slash at him as he was about to fall to the ground again. With a clean and swift swing, he was cut all the way from the left leg to the chest area.

The sheer force of the slash blew him towards the wall, his head concussed. But that was the least of his worries. He was losing blood, extremely and fast. He had a deep cut that was so large, his internal organs could seep out at any moment.

He felt his unconsciousness slipping in and out as he looked at the three evil Soul-Wielders with blurry eyes. He was going to die here, there was no escaping it.

.:. I’m... sorry... grandma... grandpa... .:.

He let loose of himself, accepting his fate and everything that happened. He lived for 19 years; he lived for 19 years alongside his grandma and grandpa. He was a nice townsman with friends and a good education degree. All of that now was going to be taken away by evildoers that destroyed his town not too long ago.

As the Soul-Wielder with a longsword swung down on his seemingly lifeless body, it hit the ground.

It hit the same ground that Flynn’s body was obstructing. He was gone, in an instant. He disappeared, where was he?

The guy with the longsword was grabbed from behind. Flynnigan punched, the force so powerful that it cut the Soul-Wielder in half. Blood spattered all over him while the Soul-Wielder’s dangling intestines fell to the ground. Blood gushed out of the Soul-Wielder like a fountain.

“...” Flynnigan was alive, but how?

A powerful Soul-Aura radiated from Flynnigan. It was so strong that everyone on Earth could feel it. It could be felt from five planets away.

He turned around to face the two remaining Soul-Wielders, as they took a step away to take in what just happened.

.:. How... did I do that? .:. He looked at his hands.

The two Soul-Wielders went for a punch that would be enough to break every bone in his body, however...

Flynnigan's body instinctively dodged without moving a single step. Reactively, he counter punched the two Soul-Wielders. But the punch somehow manages to equate to the force of even a Soul-Wielder of fundamental power. It would send both flying away to the waterfall, instantly knocking them out.

.:. What the hell am I doing... .:.

Now that the Soul-Wielders were out of his view, he had no time to think about what had just transpired. For now, the only option for him is to run. “Hng!”

Flynnigan began to run away from the area. Because he is supposedly powerless, he was incapable of leaving a single trace of a Soul Aura. Making it the perfect catalyst for his escape.

.:. I... .:.

.:. What am I...? .:.

.:. Am I a Soul-Wielder too...? .:.

Who am I...?