"Thunder Village"
The black fades slowly, revealing a simple room in a modest home.
Kazuma, Ten, and Rin sit in the eastern quarter of the room.
On a worn leather sofa, Hiden sits quietly, leaning back, removing his heavy cloak.
Beneath it, he wears dark blue trousers and a light summer shirt, colored like the calm sky before sunset.
To his right, Ten sits, leaning his palms on the edge of the sofa, his eyes carrying a mixture of curiosity and caution.
The camera stands before them, capturing every detail, making the viewer feel as if they are part of this tense encounter.
Ten, in a calm yet loaded voice:
"So, you're a fugitive..."
Hiden glares at Ten with trembling eyes, pulses of fear and anxiety both beating within him.
He parts his lips with difficulty, as if trying to restrain a storm that fills his chest:
"I'm not running from emptiness, but because they want me dead..."
A bitter smile appears on Ten's face, though his curiosity burns:
"So, why do they want to kill you?"
Hiden clenches his fists tightly, tendons straining beneath his skin, as if the pain is seeping from his core outward, accompanied by a shiver in his shoulders.
He lifts his head, eyes blazing with deep anger and burning fire:
"My brother, Eden, hates me more than you can imagine..."
He leans forward slightly, his voice low but firm:
"And I too want to break this oppressive system over our clan, the system that sees itself above all villagers..."
The camera shifts to a close-up of Hiden's eyes, where sparks of fierce anger and bitter disappointment dance.
He speaks in tones that convey a sense of betrayal and oppression:
"When I see our clan's children living in utter poverty, my chest fills with rage, and I feel that I'm breathing the deceit of this discrimination..."
The camera pauses, heavy silence filling the room, as if the walls themselves are listening to a confession only broken hearts can hear.
Ten, controlling his curiosity:
"And you? Will you keep running, or do you intend to confront it?"
Hiden, in a calm yet resolute voice:
"I won't run. I'll face it head-on, no matter the cost."
The doors of the house open quietly, and Rinji enters. His steps are light, yet carry an invisible weight, like a silent message of deep burden.
Ten, with joy, as if it's a moment of hope born amidst darkness:
"I thought you'd never get used to the house, but here you are."
Rinji, in a calm voice cloaked in mystery:
"Don't worry, I won't stay long. I'll leave soon for the world, where I don't know what awaits me."
Hiden looks at him in astonishment and confusion at his sudden presence:
"Who is this man?"
Ten, in a calm voice, as if the words carry the weight of secrets that burden hearts:
"Seven days ago, we were in a village called 'Fire'. This man… he's a member of the Scorpion gang. His past is mysterious, few words, carrying a silence as vast as the barren desert."
Hiden collapses inwardly under the shock, his voice wavering between astonishment and sorrow:
"But… why?"
Ten closes his eyes for a moment, then speaks again in a deep, philosophical tone:
"Perhaps something terrible happened to him, weighed him down, and forced him into silence."
The camera focuses on Rinji's face, where past pains manifest. His eyes glow with betrayal and regret, like a broken mirror reflecting unbearable scenes.
Rinji, with deep sorrow, carrying the ache of a soul as if time itself dries his tears:
"I was part of the Scorpion gang, but when I returned to my city… I found it completely ruined. Destruction had devoured everything, as if death itself visited and planted ruin."
The camera shifts to slow-motion shots:
Houses reduced to rubble.
Streets littered with trash like fragments of a deep wound.
The city abandoned, lifeless, its silence screaming a deadly pain.
Every corner speaks of betrayal, the air heavy with the scent of burning and ash, sending chills down the spine, touching the reader's conscience, plunging them into the heart of tragedy. The city is like a soul that died under the weight of treachery and destruction.
The background music rises, infiltrating with sorrowful tones, merging with the sound of cold winds that whip through the rubble, as if weeping for what was lost.
That moment remains etched in the memory of all who recount it.
Rinji, with suppressed rage flashing in his eyes:
"I now have only one mission… I'm searching for someone, and I want to kill him."
A heavy silence prevails, as if it burdens the place with the echo of his words.
Ten, calm but alert, as if sensing the hidden mystery:
"Who is this person?"
Rinji looks at him with a steady, composed gaze, posing a complex question:
Rinji, coldly and firmly:
"Why do you care? Do you want to help me?"
Without waiting for an answer, he turns and heads toward the door with measured, quick steps.
Kazuma and Rin step inside, faint beams of light from the windows brushing against their faces.
Kazuma, voice carrying warmth and plea:
"Hello."
Hiden and Ten respond with looks blending curiosity and friendliness.
Kazuma, smiling lightly, trying to extend a bridge of hope:
"How are you feeling now, Hiden?"
A smile of hope blooms on Hiden's face, as if life is starting anew within him:
Hiden:
"I feel a bit better… something is growing inside me."
Rin exhales calmly, glancing at Hiden reassuringly:
Rin:
"That's good."
At that moment, Rinji closes the door behind him quietly, as if cutting the thread of time.
Ten, full of enthusiasm and challenge:
"If you don't change your mind…"
Kazuma, in a calm tone:
"He… has actually left."
A voice comes from behind the door:
Rinji:
"Farewell."
Rin, warmly and eagerly:
"Why don't you stay with us tonight too?"
Rinji raises his hand in farewell, feelings mixed between determination and hesitation:
Rinji:
"I have no time to rest now."
