A few years back, a huge explosion of debry exploded from the morning training grounds. Baraka who was eight years old at the time, was sitted on the floor, his hair was rough and filled with dust and small stones due to the explosion. His eyes were also shadowed by his hair as he sat in the crater. Baroka walked up to his son, his axe and hand armour made from rocks dematerializing. Baroka sighed "Guess that's enough for now. Maybe it's my fault for expecting too much, you're only eight years old. Sorry for pushing too far, Baraka.". Later, Baroka and his son were standing on a hill, watching the beautiful day that was lit up with the bright sun. Baroka stretched "You know, back when I was younger, myself and two of my best friends would usually stand in a training field and just watch the peaceful morning, kind of how you, Kinto and Alex do the same thing.", Baraka kept quiet. His face was shadowed by his rough brown hair from training, Baraka had suffered a few bruises, the boy was upset on how harsh his father was on him during their training. Baroka noticed this, looking at his son, he couldn't help but to feel bad for over doing it today. Baraka at the time was an E-rank who was slowly approaching D-rank, so Baroka had started preparing the boy for that kind of power and training. The father sighed "You know something, Baraka? Life would throw a lot of bullshit at you. You'd struggle, you'd fight trying to survive. Seeing your friends hurt would do a number at you. Infact, I'm lucky to have lived this long.", he almost laughed "Although I'm still a young man.". Baraka didn't respond to his father's joke until an almost noticeable cry flew out his throat "Hmhh.", Baroka noticed this. He smiled softly at his son "It's okay, kid. You don't have to feel so sad, that's how life is. You've got to understand that you wouldn't always do as good as you'll always expect. That's what I've tried teaching you.", he patted Baraka on the head, rubbing the boys brown hair. Baraka still looked silent even when his father, the man who was raising him with love and was teaching him how to be strong, was patting his head. Baroka said to Baraka "You know, lots of things would happen to you, it's left for you to just push through.", the sun slowly beamed on his face "But just know that no matter what, I'll always be there to have your back and support you. Okay?". Baroka smiled at Baraka who's expression and standing position hadn't shifted at all. Currently, Baraka was standing in that same position, his hair shadowing his eyes as he looked down. Baraka's armor had been destroyed, his hands had taken serious damage, and his head that was bleeding was being healed by an arm made from rock resting on his head. Baraka looked like he was all out of tears, his eye bags were heavy as he looked down at what was left of the enemy that was indeed his dad. On the floor that Baraka looked at, there was nothing but crumbled pieces of rock and dust, that looked like it once took the shape of an armour. Baraka heard the last words of his father in his head "No matter what, I'll always be there to support you. Okay?". After healing his head, the arm of rock fell down and crumbled to the ground, Baraka knelt down to pick up the arm, but it crumbled
in a matter of moments. That was when Baraka had realised at that moment, everyone has a role to fulfil in this life that was filled with nothing but violence, a life that rewarded survivors with momentary peace. Baroka had fulfilled his duty as a friend to his allies, always having their back when they needed it. He had accomplished whatever role he had as a student when he was once a young soliders who should have been skilled enough to start going on missions at age 13. Baroka had as well accomplished his role as a soldier of Kagahara, as well as a loving husband to Marallda, his wife. Unfortunately, he only had little time to spend with his son, Baroka had only been a father for eight years to Baraka. Althrough those eight years, Baroka had made sure that Baraka had built up whatever power and skills he would need if he was going to survive in the world of assassins and soldiers, Baraka at that moment when his dad's rock arm crumbled away had realised all that. Suddenly, it started to rain, yes it rained. The chamber of the inner demon was one that would test you, as well as shape the surroundings around you into a field that reflected what was your true mind. Baraka was very sad, hence, it rained, he was sad that life had taken his father way too early away from him. Baroka was a very strong and powerful soldier, he alongside Kito Kusekabe and Rem Blaze(Previously Known as Rem Lightdevil) who were all students of a very smart and powerful scientist back in their soldiers days. Not just that, but he was also a very soft hearted man that was unfortunately born in a world filled with war. Baroka understood it all well, that a man such as his father was no exception from being taken away by life. Baraka muttered "Dad, I never realised it until now.... that you were such a person. Mixed with the desire to protect others and doing the city's biding. I hope to grow up and be like you, okay? So please, just watch me.", the rain continued to pour down. In the real world, Kito, Yuki and Rem were all sitted on the living room table in Kito's house. Rem took a sip of tea and said "It's really been a while since we all sat like this, hasn't it?", Kito responded "It has, nowadays we're busy with our own things.", Yuki added to the conversation "Time really does fly by. One minute we're teens fighting wars, the next thing we knew it we became adults trying to balance whatever peace we wanted with our mission life. And now we're retired.". Rem scoffed "I'm surprised some of us even had kids.", Kito scoffed "It's surprised we could even live long enough to have kids.". As if that wasn't enough, Yuki explained "I'm surprised our kids are almost adults.", Kito and Rem paused for a moment before thinking to themselves "Still so fucking blunt.".
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