Inside Brian's room, he lay on his bed, asleep, covered with a white blanket. As he slept half-naked, he dreamed of his past in the academy, in the Hunters Blades Shinobi. The Hunters Blades Shinobi lived and operated in the Wicked Lands, located in the Western Swamps. In the academy's forest, children around 10 to 15 years old were tested for survival; this forest was called the Forest of Death. Twenty all-male students, classmates, had to fight to the death to graduate to the next step of becoming true shinobi.
In the Forest of Death, two young boys stood in the middle of the night. One boy was taller than the other, who was slightly smaller. The taller boy was named Hatushi Himura, and the little boy was none other than Brian Bautista. They had teamed up together and were the last two remaining.
"We did it..." Kid Brian said. "Hatushi, we managed to survive..." He said with a happy sigh, holding his katana tightly in both hands.
Hatushi didn't respond, and his face darkened as he tightened his katana in his right hand. "Yeah, you're right... but there is one more..." He said, looking at Brian murderously.
Brian turned towards him and said curiously. "What do you mean, Hatushi...?"
Then someone walked behind them; it was an adult, an old man. He was Sensei Hector Estrada. He stood beside Hatushi, and he raised his left hand, holding Hatushi's right shoulder, his expression stoic and emotionless.
Brian's eyes widened in surprise, and he spoke. "Sensei Hector! What are you doing here...?" He said in a surprised tone.
Hector's expression remained unchanged, and he spoke. "You know the reason why, Brian. There must be only one of you twenty students who needs to survive. Now, since the two of you are the only ones remaining, only one of you needs to live; if not, both of you will die..." He said coldly to the two kids.
Brian's heart pounded in his chest. He trusted Hatushi. They were like brothers; they trained together, ate together, had fun together, and fought side-by-side, relying on each other to survive the horrors of the Forest of Death. Brian viewed Hatushi as an older brother. But now, with Sensei Hector's words hanging in the air, everything had changed. The bond they had forged felt fragile, threatened by the academy's cruel, unyielding rules.
Brian's young face contorted in confusion and dawning horror. "But... but why, Sensei? We worked together! We survived together!" He pleaded, his grip on his katana trembling.
Hatushi didn't speak, his eyes now completely devoid of the warmth Brian had known. He merely tightened his grip on his own blade, the moonlight glinting off the sharpened steel.
"The path of the shinobi is a solitary one, Brian," Hector said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Friendship, loyalty... these are weaknesses. Only the strong survive. Only the ruthless becomes truly powerful."
Brian's heart sank. He looked from Hector's impassive face to Hatushi's murderous gaze. He understood. This was the final test. This was the price of becoming a true shinobi.
"I... I don't want to fight you, Hatushi," Brian stammered, his voice cracking with emotion. "We promised that we would become great Shinobi's together." He said, his voice wavering, but he couldn't finish the sentence. The look in Hatushi's eyes confirmed his worst fears. There was a cold resolve there, a flicker of ambition that overshadowed their friendship.
Hatushi took a step forward, his katana glinting in the moonlight. "I'm sorry, Brian," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "But I want to become a true shinobi, and I can't let you stand in my way."
Tears welled up in Brian's eyes. He didn't want to fight Hatushi, but he knew he had no choice. If he wanted to survive, he had to defend himself. He gripped his katana tighter, his knuckles white. "I don't want to do this, Hatushi," Brian said, his voice cracking. "I don't want to fight you..." He said, as tears fell down his eyes, as he was about to cry.
Hector spoke coldly. "Hatushi, kill him..." He ordered Hatushi to attack Brian, to which Hatushi nodded without saying anything, as he gripped the handle of his katana. Brian's eyes widened in horror.
Without another word, Hatushi lunged at Brian at a blinding speed. Brian noticed Hatushi lunged towards him, his katana raised, ready to slash him. Brian raised his katana, trying to block his attack. The clash of their katanas echoed through the silent forest, sparks flying in the darkness, as their blades formed an 'X' sign. Brian's expression is filled with sad emotions. While Hatushi is emotionless, then the fight begins.