He closes the door behind him, and silence envelops the room once more.
Ten, enthusiastically:
"What do you say we start training? We haven't exercised in a long time."
Kazuma, with challenge and confidence:
"Don't worry, we're strong, thanks to the Shin."
But Ten looks at him seriously:
Ten:
"Your Shin is locked and unstable."
Kazuma closes his eyes slowly, trying to breathe deeply, summoning his old energy, but he finds nothing awaiting him.
He opens his eyes slowly, enveloped in a sense of emptiness:
Kazuma, worried:
"Why don't I feel anything?"
Ten responds wisely:
Ten:
"Because your Shin is unstable, and you haven't practiced regularly. True power doesn't come from waiting, but from continuous confrontation and training."
The words fade into the room's space, heavy with truth, along with a creeping sense of anxiety and a flame of hope that refuses to die.
In an endless vast desert, where golden sands stretch to the horizon without disturbance, the companions sit in a small circle. Ten sits to the right, calm and patient, while Hiden, Rin, and Kazuma sit in front, attentive and alert.
Ten raises his hand calmly, eyes carrying the wisdom of years, and speaks softly:
"Today we will begin learning the basics of Shin."
Curiosity lights Kazuma's face as he raises his head, asking:
"But isn't Shin, as you told us, just four gates?"
Ten smiles faintly, then replies:
"Yes, that's true, but that doesn't mean Shin is simple or superficial. Every system has its fundamentals, and Shin has deep roots."
Ten steps forward, his expression more serious as he explains:
"Your Shin, Kazuma, is unstable, and the reason is that Shin emerges from intertwined layers of four essential entities or manifestations."
He looks at them deeply, continuing:
"The first: the Pure Self, the essence of consciousness and divine self stored deep in the subconscious."
"The second: Physical Strength, representing the body's balance and structure."
"The third: Willpower of the Heart, the emotional drive giving your actions their motives."
"The fourth: The Present Moment, the point in time where energy manifests in perfect harmony."
He sighs slightly, then says:
"If this balance is disrupted, energy fragments or disintegrates, leading to Shin instability or even inability to channel it correctly."
Everyone stands in silence, absorbing the depth of these words, as the setting sun casts long shadows across the distant sands, confirming that the journey to understand Shin has just begun—a gateway to a deeper, larger world.
Ten approaches the group with a calm, confident tone:
Ten:
"We will begin training now. One hour of physical training each day; let your bodies be a tool to discover your limits."
Kazuma asks with eager eyes:
Kazuma:
"And what's the point of that?"
Ten smiles mysteriously, as if the answer is not in words but in the experience itself:
Ten:
"You'll know the benefit when you try… nothing is given without sweat."
The camera reveals the endless desert, sand shifting under the scorching sun as if trying to melt everything, heat seeping into their bones.
Kazuma runs, sweat pouring from his brow, soaking his clothes, every breath feeling like a weight on his chest.
Rin exhales heavily, each step almost the last, while Hiden runs as if the ground does not stop him, fatigue unknown, breath unbroken.
After an hour, Ten shouts sharply, breaking the silence of the desert:
Ten:
"Rest for a bit now."
Kazuma leans on his knees, grabbing a water bottle and splashing his face and hair, while Ten slowly wipes his face with a towel, each motion a lesson.
Rin drinks deeply, panting between sips:
Rin:
"Training… is fun… but at the same time exhausting."
Hiden smiles quietly, showing no fatigue:
Hiden:
"I didn't feel anything… it's like I didn't even move."
Kazuma looks at him with surprise and intensity:
Kazuma:
"Hah… are you mocking me? You're like another being, not even human?"
Hiden answers calmly and gravely:
Hiden:
"I've been running since I was a child, so I got used to pushing my body."
Ten raises his voice in a philosophical tone:
Ten:
"Now… let's move to the second level."
Kazuma raises his eyebrows in curiosity:
Kazuma:
"And what is this second level?"
Ten smiles deeply, carrying the secret behind every word:
Ten:
"Now… you will open the Shin."
Rin whispers softly, almost to herself:
Rin:
"But we've already mastered Shin…"
Ten looks at her with eyes speaking of challenge and wisdom:
Ten:
"Then show me."
Rin closes her eyes, her focus sinking deep within herself, as if communicating with the fabric of the universe. Minutes pass… second by second, the air around them thickens, the heat almost insignificant compared to the force of inner concentration.
Rin opens her eyes calmly, her face tinged with slight disappointment:
Rin:
"Nothing happened."
Kazuma turns to Ten with a look full of questioning:
Kazuma:
"Master… why?"
Ten laughs shortly, but meaningfully, a mix of wisdom and humor:
Ten:
"Shin is already open… but you only control it when it's needed in critical moments."
Rin nods, realizing the wisdom in his words:
Rin:
"You're right… when I'm in a fight, I release ice… only then does Shin manifest."
Ten steps closer, his voice rising in a philosophical tone:
Ten:
"To control Shin, you must first master the first stage: sensing."
Kazuma asks seriously:
Kazuma:
"What is sensing?"
Hiden answers with a philosophically analytical voice:
Hiden:
"Sensing is the beginning… it's feeling Shin flowing within you. It's the moment your senses harmonize with the surrounding energy, and you begin to understand it before you control it."
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