After school, Ryn met with Loma again. He asked,
Ryn: "What's next?"
Loma: "Follow me."
Ryn followed Loma without another question. They walked in silence — footsteps on the cracked pavement, the city humming around them — until they reached Loma and Darok's house.
Darok opened the door, eyes scanning them.
Darok: "Welcome back, Lomma — and who's this?"
Ryn: "I'm Kaito Ryn."
Loma: "He's my friend and Xoza's disciple."
Darok: "Ohh, so he is his disciple."
Loma: "Yeahh."
Ryn's voice trembled with urgency.
Ryn: "I wanna save him. Please help mee…"
Darok's gaze sharpened, a cold edge cutting the room.
Darok: "He might be dead by now. Don't bother."
Ryn swallowed, each word a small defiance.
Ryn: "Then I wanna confirm it at the very least."
Surprise flickered across Darok's face — then he straightened.
Darok (after a beat): "Very well. I'm in."
Loma's chest tightened with resolve. He spoke like a man planting a flag.
Loma: "I'm forming a gang of my own named Crimson Eclipse."
Darok nodded.
Darok: "Suree. Then what's our ranking, Loma?"
Loma: "I would be the head, No. 1; Darok No. 2; and Ryn No. 3."
Darok: "We would have Sylven from Fangs and some other members too — at least twenty of them. Let me call."
Loma: "Sure. Then Sylven would be No. 4."
After a while, they all gathered in Darok's house and planned. The room smelled of cheap tea and sweat; a map of Hoshin was spread on the table, fingers tracing lines of strategy.
Loma: "We will barge into Fangs territory and strip them from Seikou Heights."
Darok: "Yeah — we can do this!!"
Sylven: "For sure!!"
Ryn: "Finally! Let's do it.."