Narration:
The tragic event that befell the Great Luminus Clan spread
like wildfire throughout the martial world.
Authorities from the Highest Clans dispatched their forces
to investigate the devastated territory.

No survivors were found.
Burned bodies were everywhere.
Martial artists, civilians… even animals.

Martial Artist from a Highest Clan:
“Mister, I heard you were here last night.”

Old Merchant (crying):
“I was here yesterday… b-but they blocked me from entering, and I had no clue what would happen.

I saw guards stationed at the entrance of the territory.

I was only delivering the ordered medicines—different kinds, as requested.”

Martial Artist:
“Did you see their faces?”

Old Merchant (crying):
“No… they were all hooded.
They told me they were visitors and said there was a celebration at the clan compound.
Besides… no one would ever suspect such a chaotic event.”

Another Martial Artist (rushing in, tense):
“Senior… we found the bodies of Lord Orozoel… and Sage Juzo.”
“And… the body of Orozell, the heir of the Luminus Clan.”

Old Merchant (crying harder): Claaaann heaaaddd!! hrraaahhhh!!!

Martial Artist:
Hm… thank you for cooperating, old man.

Senior, record everything one by one.
The Intelligence Division needs the report quickly—
especially the marks and wounds caused by the attacks.

Another Martial Artist:
Understood, sir.

Martial Artist:
And the sky, it’s like it will rain. The paper scroll—make sure it does not get wet.

Then the darkened sky starts to fall a light rain.

Martial Artist: Speaking of rain…

Near them, walking toward them,
two martial artists with some kind of umbrellas.

Martial Artist (thinking):
Huh? Medical Division top officers.
Kai and Grobie.

Martial Artist:
Greetings, Sir. What brings you here personally?

Medical Division Officer Kai:
This matter is urgent. We need to help
if there are wounded survivors.

Martial Artist:
As of now, Sir, there are no reported survivors.

Medical Division Officer Kai (thinking):
Who could have done this?

Another Martial Artist (rushing, reporting):
Sir! There is a survivor alive!

Martial Artist:
What?!!

Medical Division Officer Kai:
Hey! We will handle the healing. We will go there!
Let’s go there!

Martial Artist:
Hey! The paper scroll — we can add this immediately.
You’ll go there as well.

Martial Artist 1 (holding reports):
Yes, sir!

Kai, Grobie, and the three martial artists run to the location.

Scene change: At the location
A man lies with slashes across his body and face.
Parts of his body and face are burned and scarred.
Two other martial artists are checking on the injured man.

Martial Artist 4:
His heartbeat is still going.

Martial Artist 5:
They’re here! Hey — those two are from the Medical Division!

Kai, Grobie, and the others arrive.

Grobie:
Seniors, please move aside.
Recovery Art: Coffin of Roses!

The martial artists are shocked and feel awkward.

Martial Artist 4 (thinking):
Is he serious? Could this really be a skill?

Martial Artist 5 (thinking):
It’s like a skill meant for the dead.

A number of roses spread out, wrapping the wounded martial artist’s body on the ground.

Then they form a coffin-like structure made of roses. It begins to rise, floating into a vertical position.

The martial artists are amazed, watching as the healing energy restores the body.

Grobie (smiling):
Don’t worry, seniors! My Coffin of Roses skill has powerful healing abilities.

Kai:
Grobie, show his chest.

Grobie (smiling):
Sure, partner!

The roses are removed, revealing his chest. Then Kai casts a skill…

Kai:
Special Healing Art: Stings of Healing!

He releases eight thin energy stings, throwing them and piercing the chest.

Martial Artist 4:
Heeyy!! What are you doing?!

Martial Artist 5:
The man will die from what you’re doing!

Martial Artist (Leader of them):
Shut up, you two! You don’t know these two? Did you ever enter the
Main Medical Rooms? Sorry, sir Kai, these two are this year’s new recruits
from another unknown clan. They have limited information about you.

Kai:
It’s okay, it’s understandable.
Seniors, those stings of mine force great healing into many veins inside the chest, including the heart.

Martial Artist (Leader of them):
Listen to me! These two only heal in very serious cases. So don’t doubt you newbies!

Martial Artist 4 & 5 (serious face): …

Grobie:
Now, for the final touch!
Recovery Art: Grave of Roses!

More roses wrap the body,
and the floating body slowly lies on the roses that form a grave on the ground.

Martial Artist 4 & 5 (serious face): …

Scene Change:

Unknown martial artists are rushing to the Luminus territory.

Their speed is at full speed, using all of their energy,

leaving the road slightly damaged with dust spreading.

Boss:
How did this happen!! How!!!

Martial Artist Woman:
It’s suspicious, Boss, when we are in a big job request!

Martial Artist with Chains on his Body:
Yuma does not know yet. He will be enraged if he knows what happened to the territory.

This group is handling a big-level job. A few of their members are managing the job contract, remaining in an area.

Boss (tears slowly streaming):
“…”

And the rain grows heavier from a light fall.

Scene Change:
A graveyard of enemies of the Luminus Clan, long forgotten over many years.
Countless bones lay scattered—the place where Kyuen was thrown by Elder Juzo.

Kyuen’s eyes slowly opened as raindrops fell on his face.

Kyuen (thinking, in pain):
“Arrhh… it’s not a dream…”

Kyuen began to cry…

His body was heavily damaged; many of his bones were broken.
Only his left hand had been healed by the Elder.

Kyuen (thinking, terrified):
“…Where am I? Bones… human bones… why am I still alive?”

He noticed his left hand releasing energy.
He didn’t realize that a miracle had happened within his body

due to the severe damage it had suffered.

Kyuen (shouting into the rain):

“You useless body… why now?!
Everyone… where are you?!”

After a few minutes, he became aware of the energy flowing from him.
On top of that, his body began recovering slowly,
without using any technique or art.

(This must be from the barrier Elder Juzo placed, containing healing energy.)

Slowly, he crawled out of the forgotten graveyard.
His eyes changed… cold… searching for justice and revenge.

Narration:
There are rare cases in the world where a person
awakens extraordinary talent through an unexpected event.
In Kyuen’s case, he did not know that the combination of severe trauma—
broken bones, inner injuries, including brain damage,
and a life-or-death situations—
was the ultimate reason behind this miracle.

As he crawls at a very slow pace, tears stream heavily down his face.
Flashbacks flood his mind:

- The time he was thrown by slave traders, three years ago.
- Happy times with his best friends, Bill, Ren, and Moro.
- Senior disciple Orozell placing him on his neck and head.
- The last happy moments together, hiding and eating food cooked by Fat Man Gazzu.
- Countless smiles from Clan Head Orozell, a figure like a loving father to him.

Kyuen (thinking and hearing):

Bill: We are best of friends!
Orozell: I am your big brother starting today!
Gazzu: You brats!!
Ren, Moro (laughing): Hahaha!
Clan Head Orozoel: You are a family starting today!

Kyuen stops crawling, painfully turning his body
and face toward the raining sky, crying and shouting.

Kyuen (crying and shouting):
Aaahhhh… aaahhhh… aaahhhh…

Narration Ending:
A flood of negative emotions strikes his soul.
His eyes have changed… A once-pure soul now seeks justice.

What storm lies behind those eyes?
Future episodes will tell…