The Hut of Organisation

The wind swept across the rooftop, carrying with it the scent of the city far below. Neon lights blinked in the distance as two figures stood in silence. Aria-sensei, tall and composed with a cold gaze, leaned slightly on the railing. Beside him, Shidou Shiranui stood with arms crossed, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon.

Then—footsteps. Calm. Unhurried. Steady.

They turned.

A man emerged from the stairwell, bathed in shadow until the moonlight caught his face.

Kurota Kai.

His presence alone made the air heavier.

"Good evening… Shidou. Aria," Kai said, voice smooth and low.

Shidou's brows furrowed in immediate alarm. "What the hell… What are you doing here, Kai?"

Aria didn't move. His expression hardened, voice clipped. "This isn't your place. State your reason and go."

Kai smiled faintly, but it wasn't friendly. "I came to ask a favor."

"A favor?" Aria echoed, incredulous.

"You?" Shidou snapped. "A favor from us? What kind of twisted game are you playing now?"

Kai took a step forward, his eyes colder than the wind. "Send Ryker Tensai… on the next mission. The one targeting the Organisation's hideout. The Hut of Organisation."

Silence.

Both Aria and Shidou stared at him in disbelief.

"You want Ryker to go there?" Aria asked, his voice quieter now, more cautious.

Kai didn't blink. "Yes."

"Why him?" Shidou demanded.

Kai's tone dropped, deeper—commanding. "That's not your concern. You know what you need to do."

Shidou clenched his jaw. "He's not ready—"

"Don't question me," Kai cut in sharply. "You will send him."

The pressure in the air changed. It was like gravity itself bent around Kai's presence, heavy and suffocating. Neither Aria nor Shidou said a word.

Kurota Kai turned away.

"Don't make me repeat myself," he said quietly, disappearing down the stairs, leaving only the wind—and dread—behind.

The air was tense as the five teams stood before the hidden lair of the Karuto Kai Organization.

Team 1—Sol Yoshida, Shin Kazuto, Celica Sora, Haruto Kenzaki, and the appointed hero, Tanaka Kai—led the operation. Behind them, the remaining teams stood on standby.

"Just like we planned," Tanaka Kai said, eyes sharp. "Team One goes inside. Others hold position."

"Let's go," he added, pushing open the rusted metal door.

Ryker, standing beside Team Four, narrowed his eyes, gaze locked on the crumbling hideout. His gut twisted.

Something was wrong.

Inside the hideout.

The lights flickered. Dust covered everything. It was quiet—too quiet.

"Where the hell is everyone?" Sol muttered. "It's… empty."

They advanced, carefully, but the place was deserted.

Outside

Tanaka Kai stepped back out. "The place is clear. No one's here."

"What?" Matsumoto, the Hero of Team Five, frowned. "This doesn't make sense."

Then it hit.

A crushing pressure—cold and suffocating—descended on them all at once. Every team felt it. All eyes turned to the source: a single closed room at the far end of the hideout.

They gathered outside the door.

Tanaka Kai took point and opened it.

Inside, a man sat calmly in a chair, others standing behind him. He looked completely unfazed.

"Welcome… heroes," the man said.

Ryker's eyes widened. His breath caught.

No…

A flash of memory stabbed through his mind—a burning house, his crying sister, blood, fire… and this face.

Ryker dropped to his knees, eyes hollow.

"You…" he whispered, voice trembling. "You're the one who came to my house that night…"

Everyone trap in chains.

What the it chains We trap Tanaka kai said

Ryker don't trapped Ryker was free

He stood, drawing his sword with a trembling hand, lightning dancing across its edge.

"Yes," the man replied coldly. "That was me."

Before anyone could stop him, Ryker vanished.

An attacker lunged forward—but Ryker had already moved. In a flash of frost and steel, he was behind the man, cutting clean through his neck. The head hit the floor with a thud.

"RYKER! What the hell?!" Sol shouted.

Everyone froze, stunned.

Jasmine Katsuragi, the Hero of Team Four, stepped forward. "This isn't part of our mission!"

