The sun shone down.
On Karuka City.
Warmed Uhra's grin.
Brushed over him.
Let him glow.
In golden light.
He jumped over a block.
A gray stone block.
Bent down and slid his fingers beneath.
Slowly lifted it up.
The light crawled under the block.
Illuminated the spot.
Nothing.
Only earth.
Burned earth.
Uhra let it fall.
Stood up and let his gaze wander.
Nothing but rubble and debris.
All burned.
Torn apart by the explosion.
So it lay before him.
Like a skeleton.
Uhra twisted his lips.
They had just arrived.
To search for clues.
The great luck to find something.
In the first minutes.
Had been denied them.
A grin split his lips.
His eyes flickered about.
Watching every heap of debris.
"Then let's go,"
he muttered.
He let himself drop.
Onto his knees.
And crawled forward.
His gaze lowered.
Onto the ground.
The burned earth.
Blackened by the explosion.
Stared back.
Slowly.
Step by step.
He pulled himself ahead.
Searching everything.
His gaze flickered about.
Kept everything within.
There—a butterfly.
Perched on a black shard of rubble.
There—a flower.
Sprouting between the stones.
Behind it—boots.
Lacquered boots.
Uhra raised his gaze.
Slowly. Deliberately.
Black trousers appeared.
His gaze wandered higher.
A black top.
Above it a face.
One of the Killers.
He stood before Uhra.
And stared at him.
His mouth half open.
His eyes fixed straight ahead.
At Uhra, who stood there.
On all fours.
In the dirt.
"Uh, Sir Uhra,"
he stammered.
Uhra rolled his eyes.
"What,"
he asked.
Pure innocence in his voice.
"I'm searching, that's why we're here."
He rose to his feet.
Patted the Killer on the shoulder.
A grin spread across his lips.
"Or did you forget?"
His lids shot up.
"Or am I wrong, I'm often wrong—
we are searching, right?"
The Killer flinched.
As Uhra touched him.
And backed away.
His body tense.
Eyes twitching back and forth.
"You're not wrong,
we are searching for clues but—"
He faltered.
Uhra stared at him.
The grin widened.
"But?"
he asked.
The Killer looked aside.
His breathing quickened.
Sweat beading on his forehead.
"Well… not like that."
Uhra chuckled.
His eyes glimmered.
With malice.
"On the ground."
The Killer nodded hesitantly.
He trembled slightly.
Uhra laughed softly.
"To be someone great,
you must think great."
With that he turned.
Walked away laughing.
Toward the other Killers.
The Killer exhaled.
His body relaxed.
His gaze drifted into the void.
"That," he whispered,
"So this is Uhra Ratara… the Smiling Death."
He fell back.
Leaned against a rock.
His gaze went up to the sky.
"I haven't been able to talk to him yet,
but—"
A smile touched his lips.
"He's so cool."
Uhra stepped into the circle of killers.
That had formed.
The twelve talked over each other.
Their voices mixed.
Became a wall.
Of stone and steel.
Uhra.
With a wide grin.
Clapped his hands.
Broke through the wall.
Made everyone fall silent.
And stillness settle.
"Good," he said,
The grin shining.
"We are here to search for clues."
A killer spoke up.
"What kind of clues?"
Uhra shrugged.
His eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Anything, and if you find a worm, then you question it, but watch out," Uhra leaned forward conspiratorially,
"Worms are dangerous. We don't want this to turn into the scene of Killer Worm 3, do we?"
The killer cleared his throat.
"Of course not."
"Good,"
Uhra giggled.
"Any other questions?"
No one said anything.
The killers stayed silent.
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Uhra laughed.
Clapped his hands.
Stepped around.
Left the killers behind.
And ran off.
Slipped between the rubble and disappeared.
One of the killers.
Rio.
Watched him go.
His gaze dark.
While the others scattered, he muttered
"How can he show off like that? Aren was supposed to lead."
"Well, because he is who he is,"
answered someone.
Rio spun around in surprise.
There stood a killer.
Young.
In black clothing.
Rio twisted his face.
Fixed his gaze on the killer.
"What are you talking about and who, what is your name?"
The killer beamed.
"My name is Enkoi, and I am talking about how Mr. Ratara completely deserves it," his gaze grew dreamy.
Wandered off into dreams.
"He, the Smiling Death, the killer who brings joy with a smile."
Rio interrupted him.
His face twisted.
Furrowed with anger.
"And those who steal joy, he punishes," he spat out.
His eyes narrow slits.
"Where on earth did you get this silly nursery rhyme?"
Enkoi looked at him in surprise.
Distress on his face.
"Nursery rhyme? This saying has been passed down since Uhra had eleven killers. He is the youngest killer of all time, and—"
Rio cut him off.
Shadows lay across his face.
"Enough. Take care of your work,"
he growled and stomped away.
Uhra sneezed.
Wiped his nose.
His gaze wandered cheerfully around.
Over the destroyed ground.
Where the exploded base had once stood.
Whistling, he walked on.
Through the destruction.
And he didn't notice.
The black eyes.
That burned into him.