Hatushi kicked Brian in the stomach, sending him flying a short distance. Brian landed on the ground with both feet. Hatushi launched at Brian again with inhuman speed and swung his blade, but Brian blocked his attack as sparks appeared where their blades met.
The fight was a whirlwind of clashing steel and desperate parries. Brian, despite his smaller stature, moved with surprising agility, dodging and weaving to avoid Hatushi's relentless attacks. Tears streamed down his face as he fought, each block and counter filled with a deep sense of betrayal and sorrow. He didn't want to hurt Hatushi, but he knew he had to survive.
"Why, Hatushi? Why are you doing this?" Brian cried out, his voice strained with exertion.
Hatushi remained silent, his face a mask of cold determination. He pressed his attack, his katana flashing in the moonlight, each strike aimed with deadly precision. He was faster, stronger, and more experienced than Brian, but Brian's desperation fueled his movements.
Sensei Hector watched the fight with a detached expression, his eyes scanning their every move, judging their skill and resolve. He was looking for any sign of weakness, any hesitation that would determine their fate.
The battle raged on, the two young boys locked in a deadly dance of survival. Brian knew he couldn't hold out much longer. Hatushi was relentless, his attacks growing fiercer with each passing moment. Brian's arms were growing heavy, his movements sluggish. He was tiring, and he knew it. But Brian then noticed that Hatushi was not fighting seriously; his attacks had no murderous intent. Even though Hatushi's expression was serious, he could see that there was no anger in his face; instead, it was just plain soft.
A sudden realization dawned on Brian. Hatushi wasn't trying to kill him. He was putting on a show, a charade for Sensei Hector. But why? What was Hatushi planning? But little did Brian know. Hatushi wanted Brian to kill him and survive in the end so he would survive.
Hatushi gripped the handle of his katana and said. "Let's finish this, Brian..." He said in a serious expression, and he readied himself. Brian didn't respond, but he readied himself as well.
Then, with a final showdown, the two looked at each other. Hatushi gripped the handle of his katana in both hands, the tip of the blade pointing at Brian. Brian also gripped the handle of his katana in both hands, the tip of the blade pointing at Hatushi.
Then, as the two finally meet in the center, their attacks meet each other in a stab. As they stabbed each other's in the stomach, a momentary silent engulfed the entire Forest of Death.
Then, Hatushi's stomach started to bleed as Brian katana was stabbed deep inside Hatushi's stomach. While Hatushi's attacks missed Brian stomach completely. Brian has a sad expression on his face, while Hatushi coughed off blood. He let go of his katana as it fell to the ground, and Hatushi also slowly fell to the ground as well. Brian noticed and caught Hatushi body. Hatushi was lying down on the floor, his consciousness slowly fading. While Brian was holding him, as he kneeled next to him, holding his head with his right arm.
"Hatushi! Why... why did you do this?" Brian sobbed, his tears falling onto Hatushi's blood-soaked clothes.
Hatushi smiled weakly, a trickle of blood escaping the corner of his mouth. "I... I couldn't... kill you, Brian. You're... my brother." He rasped, his voice barely audible.
Brian's tears fell down on his faces as he was about to start crying. "But you promise that we will grow to become a great Shinobi!" He shouted, his voice shaky.
Hatushi's breathing was shallow, his eyes fluttering. A weak smile touched his lips, stained crimson with blood. "Because I wanted you to continue our dream of being a great Shinobi..." He said, his voice sounding weak. "You have the potential... to be greater than all of us. Don't waste it."
"I need you to survive in the end, and I decided to die for you to live on, to continue our dream in the end..." Hatushi said towards Brian. "That's why you have to live, Brian," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Promise me, Brian..." He said in a warm smile as he raised his right hand.
