Learn and Heal

Episode 1: Upon High Branches

The strange being pointed to himself."Grak."

Then he gestured to his whole body—arms, legs, torso—trying to convey that he meant all of himself."Urg."

Tanuki thought he understood the message and did the same."Tanuki." He pointed at himself."Telum." He motioned to his entire body.

Hikari followed his lead, introducing herself in the same way.

The intelligent creature smiled, rose to his feet, and motioned for them to follow.

Tanuki was fascinated. In all the time he had spent wandering alone, he had traveled far and wide, yet never encountered another intelligent being.He studied the tattoos etched into Grak's skin, the garments draped over him, and the ornaments hanging from his neck and horns.

"He doesn't look like an explorer," Tanuki murmured. "More like… a monk or something."

"What makes you say that?"

"The way he handled that black flower with such care… that large staff, and all those ornaments hanging from him.Reminds me a little of the old monks."

"I don't know much about that… Most of what I learned back in Yomi was about weaponry."

The vegetation grew thicker with every step. Vines dangled from above as if the jungle itself were trying to snare them. The air grew hot and heavy, saturated with moisture, and filled with the constant droning of unseen creatures. Insects with translucent shells, razor-edged wings, and warning-bright colors zipped between leaves sharp enough to cut.

Tanuki stayed close to Hikari, keeping a wary eye on Grak."This isn't feeling like a casual stroll anymore," he muttered, swatting away a dragonfly with fangs.

"What kind of place is this…?" Hikari whispered, tense. She eyed a centipede the length of her arm crawling up a nearby root, its body glowing with a poisonous blue.

Grak walked barefoot, unafraid. Now and then he would touch a tree trunk, murmur something in his deep, guttural tongue, and keep walking. He seemed to know every living thing, every corner of this jungle.

"He doesn't seem surprised that we can talk… or think," Tanuki said quietly, almost to himself.

"Maybe… he already knew we existed."

"Or maybe he just doesn't care. He's more interested in what we are, not where we came from."

The foliage thickened even more. Vines hung low like snares, the air grew heavier, and the buzzing swelled into a suffocating chorus. Insects with faces carved into their shells and unnatural wings flitted among blade-edged leaves.

"I hate deformed insects," Tanuki muttered, slicing a multi-winged dragonfly with a long stinger in its tail using his own. "Small, annoying, venomous… and disgusting."

"They're terrifying too…" Hikari whispered, her voice tight as she watched a centipede with a disturbingly human baby's face crawl along a root.

Grak kept walking, brushing away the creatures with calm, deliberate motions. He didn't seem bothered at all.

Tanuki couldn't shake his thoughts about Grak's reaction—or lack of it. Maybe he'd met other Telum before, but there was no way they could have come from Amaterasu. And if they'd been sent from Yomi, they would have likely tried to capture them for experimentation.

That thought brought him back to something Hikari had mentioned: a city of wild Telum. Could the one who attacked Metro Tokyo be connected to them?

Still, too much speculation only stirred Echo's restlessness. It was better to wait and see what happened.

As they walked on, the treetops began to change. The branches grew wider, reinforced, with structures built upon them—thick ropes, woven ladders, and platforms of dark wood. Some houses were camouflaged under blankets of mos, some of the dwellings were decorated with the skulls of small creatures, while many tree trunks bore spiral-shaped carvings.

The striking sight was quickly overpowered by a foul stench. Large black flowers, each with small tentacles writhing from its center, were the source. They had been planted in deliberate patterns around the village.

Tanuki instinctively covered his nose and began breathing through his mouth just to keep moving. Grak noticed the gesture, glanced at him from the corner of his eye, but kept walking without comment.

"What's wrong? Are you alright?" Hikari asked with concern.

"Yeah… it's just the smell from those disgusting plants. Makes me dizzy… and sick."

"I don't think they smell that bad. A little acidic, maybe…"

Her comment made the flowers' purpose clear. Their scent kept monsters at bay—so for Tanuki, whose corrosion was far advanced, the smell was naturally repulsive.

From above, dark eyes watched them.

Silent shadows moved among the trees, vigilant, their long spears pointed toward the newcomers. Bone masks hid their faces. They simply surrounded the group, unmoving, as if awaiting an order to strike.

Tanuki had already noticed the watchers. He simply kept walking hand-in-hand with Hikari. It was important not to make any sudden or suspicious moves that could be misinterpreted.

Grak stopped.

He raised both hands, palms facing the sky, and let out a short, deep, guttural sound.

"Nha'rek… Grak-tah… Nha'rek…"

The sentinels relaxed slightly, but their eyes stayed locked on the strangers.

Grak turned to Tanuki and Hikari, speaking softly in his own tongue. He nodded upward, then made a gesture with both hands downward, palms open.

"I think he's telling us to stay calm," Tanuki said in a neutral tone. He didn't sound surprised, but there was a hint of tension in his voice.

"I thought he was telling us to sit down…" Hikari admitted, looking a little embarrassed.

Grak smiled at them and motioned for them to continue walking.

They eventually stopped before a massive tree. A rope ladder woven from branches and ivy hung from a platform above. Grak began to climb, pausing to look back at Tanuki and motion for him to follow.

Tanuki had just started up when he heard a hesitant voice behind him."What's wrong, Hikari? Why aren't you climbing?"

"I… can't reach."

"…Right."

Tanuki climbed back down to let Hikari ride on his back again. The routine had long since stopped being amusing to either of them. Hikari kept her face hidden in embarrassment as they went up.

When they reached the platform, Grak was waiting with an outstretched hand, helping Tanuki to his feet.

The place was wide and open, decorated with rustic ornaments made from feathers, claws, bones, and carvings etched into the black wood. Thick branches crossed around them, some marked with painted or engraved symbols.

Eight Urg warriors stood in silence, waiting. They were larger than Grak, with broad torsos and arms like tree trunks, their skin marked with scars that spoke of old battles.

At the center stood a massive Urg—large enough to wrap a hand around a grown human without effort. His body was covered in scars and tattoos, and draped across his shoulders was a cloak adorned with monster skulls. He watched the newcomers with arms crossed.

Beside him stood an elder, wearing several necklaces and ornaments similar to Grak's. He leaned on a tall staff decorated with claws and feathers.

The elder made a slow, deliberate gesture, as if granting permission, and spoke a few words. Grak reached into the pockets of his fur cloak and produced the various flowers he had gathered, bowing his head as he offered them.

Hikari saw the gesture and did the same, presenting the flowers she had collected while following the trail.

The Urg began murmuring to each other in low voices.

"What is it? Wasn't I supposed to do the same as him?" Hikari whispered, her tone timid, tinged with fear.

The elder Urg stepped toward them, his eyes warm, almost grandfatherly. He gently placed a hand on Hikari's head.

"Well done, little Telum."

Both of them froze. He had spoken in their language. That alone confirmed the suspicion that had been taking shape in Tanuki's mind.

"You speak our language… and you know what we are." Tanuki's tone was calm. "That means you've met others like us, haven't you?"

