Earlier this morning, KiRA received a strange message through the system, a message related to a certain someone he had almost forgotten these past few days.
Right after receiving the message, he was instructed to go to a place with as few people as possible so, he called Izzy and the rest of his family to the basement of their base, the secluded place only Ziggy and he used for training.
The open place, the arena which seemed to be damaged already, was covered in a few deep weapon marks, sword cuts that seemed as smooth as laser cuts.
The markings were also present all over the place, something that surprised the ladies who didn't come down here often.
Still, they all did not pay much attention to these things. Their children weren't playing with guns and machetes anymore.
Since they had grown up, the mothers were fine even though the children were playing with dangerous swords.