Brian grabbed his right hand tightly with his right hand and said. "I will, I promise you..." He said, nodding.
Hatushi's eyes fluttered closed, and his breathing became shallow and ragged. "Thank... you... Brian..."
With a final, shuddering breath, Hatushi's body went limp in Brian's arms. His eyes were closed, his face peaceful, as if he were merely sleeping. Then, with a final smile, Hatushi let go of his right hand as it fell to his chest. His head turned to the left side, his eyes closed, and he finally died in his arms, but a smile was still on his face.
Brian cradled Hatushi's lifeless body, his sobs echoing through the silent forest. He had lost his best friend, his brother, to the cruel, unforgiving rules of the academy. He felt a surge of anger, a burning resentment towards Sensei Hector and the entire shinobi system, and then his sob turned into a full-out cry.
As Brian cried loudly, his hair started to levitate. His appearance started to change, and his hair and hairy tail flickered to black and golden at the same time. A fiery golden aura suddenly engulfed his entire body. He raised his head and started to scream loudly. "Rrrraaaahhhh!!!" He roared loudly as his hair turned into a spiky golden hair. His eyes turned crimson red, and tears fell down to his face.
This is the moment when Brian remembered his first time awakening his Legendary Sakarian transformation, by the hands of his dead best friend in the Forest of Death, leaving behind the memory of his shattered friendship, Brian Bautista vowed to become the shinobi Hatushi believed he could be, even if it meant sacrificing everything he held dear. He would become a Hunter Blade, a warrior of unmatched skill, power with ruthlessness, and no mercy to his enemies.
But deep inside, a part of him would always remain the little boy who had lost his best friend in the cruelest of ways, forever haunted by the memory of the night he was forced to kill to survive. The journey ahead would be long and arduous, filled with pain and sacrifice. But Brian knew that he had to endure, for Hatushi, for himself, and for the hope that one day, he could find a way to break free from the darkness that had consumed his life.
Suddenly, Brian gasped loudly and abruptly opened his eyes from sleeping with a gasp. As he instantly sat up in his bed and started breathing heavily and perspiring a lot, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked at his surroundings as he sat on his bed. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was in his room in the Realm of the Gods in the Council's Headquarters, trying to shake off the lingering effects of the nightmare.
"Tsk... that fucking nightmare again..." Brian said to himself with an angry expression, annoyed by remembering his tragic past. He hates his past. He despises his past. But he can't erase his past. It will forever be a part of his life.
But even with all his power, all his strength, he couldn't escape the memories of his past. The pain, the betrayal, the loss... they were all a part of him, etched into his very soul. He left the Hunters Blades Academy and became a mercenary for hire. He destroyed everyone who stood in his way without mercy, he ruthlessly killed a lot of innocents beings in the universe, and now being hired by Omage Alpha to be part of the Council, and was given a new title, Destroyer of Worlds. Even through all of that, he still was powerless to stop the nightmares he has in his head.
He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He needed to focus. He needed to move on. He needed to find a way to reconcile his past with his present, to become stronger so that he would no longer be inferior to everyone, and also to close himself to his surroundings to not be close to them, and be lone and rude to everyone, so that he would no longer need to bare the weight of losing someone close to him.
But how? How could he ever escape the darkness that haunted him? How could he ever trust again? How could he ever truly forgive himself? He didn't know. But he knew he had to try. He owed it to himself. He owed it to Hatushi. He owed it to himself to become stronger and not let himself be distracted by some petty emotions.
With a newfound determination, Brian rose from his bed. He would face his past, confront his demons, and find a way to become the hero he was meant to be. But first, he needed to figure out how to get these Council members off his back.
Meanwhile, in their own quarters, the Council members gathered in Baelz's room. It was the largest and most centrally located, making it the natural choice for a meeting place. The atmosphere was less formal than in the Round Table Hall, but the air was thick with anticipation.