"That's right. Usagi is a friend of the Urg."

"Usagi? I don't know anyone by that name."

"Usagi is Telum leader… Kind to Urg."

"Does Usagi… have black hair? Furry ears and a tail?"

"Yes! Hoho… Usagi has black ears and tail."

Things began to fall into place. If Usagi was the leader of the so-called "wild" Telum, that would explain why he had tried to "rescue" Tanuki back in Metro Tokyo.But the memory of his abilities put him on a different level entirely—and they didn't exactly match the name Rabbit.

(Yomi) —(It hurts!) —(They're just humans…)(What are you waiting for?) —(Run…) —(Tanuki!!)

"I am Bukor," the elder said. "I am Urg shaman.This is Troknek. He is Urg leader."

"It's an honor," Tanuki replied. "I am Tanuki, a Telum.She is Hikari, also a Telum."

Both of them knelt with their heads lowered in respect. The massive Urg chief stood, his enormous frame towering over them. He stepped forward, speaking in a deep, rough voice.

"Chief says: You look like monster. Not Telum, like Usagi or friends."

Before Tanuki could answer, Hikari spoke up, giving a quick, simple explanation.

"Humans did a lot of bad things to Tanuki.That's why he looks like a monster…But he's good! He saved me… and he saved Grak, too!"

Her voice trembled, but her words came from the heart—simple enough to be understood, sincere enough to matter.

Bukor translated for the chief. The Urg leader just smiled.

Without warning, he threw a punch—fast, heavy—stopping just a hair from Tanuki's face.

Tanuki didn't flinch. His dark eyes remained fixed, calm, showing neither fear nor anger. Reacting would only give weight to the idea that he was a monster.

Troknek burst into loud, booming laughter, the tension in the room dissolving instantly. He grabbed Tanuki by the shoulders, hauled him to his feet, and gave him a few hearty pats on the back.

Bukor explained that the chief had only been playing around, and that they were welcome in the village. Without realizing it, they had completed the shamans' path—a dangerous route meant to test one's resolve and skill.

Only with knowledge of the world and the right abilities could someone gather the rare fruits that grew in those places. The fact that Tanuki and Hikari had done so just by following a trail, relying on instinct and intuition, was no small feat. It earned them the Urg people's respect.

The village began preparations to celebrate Grak's return. Having completed the shamans' path, he was ready for his final trial—one that would take him to the peak of a supposedly mystical mountain, where he would seek the knowledge of the Mist.

Tanuki and Hikari sipped fragrant herbal tea inside Bukor's hut, listening closely to his stories.

The Urg had met other Telum years ago, and their relationship was cordial. At times, Usagi and his people would arrive with offerings of food. All Usagi wanted in return was the Urgs' knowledge of the world—the types of plants, the nature of monsters, and how to use what the land provided.

"This Usagi… did he ever teach you anything? Like how to use tools or technology?" Tanuki asked, his interest clear.

"No. Usagi says… better not interfere with evolution. I don't know much about Telum or Humans. But Usagi is… old."

"Old? What do you mean?" Hikari asked, not quite understanding.

"I don't know many words… Usagi many years in world… knows many things… Old."

"And… how did you meet him?" Tanuki asked.

"My master introduced… Met during shaman's path… like you and Grak."

Hikari watched Tanuki's expression closely. When she noticed his eyes narrow ever so slightly, she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. She had learned that he always made that look when Echo began tormenting him with too many thoughts. Holding his hand was the only thing she could do to quiet his mind—though she didn't know why it worked.

Their long conversation was interrupted by an Urg woman inviting them to join the celebration.

While the women prepared the meal, the men were in charge of setting up the event space and keeping the children busy so they wouldn't disturb their mothers.

The village was made up of large platforms built among the trees, connected by hanging bridges. But the celebrations took place in "the great hall," a vast space supported by multiple tree trunks and branches.

A great fire burned in the center, contained by pale white branches. The white trees had only been seen in the temple where the black hallucinogenic flowers grew, and apparently, their wood didn't burn.

While Hikari was captivated by everything around her, Tanuki found himself analyzing each detail. How did they discover that? And that? And that other thing?

Night began to fall, but the place was bathed in light from resin torches and the great central bonfire. Many Urgs approached to greet and congratulate Grak, surrounding him with embraces, playful shoves, hearty backslaps, and laughter.

The atmosphere was warm and welcoming. It felt as if the entire village was one big family.

Before long, several adults appeared carrying massive jars filled with some kind of special fermented drink. Wooden mugs began to pass from hand to hand amid cheers and merriment.

The Urg children were full of boundless energy. Their games were rough—running into their parents' arms so they could be thrown across the crowd like living balls. The parents caught them midair with acrobatic leaps, bouncing them off nets strung between the platforms. One father even slid down a vine to snatch his daughter before she touched the ground, only to launch her back into the air with a laugh.

From the cooking area, the Urg mothers began shouting in angry tones. Tanuki didn't understand the words, but it was clear they were scolding the men for playing with the children that way.

It was a community. A home. A family where every member was important and loved.

At last, the food arrived—a feast of roasted meats, served with a variety of plants, mushrooms, and tubers. Only when everyone had taken their seats at the long tables arranged in a circle around the bonfire did they give thanks and begin to eat.

Hungry, Tanuki and Hikari grabbed the food with their hands and bit in without hesitation. To their surprise, it was delicious. How had they managed to create such an incredible flavor?

They exchanged a glance and smiled. The original goal of their journey had been to find new flavors, and now, they had. Overjoyed, they kept eating, savoring every bite.

During the meal, the great Urg chief stood and let out a powerful roar. At once, silence fell over the gathering.

Not knowing what was happening, the two Telum stopped eating and sat still, following the example of everyone else.

Troknek spoke a few words in his language, prompting the Urgs to chuckle. He went on for a moment longer before everyone raised their mugs in celebration.

When his speech ended, the chief pointed toward Grak and the young Telum. The entire village burst into applause, banging their mugs against the tables and stomping the wooden floors with wild enthusiasm.

They didn't know exactly what was being said, but it seemed like some kind of recognition for having completed the shaman's path.

As the noise died down, Bukor and Chief Troknek walked over to Tanuki and Hikari, seating themselves near the bonfire's glow, as if the warmth made conversation easier.

"Troknek wants to speak with Telum… I translate his words," Bukor said, his voice calm but with the relaxed tone of someone slightly tipsy.

The chief spoke slowly, his deep voice steady. Tanuki and Hikari answered his questions while Bukor translated back and forth, his friendly clumsiness giving the exchange an oddly pleasant rhythm.

"What Telum did is great. You are strong… and smart."

"Thank you… though we didn't know what we were doing. We just followed Grak's trail," Tanuki replied honestly.

"The path is hard… and not knowing what you're doing but still moving forward… that is harder. Urg respects Telum courage."

"We're honored… and honestly, if you don't mind…" Tanuki began, his tone hesitant.

"We'd like to stay for a while! Learn your language and your cooking!" Hikari cut in brightly, stealing the words right out of his mouth.

