The Forgotten Years

High above the city, the rooftop served as an isolated theater for this emotional showdown. The city skyline loomed in the distance, an audience of indifferent skyscrapers, while the moon bathed the scene in a surreal glow. The cool night breeze swirled around them, carrying the underlying scent of rain yet to fall.

Jushin's face drained of color, becoming as pale as the ghostly moonlight that illuminated the rooftop. His hands, quivering like leaves caught in a sudden gust, clutched his chest in desperate agony. The fire in his eyes flickered in the night, each glance a dagger aimed squarely at Sherry. Tears broke free, leaving wet trails on his cheeks, before being swept away by the night wind. His teeth ground together like gears in a failing machine as he spat out, "Today, I will risk my life against you for Glenna."