Ch 7 - YEARS OF GRINDING
Two weeks passed in restless silence. Tako, refusing to waste more time, searched for answers in every archive he could find. That's when he met Kakuni Mazu, a gray-haired historian who claimed he could read fragments of the ancient pyramid scripts.
Tako leaned forward. "We need the language. If we can speak to the ancients, we'll find out who Kyuta Nobara really is."
Kakuni smirked. "Learning this tongue isn't a game. It takes years."
"We don't have years," Makio snapped. "We only have… time ticking against us."
Koto placed his hand on the table. "Then teach us. We'll put in whatever it takes."
And so, a pact was made. Days bled into months, months into three long years. The trio fought through frustration, sleepless nights, and endless drills until the forgotten words of the ancients finally flowed from their lips.
On the final day of training, Kakuni whispered gravely, "The name you chase—Kyuta Nobara—belongs to a shadow even the ancients feared. Be careful when you call it aloud."
The timer pulsed again in Tako's head. Saturday was approaching. It was time to return.