Troknek and Bukor exchanged a glance, then smiled and nodded.

"Chief says… you can stay as long as you want. But live like Urg. Help like Urg."

The answer filled them with joy. Their culinary journey had reached its finest moment—meeting a new and remarkable race that lived on the surface. Something they had never imagined… but were deeply glad to have found.

That night, they slept in a hammock woven from black vines, inside a small hut where jars and baskets were also stored.

"I feel like I'm going to fall any second…" Hikari whispered, clinging to Tanuki.

"You're not going to fall. But if you drool on me while you sleep… I'll push you out myself."

"Don't be mean! I can't control that when I'm asleep!" she protested, puffing her cheeks and rubbing her head against Tanuki's chest.

"Hahaha… Just go to sleep. At least here… we can rest with both eyes closed."

Episode 2: Without Words

The warm light of dawn filtered through the leaves, painting the small hut in a soft golden hue. In the distance, the murmurs of the Urg began to fill the air as the village stirred to life.

Hikari was the first to open her eyes. She blinked a few times, disoriented at first, then smiled as she remembered where she was. Beside her, Tanuki was still fast asleep, breathing evenly.

It was the first time she'd woken up before him, and she could see him like this—finally at ease, truly relaxed.

"Wake up, sleepyhead…" she whispered.

She gave his cheek a couple of light taps with her index finger, just enough to annoy him.

Tanuki frowned, grunted through his nose, and finally opened his eyes.

"…Already?"

"Yes. Time to get up!" she replied cheerfully.

"Hmm… don't want to…" Tanuki mumbled, rolling over onto his back and pulling the blanket over his head.

"That wasn't a question. Up!"

"Make me."

"Alright… if you don't get up, I'll tickle you until you pee yourself!"

"Try it. I'm not ticklish."

"I don't believe you. Everyone's ticklish…"

Hikari launched herself at him and began her assault—neck, ribs, stomach, even his feet. Nothing worked.

"Told you… dummy."

"You're surprisingly boring… But let's see if you can resist this."

Without warning, she leaned in and licked his ear.

Tanuki jerked so hard he fell to the floor, shouting in disgust and frantically wiping at his ear.

"Ugh! What's wrong with you?!"

"Ha! There's no creature on Earth that can stand a slobbered ear." She stood with her hands on her hips, chin raised in victory, proud of her work.

"Interesting claim… You have no idea the lethal weapon you've just handed me."

The sadistic glint in Tanuki's eyes made her shiver. She'd better make sure she was always the first one to wake up.

When they stepped out of the little hut, the village was already buzzing with activity. The chief's wife approached them. No words were needed—her gestures were clear. She pointed to Hikari, then to a destination, then did the same with Tanuki.

With only a brief wave to say goodbye, they followed her instructions.

Hikari joined a group of Urg women. Their horns were smaller, their bodies slimmer and more graceful. They were preparing to go out gathering, carrying hide satchels, knives made from an unfamiliar material, and long spears tipped with sharpened points.

They kindly handed Hikari a set of gear like theirs, naming each tool in their language so she could learn to recognize them. Once everyone was ready, they began descending the trees.

It was a challenge for Hikari—her small size made the distance between the rope ladder's steps seem huge. Still, determined not to be a burden to Tanuki, she tried anyway. Getting down wasn't too bad—she simply let herself drop to the next rung and caught it until she reached the ground. Looking back up, she wondered how she would climb back later, but that was a problem for her future self. For now, she had to catch up to the group.

The Urg women moved easily through the undergrowth, crouching low to examine each branch, each root, each piece of fruit. Hikari followed close behind, watching carefully, memorizing their gestures, sounds, and scents.

One of them, with braided hair and large eyes, crouched in front of a bush of crimson fruits. She pointed at it firmly, then shook her head. Picking up a small stone from the ground, she tossed it at the bush. The fruits burst with a wet pop, releasing a cloud of violet spores that slowly drifted away in the air.

"Is that… poison?" Hikari whispered to herself.

The Urg nodded, not understanding the words but reading her expression. Then she showed Hikari a very similar fruit—its colors were duller, and it had a small crack at the base. This one was sure.

Hikari took the fruit in her hands, sniffed it, turned it over again and again. It was like playing a deadly game of "spot the difference."

They moved on. She learned how to split open the bark of a knotted trunk to find plump white grubs the Urg ate without hesitation. How to identify a sweet-tasting root whose flower was extremely toxic. That leaves which curled at a touch usually hid tiny needles between their folds. And that if you heard a steady buzzing close to the ground, it was best to back away.

The sun was already high when a piercing shriek shattered the harmony—a sharp, grating cry.

One of the Urg quickly stepped back and raised her spear. From within a bush, a small monster burst forth—six-legged, covered in spines. Barely the size of an arm, but ferocious beyond reason.

It leapt at Hikari. Fear froze her for an instant, but an Urg shoved her aside and, with a precise strike, drove her spearpoint into the creature's neck, pinning it instantly.

Hikari's breathing was ragged."Th… thank you…" she stammered, still trembling.

The Urg gave her a calm smile, grabbed the creature by the back, and with a knife removed its spines, tossing them away. Then, as naturally as breathing, she stowed the monster among the provisions.

Hikari kept going, more alert now. Little by little, she began to try identifying plants on her own. One Urg corrected her when she picked the wrong bulb, another patted her shoulder when she found some leaves useful as medicine—the very same kind Tanuki had once shown her.

This was no casual walk. It was training. A heritage. A silent language of survival, passed from hand to hand, generation to generation. And now… to her.

Eventually they came upon a large hive. Something dark and sticky oozed from it, and several six-winged insectoid monsters swarmed around.

The eldest Urg gave a sharp command for everyone to stop and watch carefully.

She stepped back a few paces, gently plucked one of the poisonous crimson fruits, holding it by the stem without touching the skin, and lifted it for all to see.

Then she hurled it with perfect aim at the hive. On impact, it burst, releasing a toxic cloud of spores that killed several insects instantly and drove the rest away.

Without wasting a moment, the Urg bounded up the trunk with agile leaps and, with a sharp blow of her spear, knocked the hive down. As it hit the ground, larvae and dazed creatures began spilling out.

Three women rushed forward without hesitation. Each seized a large portion of the hive, laughing, and together they began their retreat.

From the rear, Hikari watched in awe. This wasn't just gathering—it was a perfectly rehearsed dance of ingenuity, daring, and nature.

The return trip felt lighter. Their packs were heavier, but their steps carried more bounce. The Urg laughed, shared pieces of fruit, and now and then teased each other with playful grunts and mocking gestures. Hikari didn't understand the words, but she understood the mood—they had succeeded.

As the giant trees came into view, the hanging rope ladder appeared before them. From below, it looked even longer than before. The Urg began climbing with ease, used to such heights. Hikari, however, stood before the first rung, staring upward.

It was more than fifteen meters to the top.

She remembered how she'd gotten down by simply dropping from rung to rung. Climbing was a different story. But she couldn't fall behind—not after everything she'd learned today.

