Chapter 5: Seeds of Anger
The car rolled to a stop before a towering hotel, its marble pillars gleaming under the city's rain-lit glow.
Orimo: Woah... this place is huge.
Ryuki: We're staying here tonight.
They stepped inside — golden chandeliers, soft music, and perfume in the air. Ryuki exchanged a few quiet words with a man behind the counter, while Orimo waited, eyes darting across the luxurious hall.
Ryuki: Come with me.
They climbed the spiraling staircase, each step echoing faintly until they reached their room. The door clicked shut.
Ryuki turned to him, her eyes cold and serious.
Ryuki: The king of this country is Daegmon Kira.
Orimo: So what?
Ryuki: He drove all the black citizens out of the city — just because of their skin. And when they refused…
She stopped. Her hands trembled slightly.
Ryuki (softly): You remember that little girl we saw on the street? She probably lost her parents that night.
Orimo froze.
Ryuki: He cut off their food supplies. Let them starve. When they resisted, his soldiers slaughtered them — the streets ran red for days. Children. Mothers. Everyone.
Orimo's jaw tightened. The silence between them felt heavy — suffocating.
Ryuki: That's why I remember him... The Devil King, Ryuta Konan. He fought for those who couldn't fight for themselves.
Tears glimmered in her eyes as she reached out, gripping Orimo's hand.
Ryuki (voice breaking): Help me... Lead me... Please.
Orimo looked at her — anger rising in his chest like a storm. He placed a firm hand on her shoulder.
Orimo: I'll help you. Even if I'm powerless right now.
She smiled faintly, wiping her tears.
Ryuki: Then I'll give you power. I'll train you myself.
Orimo's expression hardened, determination burning behind his calm gaze.
Orimo: Then I'll gladly take it.
Outside, thunder rolled. The rain began to pour harder — as if the world itself could feel the seeds of anger beginning to take root.