Legends
On the way to Berugamotto, the living legend talks to the young musketeers...
— So, as I was telling you: being a real musketeer isn't just a childhood dream, it's the greatest responsibility you can have in this region. And along with this responsibility, losses occur when you least expect it. Not to mention the steadfastness you have to have, in the face of all these adversities, in your position before the Shirei Kan.
— I imagine it's an experience from your journey, master. But if you've endured all this, we can too! - said Lup, incisively.
Renāto paused after the last sentence, as if reflecting on what he had been through up to that point. After waking up from his thoughts, he sighed and continued.
— I have served Gurenāru I since the Shirīzu Senkyo, as a young man, accompanied by my brother musketeers. That battle was devastating, and the next thing I knew, there were only two of them left, apart from me. If that war hadn't ended, no musketeer would have survived...
— It was quite a massacre. — I've heard stories about the first war at the academy, but nothing very detailed.
— So... Decide while you can whether you'll follow in my footsteps or not — says Renāto, convinced of his argument - then don't say I didn't warn you. It's a path of no return.
— Strange... — thought Lup out loud, far from what Renāto was saying.
— What's a strange, brat? Still, wondering why you tied me up in that trap in Fosigua? It's quite simple, it's just that I...
— It's not about that, sir. It's just that I've studied Hue's history with Telly, and we know what caused the war to start, because of all the tradition we musketeers have to have, to hone our Dentō.
— Hmm... — says Renāto suspiciously — correct. And?
— Even with all the study we've done, I've never heard of anyone who could tell me why the war ended.
— True," Telly added, "I never realized that.
Renāto looks up, trying to remember what happened.
— I don't know what happened, either. Me, Bapinoza, and Dereon were unconscious when it all ended. When we woke up, we saw Gurenāru I with Iraku, who told us that the war was over and that we would live in a land called Araukaria. So, accompanied by the surviving chimara, we came here. He didn't say anything more about it after that.
— What a mystery. Those other Chimaras who survived must know what happened, don't they?
— Why don't you go to their territory and ask them yourself? — sneers the kyapen.
A reflective silence hung between the two young musketeers, who put the idea to one side.
— Well, whatever happened, it happened. And I think it's great that it happened, otherwise, we wouldn't be here talking about it.
— True, kid. Maybe one day the truth will out.
— Whatever... — says Renāto, looking bored — there was a time when I wanted to find out what happened, but I don't bother anymore. Gurenāru must have had a good reason for withholding this information.
As the three of them walked towards Berugamotto, someone familiar intercepted them. An albino lion, wearing a polo shirt and carrying two rackets on his back.
— Kiribuza... you're here. I usually only see you in a PUB or at the tournament.
— You owe me a rematch, Renāto! — says the wrestler, pointing his rackets at the musketeer
— At the moment I have to meet the Shirei-kan in the capital, albino. But what do you mean, a rematch? You beat me in the last tournament. In theory, I'd have to ask you for a rematch.
— You know very well what happened. I don't consider that a victory, you didn't even use that thing you're carrying!
— Look, I could stay here with you, discussing my motives. But as I said, I don't have time for that. Come on, boys.
They walk towards Kiribuza until they pass him, parallel to him, in the opposite direction. After walking a short distance, a smoking tennis ball hurtles toward the three of them, and Renāto quickly intercepts the projectile with his large bandaged gun, without having to unwrap the instrument. The ball falls to the ground, leaving a gaping hole in the bandaged gun, which reveals the blue glow of the large object.