Taking a deep breath, she tightened her pack's strap and placed her foot on the first rung.

The effort hit her instantly. Each rung was just within reach, the rope swayed, the weight of her pack pulled her back. Her hands stung from gripping the coarse fibers. She climbed a couple of meters before slipping, catching herself with gritted teeth.

From above, one Urg arched a brow in amusement. Another began clapping rhythmically, encouraging her. Soon the rest joined in, striking a steady, tribal beat with their hands and feet, cheering on the small, fragile Telum giving her all to reach them.

Hikari smiled through her panting."I can do this… I can't keep being a burden to Tanuki… I have… to climb!"

She resumed her ascent. Slower, but determined. Each step was a small victory. She paused now and then to take deep breaths, then pushed forward. There was no shame in getting tired—only in giving up.

When she finally reached the platform and set both feet on solid wood, the Urg greeted her with a short celebratory chant, banging their spears against the ground. One of them took her by the shoulders, brushed a bit of dust from her clothes, and gave her a firm pat on the back in congratulations.

The work wasn't over yet. Now it was time to prepare the food while the hunters returned with the main protein.

Tanuki had been tracking the prey for hours. For him, integrating into the group had been smooth and quick. When hunting, they didn't speak—they communicated with hand gestures and nods, something so natural and generic it required no prior explanation. Only real experience in the field.

Once they found the trail and showed it to Tanuki, he was able to follow it easily. Though the Urg were massive muscle-bound giants, they moved with surprising agility, leaping from branch to branch. Tanuki was faster and more nimble in this aspect, but he didn't try to show off by getting ahead.

However, he was the first to actually track the creature. Using the typical whistles and gestures, he led the rest of the group toward the prey.

The team leader congratulated him with a light squeeze on the shoulder and a smile. Speaking a few words in his language, he gave a brief explanation to the others and instructed one Urg to keep watch over the monster.

Then he took the rest of the team and Tanuki in search of something specific. All the Urg began pressing their ears against the trunks of smaller, thinner trees. Their color was a duller gray than the others, and their leaves tended toward a bluish hue.

One Urg whistled and pointed to the tree he was listening to. With a small knife at his waist, he plunged it deeply into the trunk.

From inside, they began extracting black larvae with tiny lilac bumps along their backs. Tanuki watched in amazement—he didn't know these insects, nor what they intended to use them for.

The leader approached Tanuki and showed him the correct way to hold the worm. By gently squeezing its head inward, it curled into a ball, and the bumps turned into sharp, long needles. You had to hold it by the sides, avoiding contact with the larva's back.

Once everyone was ready, the leader told Tanuki to just observe from the trees.

The team surrounded the massive monster. It looked like a giant two-legged elephant, its tail acting like a third leg to help it turn quickly. Its huge head ended in a long tentacle tipped with a human hand. Its mouth could open all the way to the base of its neck, revealing broad flat teeth.

From the high branches, they began throwing the larvae at the monster, which quickly became agitated and confused. It staggered and lashed out erratically at anyone who hadn't yet shown themselves. After a few seconds of the creature stumbling, the Urg jumped on it with their massive spears. Several well-placed thrusts were enough to bring the beast down.

A solid, well-thought-out strategy, perfectly executed. Using the environment to secure food while minimizing risk impressed Tanuki deeply.

While three Urg started butchering the monster, the leader gave a warning sign: everyone was to stay alert and watch their surroundings. Monster blood always attracted other predators.

Tanuki and the rest stood guard. Any scavenger that approached had to be taken down immediately. The scent of blood would signal danger to others lurking nearby.

A small group of feathered monkeys began to approach, slowly circling the Urg.

From the branches, the hunters remained motionless, tense, spears at the ready, eyes fixed on the creatures.

Tanuki mirrored their stance: body low, tail twitching like a predator ready to strike.

The monsters growled, stepping closer with hesitation. One Urg—the one marking the imaginary line between prey and danger—let out a low growl and shook his head, staring intently at the intruders.

It was a warning any wild creature would understand.

One monkey growled and took a cautious step forward.

The response was immediate. The Urg threw his spear with brutal force. The point pierced the monster and pinned it against a tree trunk.

Last warning.

The rest of the pack got the message.

It wasn't worth it. They could only wait—and feed on the leftovers.

They weren't willing to face beings so cunning, violent, and large.

Tanuki felt at ease with their approach. It was simple, effective, and intuitive. He could say he understood hunting with the Urg better than with other Telum, who always questioned everything, trying to show off.

Once they had taken everything they needed from the monster, they began to withdraw, still keeping their guard up.

The leader was the first to let out a powerful, deep roar that sounded like a war horn. The rest of the Urg echoed it in unison.It was a warning to the jungle: we're leaving. Stay away.

The mere presence of a male Urg was intimidating: strong, enormous, with skin as thick as tanned leather, lightning-fast reflexes, and brutal power.It was as if the fog itself had blessed them the day they were born.

The return journey was on foot, across the land. In the center, five carried the prey, surrounded by six hunters—including Tanuki—who stayed alert for any threats.

The leader's order was clear: with just a few gestures, he indicated that if anything approached, it should be taken down immediately. No warnings.

The squad leader recognized Tanuki's tracking skill. He told him to keep watch closely and gave him a knowing smile.They already considered him one of their own.

The group arrived without major incidents. Only a few curious monsters approached, but those who got too close ended up as part of the day's catch.

When they climbed up to the main platform, they were greeted with cheers and festive claps.Another day, another feast. Another day alive.

But that joy was suddenly extinguished.

The young water gatherers returned, carrying heavy leather bags filled with fresh water.

But of the eleven who had left at dawn, only ten came back.

They exchanged a few words in their language, explaining what had happened. The group leader kept his head down. He had failed.

The elders approached. They laid a hand on the leader's shoulder and sent him to the family of the fallen companion.

The young man bowed his head in apology as he presented himself.There were no tears.No accusations.

Just some embraces.Back pats as gestures of comfort.

These things happened.They were part of life.

Bukor approached Tanuki, who watched the scene silently.

"One of the boys didn't make it…" he said softly.

"I know… Even without understanding their language, I know what they feel."

"The world is hard… if you're not strong and clever Urg… the world will eat you…""Is it the same for Telum?"

"Yes… it's the same for Telum.If you're not prepared, if you don't pay attention… anything can kill you."

Bukor nodded, arms crossed.

"Yes, yes… But no sadness. Sadness doesn't bring back fallen Urg.A fallen Urg remembers the world is hard.And food… has more value in a hard world."

The sun was at its highest point, its rays piercing through the thick fog that always covered the sky.

Tanuki sat on a side walkway, his back resting against a wooden post. From there, he could see the village's bustle, the food preparations, and young Urg practicing their aim amid laughter.

He didn't need to do anything else. For the first time in a long while, he was simply… resting.

"I found you!" Hikari said, peeking up the ladder with a smile and a small clay pot in her hands.

Tanuki raised an eyebrow and helped her finish climbing, carrying her load.