"So," Baelz began, leaning back against a mountain of plush cushions, "what's the plan to monitor Brian?"
Kronii, ever the organized one, pulled out a scroll and unfurled it. "I've drafted a schedule. We'll start with a morning meditation session to centre ourselves, followed by a strategy meeting to discuss our approach with Brian. In the afternoon, we'll introduce him to the training grounds and assess his combat abilities."
Sana nodded in agreement. "It's important to get a sense of his strengths and weaknesses, both physically and mentally. We need to understand what triggers his rage and how he controls his power."
Fauna added, "And we need to be mindful of his emotional state. He's clearly been through a lot, and he's not used to opening up to others. We need to create a safe and supportive environment where he feels comfortable expressing himself."
Mumei, ever the observer, spoke quietly, "Perhaps we should start with something simple. A walk through the gardens, maybe. Give him a chance to relax and de-stress."
Baelz considered their suggestions. "Those are all good ideas. But we also need to be realistic. Brian is not going to be easy. He's stubborn, he's resistant to change, and he clearly enjoys causing chaos."
A heavy silence fell over the room. They all knew that Baelz was right. They were facing an uphill battle. But they were also determined to succeed. The fate of the Realm of the Gods depended on it.
The silence in Baelz's room stretched, thick with unspoken anxieties. The Council members exchanged glances, each aware of the monumental task before them. Brian Bautista, the Destroyer of Worlds, was not a problem to be solved, but a force to be understood, and perhaps, redirected.
"Alright," Kronii said, rolling up her scroll with a snap. "Let's not get discouraged before we even start. We're the Council. We can handle a little chaos."
"Easier said than done," Baelz, being the leader of the Council, muttered, but she didn't argue. "Okay, fine. We'll try your approach first, Kronii. But if it goes south, we're doing things my way."
Kronii raised an eyebrow. "And what exactly is 'your way,' Baelz?"
Baelz grinned, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I'm guessing that we need to know why he's so grumpy all the time, like why he always seems pissed off and angry."
Kronii sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I'm almost afraid to ask, but I have a feeling it involves something loud, destructive, and potentially illegal."
Baelz chuckled. "Maybe a little. But hey, sometimes you gotta fight fire with fire, right? Or in this case, maybe fight grumpiness with... well, I'll figure it out."
Fauna, ever the voice of reason, interjected gently. "Let's not resort to drastic measures just yet, Baelz. We should at least try to approach him with empathy and understanding first. Remember, we only met him two days ago."
Baelz rolled her eyes, but conceded. "Fine, fine. We'll play nice for now. But if he starts destroying furniture or threatening to annihilate planets, all bets are off."
Mumei, who had been quietly observing the exchange, spoke up. "Perhaps we could offer him something he enjoys. A distraction, maybe? Something to take his mind off his troubles."
Sana nodded thoughtfully. "That's a good idea, Mumei. But what does Brian Bautista enjoy? From what I noticed about our mission yesterday, he's the type of man who enjoys violence and destruction. I mean, we saw what he did to the Zydonians yesterday, how he mercilessly massacred half of their population and ruthlessly beat their king."
A chill went through Fauna. "Let's...try to steer clear of anything that encourages that, alright? We're supposed to be guiding him, not enabling his worst impulses."
Kronii tapped a finger against her chin. "Maybe something that allows him to channel that energy constructively? A sparring match? A challenging training simulation?"
Baelz snapped her fingers. "I got it! We set him up with a simulation—a whole planet full of Zydonians for him to beat up. No real harm done, he gets to blow off steam, and we get to observe his techniques and triggers."
"Absolutely not," Fauna said firmly. "We are not creating a virtual genocide simulator for Brian. That's morally reprehensible."
"Okay, okay, scratch that," Baelz conceded, though she still looked a little disappointed. "How about we just ask him what he likes? Straight up? Maybe he's got a soft spot for knitting or competitive bird watching."
The room went silent as everyone considered this. It seemed almost too simple.
