Roaming the Cage

Sector 13 had become too small for Yor. He understood that staying in the same place would only limit his growth. Even a dog could become a lion in a weak land. But a true lion must prove himself on all grounds.

One day, while wandering the edges of Sector 13, he spotted a boy speaking to another—"Let's team up," the white-haired figure offered. The other declined. Yor, curious yet cautious, observed. Soon enough, the boy with white hair and striking red eyes approached Yor.

"Let's team up," he said directly.

Yor declined without hesitation. This world was not kind—trust was a risk he couldn't afford.

Still, the white-haired boy followed him silently, step by step. There was something eerie and ancient about his aura. His hair like moonlight, eyes like burning coals. Despite standing six feet tall and moving like wind, Yor couldn't sense his rank.

After hours of aimless roaming, Yor finally uncovered a sliver of truth: the boy was from the Flamingo Clan—an ancient bloodline known for powerful fire manipulation. Even the lowest-ranking elders in that clan were at least Level 4.

And yet… Yor still couldn't sense his power.

Then, fate played its hand. A monster emerged—one Yor recognized instantly. It was the same beast that had harmed his sister. Rage surged like a tide, and Yor charged without hesitation.

The white-haired boy stood still, watching with excitement in his eyes as if anticipating something rare.

Yor poured every ounce of power into his strike. His blade sang through the air, and in one thunderous slash—the monster fell.

The very guards who once mocked Yor now looked at him with wide-eyed fear. He had changed. Grown. Become something unrecognizable.

But when he turned back—the white-haired boy was gone, vanished like mist.