"That smells good. What did you bring?"

"Something small I made! Burnt leaf tea with bits of sweet root. I didn't know if you'd like it, but an old Urg lady taught me how. And I made this too!"

She pulled out a small bundle wrapped in vegetable fiber cloth, inside which were two misshapen cookies, toasted at the edges.

"What's that? They look like little protein rations."

"Snacks! I'm not sure they're as good as the Urg grandma's, but I think they turned out okay."

Tanuki took one, examined it, smelled it… then took a bite. He chewed silently, serious as ever.

"Wow... It's sweet and soft. What is it made of?"

"Right?!" Hikari smiled, happy and proud.

"It's a kind of paste made by crushing different fruits and mushrooms. Then they cook it on a flat stone and... ta-da!"

They both sat on the edge of the walkway, their feet dangling, sharing the warm tea while watching the sky filtering through the branches.

"How was the hunt?" she asked quietly.

"Better than I expected. They're incredibly skilled and synchronized. They hardly talk and only use signs, so it was easy to understand them."

"And how about you? How was it for you?"

"It was really fun! And I learned a lot. They know everything about the plants and monsters in the area. Although they also use simple signs, they taught me the names of the things we gathered."

"They are definitely a very intelligent race..."

"Why do you say it so sadly?" Hikari asked, a little worried.

"It just made me think... The Urgs are basically the replacement for humanity in this fog-covered world..."

"Hmmm... It seems so...So what are we then?"

"That's an excellent question. But since we don't have answers, and Echo just annoys me when I think too much...Better give me another cookie!"

Hikari smiled sweetly. She tried to feed him the cookie, teasing him like a baby...But her plan ended with Tanuki swallowing her whole hand and covering it with drool.

"Gross!"

"Hahaha! That's what you get for not knowing who you're dealing with."

After sharing their tea and cookies, they continued talking a little longer, joking and enjoying comfortable silences.

But the village didn't stop. One of the old Urg women gestured to Hikari. She seemed to enjoy teaching her.

"Well, I'm off. See you later! Behave yourself!"

"Hahaha, if you make something delicious, save me some!" Tanuki shouted as she walked away with the elder.

Left alone, Tanuki watched the young Urgs train among themselves. Their movements were more focused, more serious than in the morning. None wanted to repeat mistakes that could cost another life.

That's when he had an idea.

He looked for Bukor. He needed his help as a translator, and also as a link to the leader.

"I want to talk to your chief," he said. "I think I can help the young ones train. I don't doubt their skill—I saw it firsthand... But facing something unknown, like me, could prepare them for the unexpected."

Bukor nodded with interest and took him to Troknek, who was talking with the village lookouts.

Tanuki presented his proposal. Bukor translated it. The chief stroked his beard with a thoughtful expression. They had already told him about the Telum's skill, but something inside him—instinct, tradition, or simple curiosity—demanded that he see it for himself.

Troknek smiled.

"The chief says... you fight him. If the Telum is strong, the Telum will teach.If the Telum is weak... he will just watch and learn."

Tanuki squinted, and in a second his expression changed—from docile to challenging.

"Heh... great. What are the rules of our 'training'?"

"Urg strength is a weapon. Telum Tanuki has claws... and tail... those are weapons too.No weapons. Just body and honor.Fight, not death. But fight seriously."

Bukor's limited Japanese was enough to make everything clear.It wasn't a game. It wasn't a lesson.It was a fight. And they both knew it, and both wanted it.

Troknek guided Tanuki to the ground. Their fight could damage the platforms that supported the village.

All the Urgs, along with Hikari, ran to the edges to watch the battle.

The great chief removed his cape adorned with skulls and began stretching his arms calmly. Tanuki did the same with his jacket, throwing it aside.

Troknek took a low stance: legs apart, arms hanging heavily. A veteran hunter.Tanuki, on the other hand, crouched like a quadruped animal, his left arm — armed with claws — on guard, while his tail danced over his head like a living scythe.

He studied the terrain. He was more agile, faster. His limbs were sharp. He could use the trees to his advantage. But he couldn't predict how a creature as big as Troknek would attack.

The chief didn't give him time to keep thinking.

He charged forward with a devastating punch. Tanuki barely dodged and, with a lateral leap, passed under his legs. Turning, he tried to sink his claws into Troknek's back, but Troknek reacted instantly. His backhand threw Tanuki through the air.

But Tanuki didn't fall: he supported himself like a feline on the nearest trunk and used the momentum to return with a claw stab. Troknek dodged at the last second, and his enormous hand caught Tanuki's head mid-air.

Before smashing him into the ground, Tanuki curled around his arm and launched quick cuts with his claws and tail. Superficial wounds. Enough to send a message, but not to mutilate.

Troknek felt it.

He could have cut off Tanuki's arm… but he didn't.

They separated, breathing heavily, eyes blazing.

There was no need to continue. The point was clear.

Tanuki was too fast, his claws too sharp, and his regeneration ability made him a threat even unarmed. Troknek understood that, armed, he might still lose.

But it didn't matter.

The chief approached and, without a word, extended his hand. He recognized him.

The young Telum was a lethal monster. But also a worthy master for the young ones.

Tanuki also understood that Troknek wasn't a leader just because of his strength or combat experience, but because of something harder to find: wisdom and understanding of the world and its inhabitants.

Hikari watched silently as Tanuki walked away with Troknek. She didn't fully understand what had happened, but something in their gestures, in the way they looked at each other after the fight, made it clear that everything was alright — after all, men are always strange and violent.

"Hikari!" called a familiar voice, one of the Urg women who had taught her to prepare tea.

She smiled and ran to the preparation area, where several women were already lighting fires and cleaning the ingredients gathered during the day.

The elder who usually guided her handed her a dark, hairy root. She said something in her language and then slowly repeated the word:

"Laku."

"Laku?" Hikari repeated, trying to imitate her pronunciation.

The woman nodded, pleased, then pointed to a handful of orange fruits with green speckles.

"Korel."

"Kopel?"

"Korel!" confirmed another cook, patting her on the shoulder.

And so, one by one, Hikari repeated the names of the items while helping cut, crush, mix, and taste. They didn't need to share the same language to understand each other. Hands, gestures, and laughter were enough.

The aromas began to fill the air. The embers crackled beneath hot stones. Someone hummed a melody. The Urg children scampered among the trunks.

And so, as the sky darkened among giant branches, the whole village gathered around the fires, sharing dinner, stories, glances, and that warmth that is only found when one stops surviving... and begins to belong.

Episode 3: Our Place

Days turned into weeks. Without even realizing it, Tanuki and Hikari had become part of the community.

They had learned to speak their language — simple and direct, without many fillers.

That afternoon, Hikari was with a group of young Urg girls, helping bathe and comb the babies while sharing laughter and conversation.

"Who do you think will be the next leader, Hikari?" one of the girls asked.

"I don't know… Troknek still seems to be in his prime to think about a replacement.""The younger ones don't look as big or intimidating as him yet…"

"That's because they haven't reached adulthood yet! The males grow a lot bigger."

