Akaimo: I… I saw a dream last night. No—more like a nightmare.
I didn't sleep after that. I couldn't. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt like I was falling back into it.
Shino: Dude, it was just a dream. Why are you trembling this much? It can't be that serious…
Akaimo: You don't get it… My dreams—sometimes they're not just dreams.
Some of them come true. Not instantly… but piece by piece, like the future whispering at me.
Jeisuke, Momoshimo, Shizuku—all of them suddenly froze.
Akaimo: Remember that day in the forest? When we were attacked by the Kaito monster?
I saw similar something like that days before it happened.
And there are more… so many that slowly turned real.
A chill crawled up everyone's spine. Even the wind felt like it stopped listening.
Shinji's eyes narrowed.
Shinji: …Alright, Akaimo. What did you see this time?
Akaimo swallowed hard, but his throat felt locked shut. Sweat poured down his temple—cold, heavy, unnatural.
Akaimo: It was…
Silence.
No one even dared breathe.
Akaimo: …It was our nation.
Being torn apart.
They all stiffened.
Akaimo: The villages… burning. People screaming. Thousands dead.
Houses crushed, the sky covered in smoke.
Everything collapsing like the world itself was giving up.
And in the center of all that chaos—this… thing.
This power I couldn't name. I couldn't understand.
It wasn't human. It wasn't a beast. It was something else.
His voice cracked.
Akaimo: It came right up to me… Its face inches from mine.
And it whispered…
"Weaklings have no place in this world."
His hands shook as he remembered.
Akaimo: Then it grabbed my throat— and I woke up.
A cold, suffocating dread filled the air.
No one spoke for a full ten seconds.
Shizuku: T-That… That can't be real. It can't.
Right?
But her voice wasn't confident. Not even close.
Shinji didn't say a word. Not a single reaction.
He just stared at the ground, jaw clenched so tightly a vein showed on his temple.
Finally, he exhaled.
Shinji: …Training is over. Go home. All of you.
Everyone turned toward Shinji.
But he didn't give explanations.
He didn't look at anyone.
He just stood there, motionless—like he was processing something he didn't want to believe.
The students dispersed slowly, hearts heavy, glancing back at him again and again.
And that night, every single one of them prayed—
that Akaimo's dream was only a dream…
But deep inside, not a single one of them truly believed that.