Nuzuki, his wing pierced by the deadly blade, was consumed by a burning rage. The pain was excruciating, but his determination to prevail over his adversaries remained unwavering. With a forceful shake, he wrenched the sword free, turning it against Ken in a desperate act of defiance.

As Orano plummeted towards the ground, Nuzuki unleashed a barrage of feathers, each one a deadly projectile. One such feather found its mark, striking Orano's shoulder and sending him tumbling to the earth.

Nuzuki, his fury unchecked, returned his attention to Ken, his sword a blur of motion. The Black Swordsman, though battered and bruised, stood his ground, his resolve as steadfast as ever. Their clash was a brutal dance of steel and flesh, a testament to their unwavering determination.

Despite Ken's valiant efforts, Nuzuki's relentless assault eventually overwhelmed him. The tyrant, his strength seemingly limitless, lifted Ken into the air, his eyes filled with contempt.

"You are a legend," Nuzuki taunted. "Yet here you die, a victim of your own limitations. Pathetic."

With a cruel twist, Nuzuki hurled Ken and his sword to the ground, his victory seemingly assured. As he turned to leave, however, a familiar voice pulled him from his reverie.

Orano, his spirit unbroken, had risen to his feet. With a newfound determination, he charged towards Nuzuki, his blade aimed at the tyrant's head. But Nuzuki, quicker than thought, intercepted the attack, striking Orano with a powerful palm strike.

The young warrior, his body aching, was sent soaring into the air once more. Nuzuki, relentless in his pursuit, followed, his fists a blur of motion. Orano, his strength dwindling, could do little to defend himself.

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As Nuzuki's blows rained down upon him, Orano felt a surge of despair. His body was a wreck, his spirit faltering. Defeat seemed inevitable. Yet, even in the face of overwhelming odds, a flicker of hope remained.

A voice, faint but familiar, called out to him. Orano, his eyes closed, strained to hear the sound. It was a voice he had not heard in what felt like an eternity.

With a final effort, Orano opened his eyes, his vision blurred by tears of pain. And there, standing before him, was a figure he had thought lost forever.

Orano, his heart heavy with grief, looked upon his mother with a mixture of love and longing. Her presence, fleeting as it was, brought him a sense of peace and comfort.

"You have grown so much," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "I wish I had been there for you."

"It was my choice to leave," Orano replied, his voice filled with regret.

His mother smiled gently. "Yet, even in your absence, your heart has remained pure. You have always sought to help others."

Orano bowed his head, a pang of guilt piercing his heart. "I failed my friends," he confessed.

"No, you have not," his mother assured him. "You possess a power within you, a belief that can move mountains."

Orano, confused, looked up at his mother. "Belief?"

She nodded. "Your friends believe in you. They have sacrificed much for your sake. But you must believe in yourself as well."

With a final smile, his mother vanished, leaving Orano alone with his thoughts. As he blinked back tears, he heard a familiar voice.

"What are you doing?" Yuma, Lydia, and Caitrin stood before him, their faces filled with concern.

"I don't know," Orano replied, his voice barely a whisper.

"We're here for you, Tatsumi," Yuma said. "We won't let you give up."

Lydia nodded. "We've fought alongside you. We've seen your courage, your determination. Don't let it go to waste."

Caitrin, her voice filled with emotion, spoke up. "You've overcome so much. You can't give up now. We need you."

Orano's heart stirred. He remembered the countless battles he had fought, the sacrifices he had made. He had endured so much, all for the sake of his friends and the people he cared about.

With a newfound determination, Orano rose to his feet. He would not let them down. He would fight, for himself and for those who believed in him.