The room is filled with silence, as Kodak, Fumiko, and Azar sit in room. The nameplate beyond the door was titled: Principle's Office.
A man with long voluminous grey hair enters the room. He was tall, muscular, and was wearing a disappointed face across his short scruffy beard. "I am highly disappointed in you three." He said a deep, and harsh tone.
"You all especially were violent, crude, irresponsible, and downright bloodthirsty!" The principle said angrily. "While I do praise you, Kodak for not dealing much damage to the surrounding areas, and reducing collateral to a minimum. You still engaged in that brawl, and had Azar in a pretty bashed up state. Even though you only land a few strikes on him."
Kodak then nods his head, while gazing at the principle with a content look. "Understood, Mr. Akira."
Azar's face hardened with anger upon hearing those words. "Two strikes!?" He thought to himself angrily. "That bastard only landed that many strikes, and my body was left this battered?!"
The thought then plagued his mind like a heavy toxin. "What would happen if he didn't hold back?!"
The principle then exhaled a deep sigh. "Azar and Fumiko are on suspended leave for 3 days, and if you ever try anything I will make you sorry."
Azar knocks over a chair as he leaves, glaring at Kodak and Fumiko. "Keep a close eye on yourself, Kawanari. Cause I will tear you apart!" The door then slammed shut as Kodak wore an unimpressed expression on his face.
Kodak then shook Akira's hand. "Sorry about that. He's... a special case." He said while scratching the back of his head.
Akira then smiled at him and Fumiko. "Just don't let this happen again, and learn from this experience. After all our school motto is 'Adaptability.' So learn from this."
The door then gently closes as Kodak and Fumiko hold hands while walking down the halls of their local school.
Akira let out a sigh of relief as the door closed shut. His body sank back in his chair, and leaned back while thinking deeply to himself. "Jeez, that Kodak was powerless before. No revenant, agony, repaired will, mania, or even malice. And ever since that martial revenant tournament, he's improved drastically. So much so that he could almost be considered a high end C-Ranker. And that Haruka girl is just as talented as him, of not possibly more. But her mindset is rather lackluster."
Akira then stood up from his chair, and walked over his office's closet. The dual doors swing gently open, his arm reached far within the closet.
*Click!
A stairwell then opens from below Akira, revealing a large underground bunker filled with separate rooms with labels. Each one had a whole entire room for laboratory, meditation, weight room, and even an investigation room.
Akira walks into the open doorway of the investigation room, revealing multiple bulletin boards. Pictures of Shiro Kawanari scattered across each bulletin board. Blurry photos of strange people next to the innocent civilians that had follow-up pictures of their mangled corpses.
Akira then glances a newspaper article. "A collection of new murders erupts through the streets of Nagano, will they be stopped or continue on this path to ruin?!"
He then walked up to one of the boards. His eyes gazed angrily at the second paper, right next to the first case of murders. "First Shiro gets kidnapped by the revenant killers. Then after 6 months I saw the mangled, and torn bodies of good people."
The room then begins to shake violently. Papers, and fliers are frantically flying all around the room as Akira's eyes look furiously at the last two photos of the murders. "But the worst thing I had to gaze upon, was my dismantled family!"
2 weeks ago...
It was a quiet night through the neighborhood. Not even a peep through the night as Akira walked down the dark, and peaceful night. The only things he would occasionally meet was a couple stray cats through the neighborhood.
Their lighthearted meows was a merry sound that made Akira smile warmly at a certain white cat. It's different colored eyes soothed Akira's mind as he gazed at the cat rubbing against his jeans. The cat then walked away from him, returning to calm and silent alleyway.
Akira then continues walking down the neighborhood, until he reaches a certain house. One decorated with a light brown welcoming rug.
A sigh of relief then escapes Akira's breath as he rubs the bottom of his schools against the rug. He digs through his jean's back pocket, revealing a set of multiple keys. The door swings gently open as stepped calmly into the warm home of his.
"Honey, I'm home!" Akira called out happily. But to his surprise, there was no reply was heard around the house. Akira's face shifts almost instantly. The floorboards creaked as Akira's eyes darted across the house. Something else was here.
His eyes then peaked around the hallway, revealing streaks of blood smeared all across the area. The blue, and yellow hues were painted almost completely red as Akira traced further down the hall. His heart raced, and pounded as he trailed further and further. It was almost like his body knew what was gonna happen as he grew closer and closer.
"HANA!" He yelled anxiously, but once again there was no sound from his wife. Instead he heard the sound of fleshing being ripped open with a rigged blade.
Akira's eyes then tensed with fear, leading him to rip the door wide open. Splinters of the door go flying as it's ripped from the hinges.
Akira looked across the, seeing nothing but blackened smoke filled the room. It was hard to breathe, but he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was making sure his wife and daughter were safe.
His shoes stepped quietly across the floorboards as he traced cautiously. The first step was the slowest, but also the most cautious. He then took two more steps across the room, finding himself more confident in this pitch black smoke. Akira then took the fifth, and final step in the room. His shoes stepped in some type of liquid.
Akira's face then frowns in confusion. "What the hell?" He mutters under his breath. The blinding black smoke then begins to dissipate.
Akira then noticed that the smoke was disappearing. It wasn't a natural type of fading smoke. It was controlled. A revenant had broken into his home.
But as he discovered that chilling fact, he was able to fully see his wife's bedroom that he stumbled into. The walls were painted with nothing but blood, and bits of flesh that had been scattered across the room.