But Ryker didn't hear them.

His eyes were fixed on another enemy—a brute with chains. The man swung them, but Ryker dodged effortlessly and unleashed a wave of ice, freezing the ground. He slid forward, impaling the man through the gut with an icicle spear.

"He's… using ice?" Tanaka Kai muttered. "But how?"

Another enemy charged. Ryker summoned chains of his own—thicker, deadlier. He pulled the man close, and in a blur of movement, their swords clashed.

Steel rang out—Ryker and the enemy locked in brutal combat. Sparks flew. Ryker's eyes burned with rage.

He surged lightning through his blade.

The enemy screamed, muscles convulsing.

"Why… did you do it?" Ryker hissed, his voice shaking. "Why did you hurt my mother?!"

He struck the man's leg. Then his arm. Then his stomach. Again. Again. Again.

"WHY?!"

Blood splattered. Screams filled the room.

"RYKER!!" Sol ran forward, grabbing his arm and yanking him back. "Stop it! That's enough!!"

Ryker panted, chest heaving. His blade trembled in his grip, drenched in blood. His eyes glowed with fury and grief.

"I've never seen you like this…" Sol whispered. "What happened… that night?"

Ryker's sword slipped from his hand with a metallic clang, clattering across the bloodied floor.

His knees gave out.

He collapsed.

His breathing was shallow, body trembling—not from wounds, but from everything buried deep inside him finally bursting free. The air around him pulsed with unstable energy, a mix of ice, lightning, and grief.

Everyone stood frozen.

Jasmine Katsuragi, Hero of Team Four, stepped forward, her expression unreadable.

"…It's a crime," she said softly, eyes locked on Ryker. "This is the reason he became… a terrorist."

"No," Sol stepped in, eyes pleading. "Please. Don't report this. Don't tell anyone what you saw here."

Jasmine hesitated.

But then Tanaka Kai spoke.

"We're heroes, not judges," he said coldly. "We have to report this to the Guild Leader. Ryker went too far."

"Tanaka, wait—" Celica started, but he raised a hand.

"I'll carry him," Tanaka said, walking over to Ryker's limp body. "We'll bring him back."

Sol clenched his fists. "He's not a monster… he's broken."

Tanaka didn't respond.

He lifted Ryker onto his back, Ryker's blood slowly staining his uniform.

As they exited the hideout, silence hung heavy between the teams. No one spoke a word—not about the mission, not about Ryker, not about the memories that had come alive in flame and frost.

For the first time… the heroes saw the darkness that lay behind Ryker Tensai's calm eyes.

And they knew:

This was only the beginning.

A heavy silence fell inside the infirmary room, where Ryker lay unconscious—his breathing steady, but his face pale and lifeless.

Outside, in the dim-lit hallway, Aisa Nakamura clutched Jasmine's sleeve with trembling fingers.

"What will happen to Ryker…?" Aisa asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me, Jasmine…"

Jasmine Katsuragi sighed, folding her arms. Her face was as unreadable as always, but even she seemed… conflicted.

"I don't know," she said quietly. "There may be punishment. Maybe… something worse."

"No!" Aisa snapped. Her voice cracked. "He's not a criminal. You saw it. That wasn't a man who wanted to kill. That was someone remembering…"

Sol stood nearby, arms crossed, his face filled with tension.

"What is the punishment?" sol asked, eyes narrowing. "What does the guild do with… someone like Ryker?"

"I don't know," Jasmine repeated, her voice low. "But you all saw what he did. We don't get to decide anymore. Shidou, the Guild Leader, will."

Aisa turned to the closed door of Ryker's room.

"…He doesn't deserve this."

"He broke," Sol muttered, his gaze lowered. "In that moment, he wasn't Ryker Tensai, the hero. He was the boy who watched his mother suffer…

Jasmine said nothing.

Somewhere deeper in the building, footsteps echoed—officers preparing a report. Whispers of "mental instability," "murder in mission," "uncontrolled powers" floated through the halls.

And behind the door…

Ryker still didn't wake up.