The night was quiet. Victory had been claimed.
Zain and Orion stepped into their home, the Champion's Cup still shining faintly under the dim lights. The cheers of the crowd had faded, replaced by silence—and a strange tension.
Orion stopped suddenly near the hallway, his eyes fixed on his phone screen. He looked pale, shocked.
Zain narrowed his eyes. "What did you see on your phone?"
Orion slowly looked up. "…The Second Colosseum War. It just happened. And Danca Blade… they lost."
Zain's expression hardened. "Let me think… Danca Blade? Weren't they considered the strongest gang in the world? Two years undefeated. No known rivals. So—who could possibly defeat them?"
Orion hesitated. "You won't believe this... It wasn't a gang."
Zain raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"One person," Orion whispered. "A single man defeated the entire Danca Blade force. His name—Yoichi Arakawa."
Zain's breath caught. "Yoichi? Wasn't he the former leader of HP? The most feared gang during the Great Colosseum War?".But they defeated.
"Yes," Orion nodded. "But it's not exactly correct to say HP lost that war. The final result was never confirmed."
Zain leaned back on the wall. "Strange… HP's forces were at least seven times larger than their enemy's. They were supposed to annihilate them. So how did the battle disappear without a trace?"
Orion looked serious. "It wasn't that easy. From what I've learned… the enemy gang had four special members. People so powerful they fought 1 vs 15000—and won."
Zain's expression darkened. "Let it go. Don't bring up those names tonight."
He turned away, walking toward his room.
"I'm exhausted," he muttered. "Let me sleep."
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[The Story Continues...]
But sleep wouldn't come easy.
Zain lay in bed, his eyes open in the dark, the ceiling above blurring into the shadows.
Yoichi Arakawa... That name wasn't just from the past. It was tied to something deeper.
Something he wasn't ready to remember.
Outside, Orion sat alone in the living room, staring at his screen again. He replayed a video—grainy footage from the battlefield.
A man with a long coat stood over dozens of fallen warriors. His hair fluttered in the wind. His face hidden behind blood and silence.
> "You will remember me," the man had said. "Even if history forgets."
Yoichi had returned.
And somewhere, something old and terrible was waking up again.
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