Akira looked down at his shoes, seeing them covered in blood. His face then pulsed with fear as he stumbled back, and firmly landed on the floor. It wasn't just his shoes, but the entire floor had a large puddle of blood stained all across it. The next thing Akira could see as his vision started to become blurry from the shock, was a severed finger with a diamond ring.
He then looked at his hands, seeing that his palms were completely drenched in blood. Akira's breathing started to ramp up as he stumbled, and slipped multiple before running out of the room.
"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING!?" He shouted out with a horrified expression.
Why was this happening to him of all people? What did he do that could've made his family the targets of this damn murderer?
Akira then collapsed onto the couch as his voice cried, and cried. Tears flowed down his face, but as that happened he suddenly felt someone touch him.
His eyes opened wide as he was then tossed across the room. Akira's back then tensed with pain as he was punched directly through a wall, sending him into his backyard. His body tumbled through the grass as his back only grew more painful.
He wanted to stand up. He wanted to face the revenant user that had done such horrible things to his family. But he was too weak. He was too frail to even lay a hand on his family's murderer.
But despite that, Akira rose up and raised his hands. He may not be able to use revenant, but he was a rather skilled hand to hand fighter. Akira then looked forward seeing a man in a black hoodie covering his face, but as looked at this man he saw it. The blinding smoke had returned.
A sharp pain then echoed throughout his body. Akira's eyes drifted slowly, until he saw a blackened dagger piercing his chest. The hooded figure's mouth then becomes visible as a twisted smile etches itself across the murderer's face.
"Don't worry, your pathetic life is about to end." The figure says in a cold, and rude tone. "I mean you have accomplished nothing."
Akira's eyes then flashed a hint of vibrant golden glow as the blade stabs deeply into his chest. Something was different about his body in this exact moment.
The figure's smile then turns to an annoyed frown. "How annoying." He says in an underestimating tone. He then attempts to twisted, and move the blade through Akira's flesh. An action that would worsen his condition even further, but as he tried Akira suddenly grabbed his attacker's hand.
The figure struggles, and shouts in anger as the strength from Akira only intensified even further. "Let me go you dying old bag!"
Akira doesn't budge in the slightest though. In fact his strength even begins to surprise his attacker. The golden glow of energy then glows from Akira's hands. The energy is powerful, vast, and high in destructive output.
The attacker is then left in shock as the dagger becomes nothing more than evaporating smoke. He's then struck across the jaw, sending him briefly into the air.
Akira rushes forward feeling the power race throughout his body as he attempts to land two more strikes in quick succession.
First a feint used to trick his opponent, which quickly flows into a strong uppercut that sends the attacker on his back. Akira then runs towards him, and grabs him by the hoodie. He then reels his right arm back, striking his opponent violently.
His body goes flying, revealing an eighteen-year-old boy with blonde hair and red eyes as the hood fell down from the man's head.
Akira rushes down towards the boy, raising his fist as he traversed the backyard. Every step radiated with authority, and violence.
"LEAVE MY HOME YOU FILTHY MURDERER!" Akira shouted angrily as he inched closer and closer. But as he got closer he saw his attacker go on the defensive. He saw that this opponent was no older than what his daughter was.
"Your just a kid." Akira gasped. He then thought to himself. "Could I really harm a mere child!?"
But as Akira hesitated, something stabbed through his back. His head jolts around, seeing a woman with silky white hair stabbing a blood-red machete right through his stomach.
He tried to grab the woman, but as he tried he felt the blonde teenage boy stab him with a blackened sword. The wounds pushed into him deeply as he then feel.
The memory then ends as Akira is back in the current time, standing in his investigation room.
"I thought I wouldn't have survived that day," He thought to himself. "But to my surprise Kenzo Kawanari was in the area of my house." Akira pondered deeply.
"He was able to keep me stable with some type of wind manipulation. He was able to sealed off the wound and kept me alive until I was fully healed at a nearby hospital he brought me to. And after I woke up, I never forgot that conversation with him."
Shiro smiled at Akira with an expression of relief. "Damn, you are a persistent fighter!" He exclaimed loudly.
Akira stared at him with a deadpan stare. "So when can I leave the hospital?" He asked impatiently. "I wanna find those damn killers!"
A golden glow of revenant then radiated from Akira's entire body as the feelings flowed through his body. The feeling of regret after hesitating to kill the teenagers that had taken his family's sweet, and innocent lives. The feeling of rage and furry dwelled deep within Akira's body as his fists clenched tightly.
Blood drew from his palms, and dripped onto his hospital's bedsheets. His eyes glowed a golden shade of orange. And his pupils pulsed violently. Almost like a golden raging flame that was waiting, and yearning to burst into a golden firestorm.
Kenzo then smiled at Akira. Well you seem pretty damn pissed at whoever killed your family, and for good reason." He said while standing up.
Shiro's gaze then became like a raging hurricane as gusts of wind blew fiercely around the room, but not so much so that it would rough up the room. Or even harm Akira.
The two of them then stood in silence as their menacing auras of elemental revenant began to feed off of one another. Their eyes grew fierce, and the auras almost amplified.
Shiro then broke the silence with a motivating, and slightly angry tone. "I know what's like, Akira." He stated angrily. "I know that feeling of your loved ones being ripped away. I haven't forgotten that feeling. Cause I use it for my own strength, and my own goals!"
Shiro then stuck out his hand to Akira. "C'mon, Akira! I see that golden fire growing, and roaring in you. So let's team up in finding, and bringing down these scumbags!"
Akira's eyes then widened as that golden glow of flames only got stronger. "Let's fucking go then. Once I heal, I will help you take down those murderous bastards!"
Shiro then smiled as Akira take his hand, gripping it tightly as their revenant radiated fiercely.