"It's worth a shot," Kronii said finally. "Direct communication. A novel concept, I know."
"Alright, fine," Baelz said, throwing her hands up in the air. "We'll do it your way. But I'm telling you, this is gonna be a disaster. He'll probably just glare at us and tell us to leave him alone."
"We won't know until we try," Fauna said, offering a reassuring smile. "Let's go find Brian."
With a tentative plan in place, the Council members dispersed to prepare for their first official meeting with Brian. Kronii gathered her notes and schedules, determined to maintain order and structure. Fauna prepared herself emotionally, steeling herself to offer empathy and understanding. Baelz, true to her nature, secretly started formulating contingency plans, just in case things went south. Mumei quietly observed, her mind already racing with possible conversation starters. And Sana, ever the optimist, held onto the hope that they could somehow reach Brian Bautista and help him find a path towards healing and redemption.
With a general agreement decided, the Council members headed towards Brian's quarters. As they approached his door, they could sense a dark energy radiating from within, a palpable aura of anger and pain.
"Are we sure about this?" Mumei whispered, her voice barely audible.
Kronii nodded, her expression determined. "We have to try. The Realm of the Gods needs him."
They were all standing in front of Brian's door. Baelz was in the middle, with Fauna and Mumei to her left, and Sana and Kronii to her right. All of the council members' hearts were beating fast, their faces blushing heavily.
Fauna raised her hand before knocking on the door. "Okay, here goes nothing..." She said, as she knocked on the door.
Brian, inside his room, turned towards his door, his angry expression unchanged. "Who the fuck is it?" He shouted, making the girls hear him.
The Council members exchanged nervous glances. Brian's voice was like a thunderclap, laced with barely suppressed rage. Fauna, despite her own racing heart, steeled her resolve and spoke in a soothing tone.
"It's the Council," Fauna said softly. "We'd like to speak with you, Brian."
There was another pause, and then the door slowly creaked open, revealing Brian standing in the doorway, his eyes narrowed and his arms crossed. He was only wearing his underwear, revealing a muscular body covered in scars, from chest to feet, a testament to the rigorous training he went through at the academy, and the battles he had fought in the past. His brown hairy tail move slowly.
The Council blushed heavily seeing Brian only in his underwear, his crotch bulging. Fauna, Mumei, Sana, and Baelz covered their faces with their hands, but they slightly opened them to look at Brian's muscular physique, while Kronii looked to the side, blushing heavily, but also stealing some glances at his muscular physique as well.
Brian stared at them with an angry expression. He didn't say a word, but after a moment, he decided to speak. "The fuck do you want...?" He said, his expression serious, raising his eyebrows.
Kronii, recovering the quickest, stepped forward, a seductive smile playing on her lips. "Oh my, aren't you a sight for sore eyes, Destroyer of Worlds?" she purred, her eyes raking over his bare chest that has a huge scar on it. "We just wanted to have a little chat. Is that a problem?"
Brian's glare intensified. "Yeah, it is. I was sleeping. Now piss off." He began to close the door, getting annoyed.
Fauna quickly intervened, placing a hand on the door to stop it from shutting. "Please, Brian, just a few minutes. It's important."
Brian hesitated, his gaze hardening as he looked at Fauna. "Important how?"
Mumei seized the opportunity, stepping forward. "We want to get to know you better, understand how you operate. We're a team now, after all, and communication is key."
Brian scoffed. "Team? I don't do teams. I work alone."
"That may be true," Sana said, her voice gentle, "but you're part of the Council now. We need to find a way to work together, for the good of the Realm of the Gods."
Brian remained silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. He clearly wasn't thrilled with the idea of opening up to them, but he also seemed to recognize the necessity of it. With a sigh, he stepped back, opening the door wider.
"Fine," Brian grumbled. "You got five fucking minutes." He said, making the five girls understand him.