"Is Tanuki still growing too? Or do Telums stay small?" another asked.

"I don't know… I've never actually met an adult Telum," Hikari lowered her voice. "They always die young…"

The girls fell silent for a moment before naturally switching topics.

"Are you going to marry Tanuki and have kids? You're way too young for an Urg!"

"What?! No, no… none of that! Neither with Tanuki nor with an Urg. I'm still too young to think about those things," Hikari replied, blushing all the way to her ears as she covered her face.

"Why not? I bet Telum babies are cute and soft like you."

"Actually… I don't think we can have children.We were created by humans. We weren't born like you…"

"Created? How?"

"I'm not really sure. I think they used human blood mixed with monster blood… or something like that."

"That's so weird! But it explains why Tanuki has a monster's tail and claws…"

Hikari watched the Urg baby as she bathed him. The little one smiled and waved his tiny hands happily.

For a moment, she wondered if she would ever have a baby of her own.

She couldn't help but imagine herself with Tanuki, holding a baby with white hair and blue eyes.

Realizing what she was thinking, she shook her head hard to push the image away, hiding an awkward smile behind her rosy cheeks.

While the girls' laughter filled the warm village air, a few meters away, Tanuki led the young Urg in their routine of gathering water.

They walked calmly, alert to their surroundings. The sound of the river could be masking the crunch of enemy footsteps.

"You all gather water carefully. Gukan and Kavok, keep watch. I… will rest on that rock."

"Why don't you keep watch too, Mr. Tanuki?"

"Because that's your job.I'm here to make sure you do it right.If I have to step in, it means you failed. And if you fail… you'll never become hunters.""And what does that mean?""That you'll never get married because you're failures."

The boys exchanged silent looks. Tanuki didn't need to raise his voice to make himself understood. His method was harsh but fair: instead of learning on their own and losing lives, someone watched over and taught them.

"Will you marry Hikari, Mr. Tanuki?"

"What? No… why would I do that?"

"Because… you have to have kids… and make the village grow…"

"Sure. But I'm not an Urg."

"But don't you want Telum children?"

"I can't.Telums are sterile. We were created by strange machines, mixing human and monster blood."

Silence fell for a moment.

"Then… what is your purpose in this world?"

Tanuki let out a light sigh, this time without sarcasm.

"For now, to make sure nothing kills them and that they bring water back to the village.And if you don't stop talking, that won't happen. So less chatter, more gathering!"

The young Urgs were already returning with the heavy, but well-secured, water bags. Tanuki walked at the front, alert to any movement, when he suddenly felt something watching them from the underbrush.

"Stop," he ordered quietly, raising a hand.

Among the bushes, just a few meters away, three creatures were hiding. They were quadrupedal, slender but wiry-looking. Their snouts were long, eyes completely black, and their tongues hung out, vibrating as if sniffing the air. Their hind legs were larger, as if made for jumping.

The young Urgs got scared. Two of them stepped forward with their spears, lowering their center of gravity and planting the spear tips into the ground—the same hunter's language as the adults: "Don't come closer, or you die." Still, fear ran through their veins.

The creatures didn't flinch. They advanced a bit more, sniffing the trembling prey with interest.

"It's not working..." one of the boys murmured, starting to back away.

Tanuki stepped forward slowly. His expression darkened, turning wild. He crouched like a predator ready to pounce. His pupils sharpened, and his tail rose behind him like a living blade. His steps were slow and heavy, but each one more threatening than the last. No words or postures were needed—his whole body radiated pure hostility.

One of the creatures hesitated but took another step. A fatal mistake.

Tanuki struck like lightning. The sound was thunderous and brutal. His claw pierced the creature's chest, smashing it to the ground with such force that the other two beasts immediately fled, screeching through the bushes.

Tanuki calmly shook the blood off his hand and turned to the young Urgs who stared at him wide-eyed.

"This isn't about strange poses or scary looks," he said softly. "It's about the thirst for blood."

He walked slowly among them, letting them absorb what they had just witnessed.

"You have to make them understand... They are the prey... and you are the hunter.""But for that...""You have to be sure that you are the hunter."

The youths swallowed hard. Tanuki spoke with a killer's gaze—the same way he had approached the creatures.

"If you hesitate for a moment, or show fear, the enemy will notice and attack.""I attacked because he hesitated... He hesitated because he was scared, and fear stopped him from following his instinct to flee from his predator."

The march back was silent, broken only by the wet leather of the bags clinking together and the crunch of leaves beneath their feet. Tanuki walked at the front, carrying the fallen predator's corpse over one shoulder.

When they arrived at the village, the Urgs on the platforms peeked out at the prey. Troknek was already waiting below, arms crossed, accompanied by several adults.

Tanuki dropped the monster's body in front of the chief with a dull thud.

"They were lurking near the river. There were three. One less now."

Troknek said nothing for a moment. He looked at the corpse, then at his son, who followed behind with his head down.

"Grunak..." he muttered, frowning.

The boy barely looked up before the great Urg raised his hand and gave him a firm knock on the head with his knuckles. It wasn't violent punishment but firm enough to make him stagger.

"Clumsy! A man does not fear! A man acts!" the chief growled, his eyes on the corpse. "Next time, you'll be the one to bring down the insolent beast."

The boy clenched his teeth and nodded silently. No tears. No apologies. Just swallowed the shame as part of the lesson.

None of the other youths were reprimanded. The adults watched quietly and nodded in respect. It was a public lesson—and a rough kind of affection.

Grunak, as the chief's son and leader of the gatherers, carried the responsibility of the whole group. Because that's how a leader must be.

The Urgs carried the creature's corpse to the kitchen. Surely the women would know how to make use of it.

While the youths unloaded the water bags into the wooden storage, Tanuki dusted off his clothes and climbed slowly up the platforms to one of the high walkways where he usually sat to watch.

There, he saw Hikari in front of a steaming pot, carefully stirring a thick, oddly colored paste. She hummed softly, inventing words in rhythm with the tapping of the wooden spoon.

"I've been waiting for you!" she said without looking up, knowing it was him just by the sound of his footsteps.

"I noticed... What do you have there?" Tanuki asked, sitting down beside her.

Hikari let out a small laugh without stopping her stirring. The smell coming from the pot was... peculiar.

Tanuki raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.

"Are you going to tell me, or just keep doing your little creepy ritual?"

"It's dessert!" she said, offended. "A paste made from kutaj with cooked viskj root. It doesn't look great, but the old ladies say it tastes like heaven."

"How many times have you tasted heaven?"

"Shhh... Just eat." She handed him a little makeshift spoon carved from bone.

Tanuki took it hesitantly. He tasted a bit, chewing slowly.

"So? How is it?" Hikari asked, holding back a smile.

"Wow! It's delicious!"

"Ha! I knew it! I was born to become the best chef in the world!"

"A while ago, I might have argued with you... But now I prefer to keep encouraging your dream and give you all my moral support..." He paused dramatically, "...so you'll give me more delicious food."

