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As the rain kept falling over the blood-soaked ground, Fuko flicked his blade clean and turned to Remji with a bored grin.

Fuko: "Alright, I'm done here. Let's get going, guys — we finished the job."

Remji adjusted his hood, glancing around at the bodies.

Remji: "Yeah. Better move fast. If we hang around, Lord Kon will be too angry… or worse, someone else might come snooping."

Dark magic shadows coiled around their feet as they prepared to teleport away.

But suddenly, a young voice cut through the rain.

???: "WAIT! YOU BASTARDS!"

They turned — standing there, drenched and trembling, was a boy no older than 14. His name was Kaneki. His eyes burned with tears and hate as he held a cracked wooden staff in shaking hands.

Kaneki: "You killed Master Zamish! You can't just run — I'll kill you!"

Fuko tilted his head, then laughed like he'd heard a child bark at thunder. With a flicker of black light, he teleported right in front of Kaneki and slammed his fist into the boy's stomach. THUD!

Kaneki coughed and fell to his knees, gasping for air. Fuko grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to look up into his cold eyes.

Fuko: "Too slow, kid. Way too slow."

Kaneki choked out, "Wait… I said…!"

Fuko leaned down, voice low and cruel.

Fuko: "Next time you find us — you better bring everything you've got. Because if you fight us half-hearted—" he smirked, pulling Kaneki closer, "—your death will be worse than your father's. Got that?"

Kaneki's eyes widened in shock — but before he could speak, Fuko threw him face-first into the mud.

Remji chuckled behind him.

Remji: "Done?"

Fuko cracked his knuckles. "Yeah. Let's go."

In a blink, the two Void assassins vanished into swirling shadows — leaving Kaneki alone in the rain, blood and tears mixing with the mud.

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Kaneki (muttering through gritted teeth): "I swear… I'll find you… whoever your master is… I'll kill you all…"

Back at Konsoon's hidden fortress, thunder rolled overhead as the rain kept pounding the glass ceiling above the throne room. Konsoon lounged on his massive black throne, swirling a cup of tea in his hand, eyes half-closed in a lazy smile.

Before him knelt Fuko and Remji, soaked from the storm. Between them sat a bloodied burlap sack — and something inside it dripped steadily onto the marble floor.

Konsoon's eyes flicked open. His voice was calm, almost bored.

Konsoon: "So… you killed that old mage, Zamish. That's wonderful to hear. You know…" — he leaned forward, his smile sharpening — "…what I really like is proof. Tell me — did you bring me his head?"

Fuko chuckled, tapping the sack.

Fuko: "Yeah, Lord. Just like you asked. Still warm, too."

Konsoon's eyes glittered with amusement. He gestured lazily.

Konsoon: "Good. Open it."

Fuko untied the sack, rolled it aside — and there, resting on the cold stone floor, was Zamish's severed head, eyes frozen wide in terror even in death.

Konsoon's smile widened. He set his teacup down on the armrest.

Konsoon: "Hazo."

A dark figure stepped out from the shadows — Hazo, another of Konsoon's trusted monsters, clad in a black cloak, eyes burning with unnatural hunger.

Konsoon didn't even look at him as he spoke, his voice soft, mocking.

Konsoon: "You know what you have to do."

Hazo grinned, drool running down his chin. Without hesitation, he knelt by the head, lifted it like an offering — and sank his jagged teeth into it.

Fuko and Remji didn't flinch. They'd seen this before.

Blood spattered the marble as Hazo bit down again and again, devouring Zamish's head like a starving beast, the wet crunch of bone echoing through the hall.

Konsoon leaned back on his throne, watching with calm delight — eyes glittering like knives under the storm's light.

Konsoon (to himself, whispering): "Everything — piece by piece — will feed my desire."

He raised his teacup again, smiling faintly as screams of the past seemed to echo through the rain.

As Hazo finished devouring Zamish's head, the room fell silent except for the storm outside. Fuko just stared, his usual confidence shaken.

He looked at Konsoon, confused and disturbed.

Fuko: "…Why, Lord Kon? Why have him eat that old man's head?"

Konsoon leaned forward slightly on his throne, looking straight at Fuko, his eyes calm but sharp.

Konsoon: "To absorb his power — and his memories. You see, that old fool knew where the Tsukime Stone really is."

Fuko's eyes widened.

Fuko: "…What? But I thought the Tsukime Stone was just a story…"

Konsoon gave a cold laugh.

Konsoon: "It's real. But not whole. It was divided into three parts long ago. Each part is hidden in a different realm… guarded by three ancient Beasts. Those Beasts are so strong they could destroy the entire universe if they woke at the wrong time."

He let that sink in, watching Fuko's shock grow.

Konsoon: "They're stronger than the entire Kisdain group — even stronger than that old man Riego. Even your precious Hiroshi and his Captain A title won't save him when we move."

Fuko swallowed, sweat forming on his neck.

Fuko: "…So we… we're going to take it?"

Konsoon's eyes narrowed, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Konsoon: "We will. Now that we have Zamish's memories, you'll take what you can from them — locations, wards, traps. I want those three shards, Fuko. And when I have them…"

He leaned back, rain tapping softly on the stone walls.

Konsoon: "…this universe will crawl at my feet."

Fuko bowed quickly, forcing his voice steady.

Fuko: "Yes, my Lord… I understand."

Konsoon didn't even look at him.

