Long before Reikosha Academy existed, before students studied Reikou, Yami, and Hikari energies… the world was quieter.
Not peaceful.
Just unaware.
Mountains stretched across the horizon like sleeping giants, forests covered the land in deep shadows, and villages burned small fires beneath the night sky.
Humans believed the world belonged to them.
They were wrong.
In a remote valley surrounded by black stone cliffs, a small village lay silent.
The wind moved gently through the trees.
Animals scattered through the undergrowth, their movements nervous, restless.
Something was wrong.
A little girl stood in the middle of the forest clearing.
She was barefoot, her dark hair swaying slightly in the cold wind. Her clothes were worn and torn from traveling.
But her eyes…
Her eyes were calm.
Too calm.
Around her, dozens of snakes slithered across the ground like living shadows.
Some wrapped around tree branches.
Others coiled at her feet.
The girl slowly raised her hand.
The snakes obeyed instantly.
"Go," she whispered softly.
The forest erupted.
Hundreds of snakes surged forward like a living tide, disappearing into the direction of the nearby village.
Screams echoed moments later.
The girl didn't react.
She simply watched the distant flames begin to rise.
Her name was Akira.
And she was only six years old.
Inside the burning village, chaos had already begun.
Villagers ran through the streets in panic as serpents flooded the buildings.
Torches fell.
Wooden houses caught fire.
A man grabbed a sword and charged toward the forest.
"Find the source!" he shouted.
But the moment he stepped into the trees…
He froze.
Akira stood in front of him.
Small.
Silent.
Watching.
The man hesitated.
"You… child… what are you doing here?"
Akira tilted her head slightly.
Behind her, snakes continued moving through the shadows.
"They hurt the animals," she said quietly.
The man frowned.
"What?"
"They burned the forest," Akira continued.
Her voice remained soft, almost curious.
"They trapped the wolves."
The man suddenly realized something was wrong.
Very wrong.
"You're controlling them…" he whispered.
Akira didn't answer.
She simply lifted her hand again.
The ground shifted.
Snakes exploded from the soil around the man's feet.
Before he could even scream, they wrapped around him.
The forest swallowed the sound.
Hours later, the village was nothing but smoke.
Charred buildings collapsed into ash.
The fire slowly faded as dawn approached.
Akira walked through the ruins barefoot.
Her expression hadn't changed.
Bodies lay scattered across the street.
But birds had already returned to the rooftops.
They perched quietly around her.
Watching.
Listening.
Akira looked up at the sky.
The sun was rising.
For a moment, she closed her eyes.
Then she spoke softly.
"Humans are strange."
A crow landed on her shoulder.
Akira gently touched its feathers.
"They destroy things they need."
The crow tilted its head.
As if it understood.
Akira turned away from the village and walked back toward the forest.
Behind her, the wind carried ash into the morning sky.
That day would later become known as the first recorded disaster of supernatural energy.
But history would not remember the truth.
They would call it a mysterious attack.
A curse.
A legend.
They would never believe the real story.
That it was done by a little girl.
Far away from the burning valley, another child opened her eyes.
She sat quietly beneath an ancient tree, staring toward the distant horizon.
Her name was Himiko.
And somehow…
She had felt everything.
The death.
The fear.
The energy.
A faint smile touched her lips.
"So it begins…"
The wind whispered through the branches above her.
And for the first time in history…
Two beings had awakened who would change the fate of the world.
Akira.
Himiko.
Twin sisters.
One would learn from the world.
The other would learn from humanity.
And centuries later…
Their shadows would still shape the destiny of Divine Warriors.