"Why do you always have to make every answer so long and complicated?"

"Because the complexity of an individual doesn't lie only in the broad and correct use of vocabulary, but also in the trivial actions or responses they give to confuse, intimidate, or even captivate the listener in question..."

"..."

"Better shut up and eat!"

They shared the moment with laughter and jokes, watching the smoke rise toward the tree canopy, breathing easy. Just two people sitting, eating something warm. One of their favorite parts of the day was sharing these small moments together.

"Have you gotten used to it yet?" Hikari asked quietly after a while of silence.

Tanuki looked at her with some curiosity.

"I'd say yes... Why do you ask?"

"I... feel happy here..."

"Then stay... Nobody told you to leave, right?"

"No..." Hikari looked down, fiddling with the spoon. "But you... will you stay too?"

Tanuki smiled softly, his gaze drifting to the reddish sky filtering through the branches.

"Hahaha... Where would I even go? It's not like I have a home to go back to... Remember?"

Night had fallen slowly, soft as a handwoven cloth.

The high platforms creaked under the steps of the last bare feet. Campfires crackled under emptied pots, and laughter faded into whispers. Urg children curled up among hides, clinging to their mothers. Adults finished checking spears, hung drying bags, and cleaned tools.

One woman snuffed out a torch. Another followed. Gradually, the village grew quiet.

On one of the walkways, still sitting side by side, Tanuki and Hikari watched the sky through the branches after their delicious dinner.

Hikari rested her head on his shoulder. Tanuki said nothing. He just stayed still, watching, feeling the warmth of that moment.

Seeing her comfortable and happy was all he needed. Protecting her smile would be his sole purpose until corrosion finally consumed him.

He picked Hikari up in his arms and carried her to the hammock where they rested. He couldn't stay because it was his turn for the night watch.

He slipped away silently as torches were snuffed out one by one and the jungle returned to whispering.

Tanuki grabbed his spear and headed out with the night patrol of Urgs. It was one of the most boring tasks they could have, but also one very important to guarantee everyone's safety.

The night breeze barely stirred the tall canopy. It was a calm night. Too calm.

Tanuki yawned for the fourth time, leaning listlessly against the bark of the tallest tree in his watch zone. The silence was broken only by the faint crackle of insects and the occasional sway of a platform rope.

Then he heard the whistle.

Sharp. Brief. A signal.

He straightened instantly, like an animal alerted by an invisible predator. He responded with another signal and moved swiftly through the trees toward the source. There, three Urg waited on the branches, tense, their eyes fixed in the distance.

"What do you see?" he whispered.

One of them raised a hand, pointing between the distant trees. Tanuki squinted. What to the others was just a flicker of light... to him was an immediate certainty.

Points of light advanced through the fog, in a line. They were not reflections. They were not fires. They were lanterns.

"They're humans..." he murmured, his voice trembling.

"Humans?" one of the Urg repeated, confused.

"If they are who I think... they're dangerous. Too dangerous."

Grave looks were exchanged. One of the hunters raised a hand with a new sign. Immediately, more watchers began arriving, descending like silent shadows from above.

Tanuki stepped forward.

"Listen carefully. If they come from Yomi, they're not coming to talk.They come to capture. To dissect. To exterminate.We can't let them find the village.We have to warn the chief. Now."

One of the Urg nodded and ran toward the heart of the village. Tanuki turned to the others.

"I'll go ahead. Confirm how many there are... and which faction they belong to.Turn off all the lights. Total silence.They can't see us. They must not see us."

Without waiting for a reply, he spun on his heels and launched himself through the branches, fast and lethal. His tail balanced him, his eyes pure focus. His pulse beat like a tribal drum.

And in his chest, a sharp fear.Not for himself. For Hikari. For the Urg.

(It's them...) — (Run!) — (Hikari!)

"I hope you're wrong, Echo..."

In the distance, beneath artificial light, he glimpsed the formation.

A squad of at least thirty soldiers.Armored suits.Rifles fused with pulsing flesh.Sensors and twisted drones, made from mutilated Telum bodies.

And with them... three figures.

Telum.

One wore partial black armor, fused to his body.Another had a monstrous claw instead of an arm.The third... chained. Wearing a mask hiding his face, showing only his mouth.

Tanuki held his breath.His heart hammered.The enemy was here.

He slipped silently, disappearing into the undergrowth.

He had to arrive first.And prepare them.To fight...in total darkness.

Tanuki descended the trunk like a shadow fallen from the sky. He wasn't panting, but his eyes trembled with urgency.

In the central clearing of the village, the warriors had already gathered. The children were being led toward the inner houses. The women were putting out the last campfires, one by one, covering them with damp earth. The smoke dissipated as if the forest itself was holding its breath.

Troknek stood in the center, motionless. His silhouette was a statue carved from living rock. Beside him, Bukor, the old shaman, crouched next to Grak.

Tanuki stopped before them, firm.

"Humans. Armed. Thirty or more. Carrying lanterns. Bringing Telum... like leashed dogs. Modified. Corrupted."

A dry growl passed through the group. Troknek lowered his head for a moment, as if listening to the ground. Then he raised his gaze.

"How much longer?"

"Half an hour... maybe less. They move like scouts, but I don't think the jungle will slow them down much with all that gear."

Troknek clenched his fists in fury. Bukor stood up and approached Tanuki.

"What are these humans after?"

"Experiments... They made me what you see now..."

The village understood everything. That was why Tanuki looked so different from Hikari.Some lowered their gaze. Others looked at him as if seeing him for the first time.

The Urg chief turned to the warriors.

"Every Urg man prepare to fight. The women will protect the village from anyone who manages to climb this far.We will show no mercy... The night will be our ally."

He didn't shout. Didn't roar. But every order fell like a stone in a pond. Immediate. Final.

Tanuki stepped forward.

"They're probably here to take Hikari back...I have to protect her."

Troknek stared at him.

"You and us. We'll attack. If we win, she'll be safe."

Tanuki nodded. The chief's words were clear and right. Losing was not an option.

Hikari ran up to Tanuki, alarmed by the unusual nighttime activity.

"What's going on? Why is everyone running around?"

"Yomi found us... I have to stop them."

"But... I can help! I'm strong, you know that!"

"I know... But they're after you. Stay here to defend the village. Don't show yourself unless someone comes up."

Hikari nodded, tears welling in her eyes. She turned silently and went with the other women.

The village, like a heart in tension, stopped beating for a moment, waiting for the shadow of war under its oldest cloak: the darkness.

Tanuki and the other warriors took their positions in the trees surrounding the village. Striking before being seen was their only option.

Episode 4: Spears and Fire

Tanuki and the Urg were in position, hidden among the branches. Silent. Alert.

They watched as the first Yomi soldiers advanced with slow, cautious steps, their lanterns slicing through the darkness like blades of light, unaware they were being watched.

Then a small Telum appeared: limbless, its body fused with machinery that gave it spider-like metal legs. It crawled along the roots and settled just beneath one of the Urg.