Konsoon: so lets see what's will happen

Hazo, still kneeling in the dark hall, wiped the blood from his lips and whispered hoarsely,

Hazo: "Finally… found it. One shard is hidden in the magic academy of Forbes — deep in a secret place called Colampus."

Konsoon leaned forward on his throne, his eyes glinting with cold delight.

Konsoon: "I see… that's perfect."

He turned his head slightly.

Konsoon: "Victor. Fuko. Remji. Get ready."

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SCENE SHIFT — FORBES MAGIC ACADEMY

The rain outside was gone. Inside the huge stone halls of Forbes Academy, new students bustled everywhere — books, staffs, and practice swords strapped to their sides.

In a small courtyard under a big old tree, three young students sat cross-legged on the grass.

A boy with messy hair and an energetic smile slammed his hands on the ground.

Tai: "Hey! What's up, guys? My name's Tai!"

Next to him, a calm girl with silver hair and sharp eyes looked annoyed.

Freya: "Freya."

Another student, tall with dark bangs covering half his face, just shrugged.

Jujong: "…Jujong."

Tai tilted his head, scratching behind his ear.

Tai: "So… what are we gonna do first? I'm super new here, y'know. My magic kinda sucks… and my sword style too. But I'm really good at climbing trees and other stuff!"

He grinned like a kid with too much sugar.

Freya slapped his hand away as he reached for an old wooden box lying under the tree roots.

Freya: "Don't touch that."

Tai: "Huh? Why not?"

Before Freya could answer, the box twitched — and with a POP, it turned into a slimy green frog that jumped onto Tai's lap.

Tai (yelling): "W-WOAH!! WHAT THE—?!"

Freya rolled her eyes.

Freya: "I told you, idiot."

Jujong flicked his finger lazily, whispering an incantation.

Jujong: "Return to shape."

The frog wriggled, then shrank back into a wooden box.

Tai stared, wide-eyed.

Tai: "So cool! Can you teach me that?"

Jujong gave him a blank stare.

Jujong: "Don't waste my time. But… maybe. If you're serious."

Tai laughed, flicking Jujong's shoulder.

Tai: "Man, you're no fun at all! So why are you guys even here anyway?"

Freya crossed her arms.

Freya: "To win the prize money. Get accepted into the elite class. Make my life better."

Jujong just looked away.

Jujong: "Same. Take the reward. Use it for my own plans."

Tai's smile faded for a second. He stared at the grass.

Tai: "…I want it for my sister. Daisy. She's the only family I got left. I'll protect her — no matter what people say about me. I'm gonna get that money and make her life better again."

Freya's sharp eyes softened just a bit.

Freya: "…That's… tough. Sorry to hear that."

Tai forced a grin and punched the air.

Tai: "Hey, it's fine! Just watch — I'll do it! I'll show them all who I am!"

---

A bit later, the trio wandered deeper into the Academy grounds, meeting other new students — some friendly, some shady. They bumped into two older students, Tamjo and Jajru, both strong and loud.

But then — standing under the big stone arch near the Academy's main hall — Tai spotted three new faces. One boy with dark hair and a calm smile. Another tall one with a cold look — Victor. Beside them, a smirking guy flicking a blade in his hand — Fuko.

Tai jogged over, grinning.

Tai: "Hey! What's up? My name's Tai! You guys new too?"

The dark-haired boy turned and smiled gently.

Kon: "Oh? My name's Kon."

Tai: "Cool! How old are you?"

Kon: "Sixteen."

Tai (laughing): "Whoa, you're way older than me! I'm fourteen. You new here too?"

Kon nodded, still polite and warm.

Kon: "Not really. I pretended to drop out before… but it didn't work. So this is my second time here. I hope I can win something this time."

Tai peered at the old sword at Kon's side — its blade chipped and handle worn down.

Tai: "Huh? That sword looks ancient! And kinda… rotten?"

Kon gave a shy laugh.

Kon: "It was my grandfather's. I don't really have family anymore, so… it's all I've got. But don't worry. It's enough for me."

Tai's grin widened.

Tai: "Hey, same! I'm an orphan too! Let's be friends!"

Kon's smile seemed so normal, so warm — so human.

Kon: "Yeah. That'd be nice."

Tai slapped his hand on Kon's shoulder.

Tai: "We'll both win! And if I get the prize, I'll share it with you too! You can trust me, buddy!"

Kon paused — then chuckled softly.

Kon: "First time I've met someone like you, Tai. In this world, no one cares about anyone else. No one shares. No one helps. But you…"

Tai grinned, ruffling Kon's hair like a real little brother.

Tai: "Don't be sad, man! You got me now! So cheer up!"

---

Suddenly, a loud voice boomed through the courtyard.

An old man in heavy robes — Kamjio, the current Lord of Forbes — stood at the balcony above them.

Kamjio: "Dear students! Welcome to Forbes Magic Academy! For four hundred years, this place has trained the greatest mages and swordsmen alive! One hundred years ago, Lord Forbes himself left us his legacy — and now, I, Kamjio, guard it. You — the new blood — will prove you deserve this power. Be ready. Survive. Or leave in shame!"

The bell rang. Tai raised his fist to the sky, laughing.

Tai: "Let's go, Kon! Let's win it all!"

Behind that warm smile, Kon's eyes glowed — just for a heartbeat — with a secret only monsters know.