Prologue: Start

What is "victory"?

What is "glory"?

One would ask these questions in order to find them in their life. 

In this unchanging world, where your fate is already decided by someone. That someone is God(universe). It is useless to live life this way.

It doesn't matter whatever you do, you can't run away. What God(universe) decided for you, would happen. This is the destiny of someone.

Victory and glory. 

Sometimes both look the same word as when you win then you gain the glory itself. 

How far is this true?

One never questioned this. Life goes without saying. This world follows the law of protagonistism, the concept of weak defeating strong. 

Yes, weak defeating strong is something that exists in real life but you never noticed. 

Why? Because you became strong at that point, this is why you never noticed that concept. 

Everyone has their own drama(life). Each person is the protagonist of their drama(life). You grow, adapt and defeat. No matter how twisted one's ideal is or no matter how pure one's ideal is, in the end both wish to be at the top of something. This top is the place where you think is the finishing line. Imaginary line itself which stops you from reaching your full potential. When you reached that finishing line(limit), you lost your title as protagonist and turned into strong. That is "antagonistism".

You become a villain or block way for someone else. You will be defeated. This is how it works out. Once the protagonist reached that line where you stood and he didn't see that line as his limit then you will be defeated.

God(universe) created those gems rarely in this eternal space. Those gems are blessed with power to do extraordinary things to gain fame, wealth and power. But once they reach their imaginary limit, they lose the blessing of divine will. They will soon be surpassed by someone. Their existence becomes forgotten and faded in the pages of history. 

If you can't update yourself up to time then you will collapse one day. This is how civilization of humans begins and ends. A cycle indeed. If you can't update then new laws and ideas will conquer you. 

"Protagonistism" and "antagonistism". Concept of this world. Weak defeating strong by adapting, growing and defeating to reach the same level as strong.

But remember that in this world of unchanging, those roles are predetermined. You can't do anything to change it. Everything will go the same as you are. Chain of cycle in which "victory" and "glory" belongs to the hero chosen by divine will(script).

Will you change it? Do you want to protect your title as the "protagonist" of this work or will you lose it just like many of those in the past?

Answer carefully, my friend. This universe is vast. We will meet somewhere in the future for sure.

Let the greatest series begin.

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I open my eyes. It was like a long dream. The voice that I heard was weird. 

When I opened my eyes, I saw white ceiling. This is weird. I don't remember that my house has a white ceiling. 

My house. My house? I don't remember. I don't remember anything. 

Light was too harsh for my eyes. Whenever I try to open my eyes completely, light burns them. For how long was I sleeping here?

With my eyes squeezed but still little bit I can see, I try to guess my surroundings. 

It is all unfamiliar to me. It looks like a new place that I have never seen in my life.

I tried to stand up from the not so comfy bed. But as soon as I take my first step, I walk. I collapsed. 

I hate gravity.

My eyes closed again.

"Hey, kiddo. I heard from nurse that you wake up and fall again"

An unfamiliar voice speaks.

I open my eyes again. This time light is not burning my eyes. The reason for this is that this man is covering the ceiling with his posture. 

Calling him a man is a bad word. He looks more like those big kids from school. Higher grade ones who mess around rather than studying. 

"So, you opened your eyes. It looks like that I don't have to came to visit you again"

The boy said this with a smile.

So, he always came to visit me. He looks like a good person.

I tried to speak. Words came out of my mouth but they are a little bit weird. I am exhausted from reading the full paragraph. 

"Where am I?" 

This was my first question.

"You are in the hospital, kid. This is the place where ill people goes because they can't handle a shit and mostly reckless people too who loves to have experience to death"

He laughed. 

Now, I get why people tell their kids to stay away from these types of people. 

Am I sick? Because I don't think I am sick.

Rather than asking who he is and why he always visits me. I asked something else out of stupidity. 

"Which type am I?"

"You are the second one. The one who escaped from the mouth of death"

My eyes widened. I mean, I never did anything wrong. I can say from my heart even though I don't remember anything but still, it is farfetched. 

Boy looked at my face as if he already understood what my mind was trying to handle. 

"Relax, kiddo. You didn't do anything wrong! You are not that type of person whose crime became the story of Juliette and Romeo nor you kidnapped the wife of a Yakuza(mafia boss). So, just chill" 

Why am I feeling that he did those things?

"What is the reason for me being here? Who are you? Why did you come to visit me?"

"For that reason, how can I say? You can say that.....I think the news was like this that some monkey black wearing head condom mask, who done explosion in the city many places"

I didn't understand what he was trying to say. How can monkeys start bombing? Unless, this is some sci-fi movie world I am living in. Let me guess.

"You mean terrorists?"

"Yeah! Those dudes! Thanks for that term, kiddo. In that terrorist attack, your house was in the red range area. Basically, you are healed now. You are going to an orphanage, the place for those kids whose parents are dead and also those who are homeless because of child support. Good luck. They will provide you good life then some child problems dudes will adopt you"

He is definitely rude. If I judge his character, he is a rude person but something is still different about him. Judging someone too quickly is not a good thing. One needs to learn more about that person in order to understand them. 

"Then why do you always come to visit me?"

"Who told you that?"

"You said that"

"Damn! Nowadays, kids like these are dangerous for married couples who wants to make love"

He is something else. He is not someone who fakes his emotions or changes his personality depending on the person. He stays the same as he is for everyone. 

He didn't use a fake mask(personality) to cover his actual self. He is showing his real face(personality) to everyone regardless of who they are.

"Maybe, I spoke too soon. But the answer to that question is something I don't know myself. I visit you because why not. I don't know the reason for this. So, I just came to always check you up"

He is a good person despite his rude personality and not having a manner of talking.

He got up from the bed. He turned his back.

Wait. Is he going? 

Well, he told me that I am going to an orphanage place and someone will adopt me there but I don't feel like that.

"Mister! I want to go with you!"

Without any doubt, I want to follow this boy. He is different from everyone. I am just a kid but my heart is telling me that living with him is a much better option than going to some weird dead parents' kid house.

"Why do you wanna go with me, kid?"

"I can say that you are a good person"

He laughed. It is like I told him some joke.

"Me?! Good?! Hahahahaha! What a good joke! Kid, hear me. I am the worst person you can think of right now. I smoke, drink and even invite girls to bed. Why do you think that I am good?"

"I don't know really why I judge you to be good but I really felt like it that you are good. I don't know the reason"

This is my honest reply. 

I can't give a reason why I think that he is a good person despite his bad manner of talking and bad habits but he looks like someone you can rely on.

He looked at me with curiosity like he was observing me with an interest.

"Are you sure, kiddo? You wanna come with me? I hope that I don't get in jail because of kidnapping a child. But, let's go!"

I stood up from my bed and grabbed his hand. 

"You still didn't tell me your name, Mister?"

"My name is Nakajima Yusuke"

"Nakajima…"

I mutter the surname in my tongue.

"I don't have a name. I don't remember anything about my past, sir"

He looked with curiosity. 

"It looks like your life was a punk one! You got ear piercing! Maybe some sort of tradition. Uncommon to see. Then.....your name would be Nakajima.....Kazuya!"

He gave me the name. 

For a kid who doesn't have a past and doesn't know anything about his life. Giving name is enough to make him look like God.

"So, what should I call you, sir?"

"Just call me big brother, punk"

This is the story of mine.

A beautiful tale that is written by ruined hands and curse of fate.