Death Is Equal

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"It's okay, I can do this!"

A girl who looked to be at the age of 10, said to herself while looking at her reflection with determination.

"I remember how big brother cut it before.... Here goes nothing."

Lightly raising the scissors over her head, she swallowed little saliva from her mouth after cutting the bangs covering her face.

A few minutes later....

"A.... I cut it...." While looking at the mirror, she looked at herself, dejected. "Too short..." Saying that, the scissors from her hands fell off, hitting the ground, at the same time, as the cried could be heard.

"Waaaa!!"

The moment her loud cry echoed through the other room, a boy at the same age as her, came running with a panicked expression.

"⬜?! What's wrong?!" The boy asked.

With her fingertips, she wiped the tears over her eyes, without looking at the boy just in front of her. "I-I cut my hair... But now it's too short.... Waaaa!!"

When the boy saw this, he covered his mouth with his hands, looking at her sister as if shocked.... or perhaps, amazement?

"C-Cute...."

"What? I looked more ugly di-- eh?" After realizing what her brother just said, the girl tried repeating what she said as if making sure if she heard it correctly.

"I looked more ugly.... right?"

For a moment, the boy's cowlick wiggle as the expression on his face brightened. "N-No!! You look more cute with your hair short... Aha!!" Picking up the scissors from the ground, he pointed it towards his long brownish hair on the back, threatening to cut it.

"Wha!? No!!"

Before the his sister could even stop him, he cut the back of his hair short, almost at the same length as her sister.

"See? It's not that bad. Besides, it's just a hair so nothing to be afraid of."

Biting her lower lips, the little girl hugged her brother tightly, as she once again cried.

Smiling, the boy patted the girl's head lightly when suddenly, the door bursted open.

"Yo! Your master is calling ou-- Wow!"

When the blonde boy entered inside, he looked at the both of them in surprised. "Cu-Cute...."

"Don't even think about it?"

"Fine...."

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After a few moments of silence, the blonde boy who entered not a while ago, once again opened his mouth to speak.

"Anyways, like I said, your master has been calling out to you, Indra...."

Sighing, the boy patted his sister's back to make her let go.

"Be there in a minute."

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"Brat, how many times do I have to tell you that you stop using that sword."

An old man seemed to be in his late-forties, pinched the middle of his brows in contempt.

Stabbing his sword on the ground, the boy in front of him shook his shoulders after hearing the old man's words, then saying, "What's the problem with this? It's just a sword."

"You're a two sword user. You cannot unlock your hidden abilities if you're not even trying. Besides, what will you do in a fight? You cannot even use magic. You're a talentless!!" The old man flicked the boy's forehead hard that his body flew away and hit the wall.

"Ow... Can't you even hold back your strength, geezer?" Saying that, the boy rubbed his forehead lightly, while in pain.

Sighing, the old man sat in the bench to take a breather. After a couple of minutes of silence, the old man sighed as he once again opened his mouth to speak.

"Anyways, I'm giving you my katana." After reaching out a black-steeled sword from his left, he placed it next to the boy. "That sword is a one of a kind. Since it obviously chose you as it's new master, it's better if I give it to you now."

The boy raised the sword up and took it out from it's scabbard to see it's features.

"It's a fine blade.... Well, okay. I'll keep this as a memento for my master."

Feeling annoyed by this, the old man kicked the chair he was sitting, as he fell off hard in his bums to the ground.

"Who said that you can kill me in your fantasies? Are you ready to die?" The old man spit to the ground. "Huu... Anyways, if something happened to that sword, I'll pull you with me in hell."

"Didn't you said that I can't kill you in my fantasi--ow!!"

Before the boy could even finish his sentence, the old man smacked his head using the wooden sword he had been holding on since earlier.

"I already teached you the real meaning of your role. It's up to you on how you can understand it.... Well, you'll figure it out on your own eventually." Standing up from his sit, the old man turned his head to leave. "Oh, I have a quick question I want to ask you about. Depending on what you'll answer, this may affect your future, greatly."

"Uh... What is it?" The boy asked, picking up a book from the table and opening it to page 275.

"Do you think that the world is equal?"

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It went silent after he heard his question.

After a few seconds, the boy torn a certain page from the book he was holding before giving the man a reply.

"No. There is no such thing as equal. Every species in this or the other planet has something that they called '⬜'. But.... there is still a best equality everyone can do, and that is...."

"D҉E҉A҉T҉H҉."

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Somewhere in the amidst of the battlefield, a man whose hair is black, with a blood-red eyes stared at the man in front of him.

"Now that I'm done with these common fodders, I believe it's your turn now isn't it?" Indra asked the blonde man before pulling out his sword inside his [Storage Ring].

To say he wasn't in a good mood was an understatement. He had just seen people that he cherished, cared for, die in front of him.

"...Was it for desperate salvation...? We can't help but kill beings in the face of madness. " or so, was the last words of his beloved twin sister before she died in his arms. She was killed because of the naive decision of his so-called friend, the blonde boy.

It wasn't only his sister died. Almost all of his friends, family and the other person he had long cherished his whole life. They were either slaughtered or died in accidents in his eyes.

He was so angry at him. His naivety was the cause of their deaths! If only this bitch did—!

Then his eyes turned from raging fury to ice cold.

"... Fuck, whatever. I'll just turn this pointless war into a massacre." The man whose eyes where blood-red turned his attention to the people fighting on the ground. "What'll happen if this insects all disappeared?" He asked the blonde man, before raising a smile...

"Shall we find out?"

The blonde man raised his hands, as if gesturing him make Indra stop from doing whatever he wants to do to the people below them.

But....

"Ahh!!!?"

"Help!!"

"Somebody please!!"

Desperate screams was something they could hear below after Indra flicked his hands, summoning a whole army of mindless puppets (dead people) that stabbed them mercilessly to the ground.

The blonde man could only look at them with grim after seeing his people die, then reanimated as an undead that killed one after another.

"How does it feel? Seeing the people that you've cherished die pitifully, ⬛? Isn't it fun?" Laughing, he continued. "Surely you've heard tales of my power. Now tell me do you wish to kneel, or to perish?"

Gripping his hands tightly, ⬛ stood up. "I have a choice to choose what's right and wrong. I should've chose to end you before you've became like this."

With a smile, Indra laughed his words off and said, "I've never wanted to be the villain... But I did stay long enough to lose the will to be your hero."

And so, the fight between the ⬜ and the ⬛ finally started.

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[Synchronizing memory '3'... is complete]

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"Ugh... That fucker."

After waking up, I found myself in an unfamiliar forest, which was surely not in the mountain where they left me alone a couple of days ago.

I was about to stand up from the ground when I suddenly noticed a letter that was attached to my clothes.

"A letter...?" Opening it, I began reading it's content without missing a word.

[Dear, Athan.

I know that you're probably angry to me right now, but I have decided to do this for safety measures. Since I know that you have unlocked some unknown powers inside you, as the King of this country, I cannot take the massive risk where you might accidentally harm others.

Anyways, I wish you good luck on training on your own for a few years.

Sincerely yours, Adam]

After I finished reading all the content of the letter, I shredded it apart. Surveying my surroundings for a bit, I couldn't help but curse out loud.

"Fuck!"