The Urg slowly turned his head. Upon seeing the monstrous creature, his body tensed. He leapt to another branch on reflex. The drone Telum tracked him with its many eyes and emitted a piercing, deafening chirp—like a living alarm.

Tanuki and the others turned instantly. But it was already too late.

"They found us!" Tanuki shouted in Urg language.

Hell broke loose in an instant.

Corrosive bursts tore through the forest. They weren't bullets—they were acid blasts melting everything in their path. Some Urgs didn't move fast enough. They fell like burning leaves.

Tanuki and Troknek launched themselves from the trees, trying to close the distance. They knew close combat was their only chance.

Tanuki's claws struck the thick enemy armor without success. The Urgs' spears barely made a dent. It seemed all was lost before it even began.

But too much was at stake to give up.

Tanuki, knowing he had no other choice, transformed his left arm—thickening it, making it stronger, sharper. He felt corrosion awaken, crawling through his body like a dormant poison.

"Aim for the masks!" he shouted desperately.

The remaining Urgs dropped their weapons and attacked with fists and fury. They struck faces, knocked down soldiers. But they fell, one by one.

Then the Yomi Telums entered the fight.

A colossus with a monstrous claw charged like a battering ram. Tentacles sprouted from its limb, trapping an Urg trying to help his brother. Another Telum, covered in living armor, fired blazing blood projectiles from cannons on its back. Each hit charred whatever it touched.

The Urgs could take no more. Troknek roared in fury, blood-soaked, and charged straight at the enemy commander. But he released the chain of his personal beast.

The Telum opened its mouth. A beam of white light shot out, accompanied by a sharp whistle, slicing through the air.

Nothing happened... until the next second.

Everything the light touched exploded violently. Troknek was split in two. His death silenced the forest for a moment.

Panic swept the Urgs. They ran for the village, for their families, for any hope of escape.

Tanuki was left alone.

He transformed his legs and remaining arm into blades and claws, sharp as his will. He didn't know if he could go back. But it didn't matter.

He fought. His body resisted electricity, regenerated against acid, moved like a furious shadow. But it wasn't enough.

From the heights of the village, Hikari saw him. She couldn't stand it any longer.

She spread her wings of light and descended.

"Hikari! Run! Get out of here!" Tanuki shouted as he saw her coming down.

When she touched the ground, she joined her hands and then spread them apart. Dozens of luminous swords shot into the air like comets. The armored Telum tried to resist—but was pierced again and again. It fell silently.

"I won't leave you alone..."

Hikari tried to repeat the attack.

But an electric net wrapped around her. A drone Telum had been waiting. It trapped her in its legs and dragged her to the squad.

Tanuki screamed at the scene.

"No! Bring her back!"

He rose in fury. He tried to reach them. But the soldiers wanted him too. They fired without mercy, reducing him to a pulpy mess of flesh and blood barely struggling to regenerate.

"We've got the girl. I think we'll take the brat too."

"Ha! The poor idiot thought he could handle us."

"Grab some of these monsters. They look smart."

The soldiers began hurling incendiary grenades toward the village, laughing and celebrating their victory. The wooden platforms caught fire. The sky turned red with smoke.

Then it happened.

A shadow rose from the ground. Silent. Deadly.

In the blink of an eye, it sliced through several soldiers, cutting them in half like paper.

The chaos turned into screams. The fire still burned, but something else was scorching the air: fear.

One by one, the soldiers started to fall. No one knew where the attacks came from. They fired wildly in all directions, frantic, emptying magazines into the darkness.

"Gekido! Shoot!" barked the captain, the one with chains, trying to keep control.

Gekido nodded, but as soon as he opened his mouth... something happened.

From his own shadow, dark whips sprang forth, rising like snakes and dragging him upwards. His body was torn apart in multiple directions, disintegrated by the very darkness he walked on.

The captain froze. Sweat ran down his face as he heard his men's screams.

From the village, some figures moved through the debris. Unknown Telums.

They weren't attacking.

They were putting out fires.

Rescuing the wounded.

But no one could yet see the real attacker.

"Retreat! RETREAT!" shouted the captain, and the soldiers began to run.

No matter where.

One by one they fell, swallowed by the shadow, dragged away silently, without explanation. As if the forest itself was devouring them.

Only the captain, two soldiers... and the drone carrying Hikari managed to escape. They vanished into the fog, running until their silhouettes disappeared.

Tanuki lay on the ground. His body a pulsating mass of flesh, barely regenerating. He tried to get up. He wanted to chase them. To reach her.

But then he felt it.

Soft footsteps. Steady. Calm.

Someone approached.

"You look awful..." murmured a familiar voice, almost tender.

Tanuki slowly turned his head, struggling. His gaze barely focused, but he recognized him instantly.

There he was.

The same one who had searched for him in Metro Tokyo. The one who vanished without a trace. The one the Urgs spoke of with respect. The leader of the free Telums.

Usagi.

The smoke hadn't fully cleared.

Only a few hours had passed.

The village burned silently. Some upper platforms were charred. The air smelled of burnt wood, dried blood, and ash. Some Urgs moved like ghosts among the ruins, carrying bodies, searching for survivors... or simply crying quietly.

Troknek was dead. Many warriors too.

The people had resisted, but they were wounded. More than that: broken.

Bukor and Grak had to lead the reconstruction and calm their people with serenity to get through this harsh time.

High up in a tree, Tanuki sat on a thick branch, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

There, in the distance, in the direction of the Yomi base.

(You lost her) — (Failure) — (Useless)(Weak!) — (Hikari) — (Where?)(Yomi) — (Kill them) — (Echoooo)

"I know, Echo... I'm going to save her…"

"You know you can't do it alone, right?" said a calm voice behind him.

Tanuki didn't turn around.

"Are you offering to help me?"

A figure emerged from the shadows by the tree trunk. Usagi. His eyes gleamed with that silver, peculiar light—half tenderness, half threat.

He sat beside him, slow and deliberate, watching.

"Haha… No… I'm going to destroy Yomi anyway…"

"Why are they human?"

"No… because they're monsters."

"I'm not here to argue that."

"But you still don't get it…"

"Then explain."

"The Urg are a calm, intelligent civilization, born to live in this world.We Telum are a product of human ingenuity… but we were born to live in this world.The humans of Yomi? They destroy everything they touch, just trying to survive here."

"I don't fully understand your philosophy. But I don't care what happens to them.I just want to rescue Hikari."

"Fantastic… Then we can help each other."

Tanuki glanced sideways at him, wary.

"So be it… at least until she's safe…"

"Don't be defensive. I'm not your enemy."

"But you're not my friend either… or are you?"

"Haha… I like you. What's your name?"

"Tanuki… You're Usagi, right?"

"Exactly.It'll be a pleasure working with you, Tanuki… at least until the corrosion consumes you."

Usagi extended his hand with a warm, friendly smile. But Tanuki felt something unsettling behind it.

He hesitated a moment, then reached out his own.His arm had already regenerated into a claw.

There was no turning back.

"Likewise… Usagi."