Shattered Bonds: Kiyoshi's Agony

Mahori aki: What are you two babbling about?

Kavato: Oh, nothing.

Mahori aki: "How about some intensive training, then?" Mahori aki said, placing hands on both their shoulders.

Mahori tiya: It's a form of mental training, completely safe.

This spell induces an experience that one wishes they'd never have to face but might encounter in the future. You'll have to risk your life to emerge victorious. Most people will fail. I use this spell on opponents who are weak and large in numbers to lose their will. Don't worry I will not go to that extent.

Kiyoshi: But if it's just a mind game, how can our lives be at risk?

Mahori tiya: You'll forget this conversation, along with everything real. You'll only recall events leading up to

 the situation you're in. Inside the spell, everything is real, from the pain of a wound to the heat of battle. Whether you win or lose, you'll come out of it. Victory may not mean slaying monsters or defeating an opponent. It might mean surviving the ordeal, both physically and mentally. Remember, the pain you feel is real while under the spell.

The atmosphere grew heavy with determination as each of them committed to the challenge.

Kiyoshi: "I'm in."

Kavato: "Count me in too."

Sakura, her gaze unwavering: "I want to be stronger. I'm in. But promise me, no tricks."

Mahori tiya, with a stern tone: "This is serious, Sakura."

Sakura, resolute: "I'm in."

Daishi, his voice filled with conviction: "Me too, me too."

Mahori tiya nodded solemnly. "Alright then, I will cast the spells, one by one."

As the spells took effect, they found themselves in a mysterious, dark realm.

Kiyoshi: "Where is this place? It's dark. How did I get here?"

"Kiyoshi! Where are you?"

Kiyoshi strained to locate the source of the voice. "Sakura? Is that you? Where are you?"

From the shadows emerged Sakura, limping, arrows protruding from her limbs, blood trickling from her mouth and nose, a grievous wound from a dagger etched across her abdomen. She looked at Kiyoshi, desperation in her eyes. "Kiyoshi, please... help me... heal me."

In Kiyoshi's mind, panic set in. "What... What happened?"

He attempted healing magic, his voice frantic. "Heal, heal, heal, heal, no, no, no... We need to find a healer, a skilled one."

Approaching footsteps echoed, armoured figures emerging from the shadows, numbering about thirty.

Their commander, a cold and ruthless figure, spoke callously: "Is she dead? She was always a troublesome one."

Kiyoshi rose, positioning himself as a shield before Sakura. "You won't lay a hand on her."

The armoured men scoffed, "Step aside, boy, unless you want your head separated from your body."

Kiyoshi's resolve deepened. "Try me."

The clash ensued.

A fateful arrow pierced the night air, finding its mark on Sakura's neck.

The armoured men confirmed her demise.

Kiyoshi rushed to Sakura's side.

"Sakura, please, stay with me," he pleaded, cradling her in his arms.

Tears streamed down Sakura's face as she whispered, "Kiyoshi, I want to be with you. Please..."

Kiyoshi's heart shattered as he held her, tears mingling with hers. "Why... Why... Why... Why..." His anguished cries echoed through the darkened expanse.

Sakura, frail and fading, pressed her lips to his, whispering, "I love you, Kiyoshi."

And then, she was gone.

In the aftermath, Kiyoshi burned in anger and sadness. Hunger for revenge. His tears dried in his flame of revenge His eyes glow red as he takes up his sword. He is not Kiyoshi anymore. He is a monster and a dangerous one.

A relentless rampage followed each swing of his sword a testament to his searing grief. Armoured figures fell like leaves in a storm.

The commander, undaunted, issued a grim order. "End him."

"Sir, he's too powerful," one of the armored men protested.

"It's not that he's strong; it's that you're weak," the commander declared, before delivering a crushing blow with his huge magic hammer.

The impact was brutal, breaking bones and sending Kiyoshi hurtling through the air, crashing into a distant tree.

Struggling to rise, But his hands and legs are not moving

In the quiet of his own mind, Sakura's voice resonated, a haunting lament. "It's all because of you, Kiyoshi. I was here because you rented me, and I chose to protect you. I believed you'd save me, but you let me die. It's your weakness that brought me here. You bear the weight of my death alone."

Tears flowed from Kiyoshi's lifeless eyes, mingling with the blood that stained his form. He gazed into Sakura's cold, lifeless eyes, his voice a raw whisper. "I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry... Please... forgive me." And then, he too succumbed to the darkness.