The Council members filed into Brian's room, trying their best to maintain their composure. The room felt like a prison cell more than a living space, reflecting Brian's solitary nature, with a messy king-size bed, a brown cover on the side, a bathroom, and his outfit scattered around the room.
The Council members filed into Brian's room, trying their best to maintain their composure. Brian walked, trying to get his outfits that were on the ground. The Council followed, and he walked towards his king-size bed and sat on it. As they sat on Brian's bed, they could smell his scent, their hearts beating fast and blushing heavily, their womanly instincts kicking in. The room became very silent, the only noise being Brian walking around, gathering his clothes.
As Brian was done collecting his outfits one by one, he decided to wear them. He turned around as he started to dress himself quietly, his brown tail moving from side to side. The girls turned towards him, still blushing heavily, seeing his muscular physique in full display. They saw some new scars on Brian's body, some were the ones that they already saw, like the large scar that ran from his right shoulder to his left waist, the X-shaped scar on his left shoulder, and the smaller scar on his left arm.
Now the girls saw three new scars in the lower part of his body, both from back and front. There were two small scars from his left leg, one from the thigh and another from the calf. And to his right leg, he has a big scar from his right knee. Then, they finally saw his brown hairy wolf-like tail, that they first saw when they met him in the Round Table Hall. They already saw his tail, but not quite, since it was covered with his white coat. The girls watched him quietly on the bed, looking at him with heavy blushes on their faces and beating hearts.
Brian wore a sleeveless, long, open white coat with blue spiky lines on the edges, reaching almost to his knees, revealing his well-defined muscular torso, six-pack abs, and muscular arms. A large scar ran from his right shoulder to his left waist; he also had an X-shaped scar on his left shoulder and a smaller scar on his left arm. He wore long blue martial arts pants and a long blue headband. His spiky black hair, tan skin, onyx eyes, and thick, defined eyebrows were striking features. A brown, hairy wolf-like tail trailed behind him. White and blue armored gauntlets covered his forearms, and white and blue armored greaves extended from his knees to his ankles and feet.
Once Brian was fully dressed, he turned his head to face the Council, his expression still guarded but slightly less hostile. "Alright, time's ticking. What do you want to know?" He said in a serious expression.
The girls returned to their senses, as they looked to their sides, still blushing heavily. Mumei, fidgeting her fingers cutely, spoke. "We-we wanted to bring you to the garden and wanted to know you more," she said towards him.
Brian raised his eyebrows, completely turning his whole body to look at them with an angry, serious expression. "To the fucking garden...?" He said, his expression unchanged.
Baelz nodded, still blushing. "Well, that's the schedule we planned for you, I mean, to erase that grumpy expression on your face..." She said teasingly, while also blushing heavily.
Brian's onyx eyes narrowed, focusing on Baelz. "Erase what now?" A dangerous edge crept into his voice, the playful banter doing little to mask the underlying threat. He clearly wasn't used to being teased, and he certainly didn't seem to appreciate it. "You think a walk in the fucking garden is going to change anything?" he spat, his gaze sweeping over each of them. "You're wasting your fucking time."
Before Baelz could dig herself further into a hole, Fauna gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "We just thought a change of scenery might do you some good, Brian," she explained, her voice soothing. "The gardens here are quite beautiful, and it would give us a chance to talk in a more relaxed setting."
Brian's gaze shifted to Fauna, his angry, serious expression didn't disappear. He didn't like her kind nature; it made him sick to his stomach. "Talk about what, Keeper Of Nature?" He asked, his voice sounding rude and angry.
Kronii, sensing an opening, decided to speak, in a more serious manner. "Oh, you know, just getting to know you more. Learning about your likes, your dislikes, your... pastimes," She said formally, but her eyes lingering on his muscular physique.
Brian's expression darkened as he saw the way Kronii was looking at him. She may be looking at him with a stoic expression, but he could tell deep inside her head, there were lustful thoughts that she thought for him. He always hated women lusting over him, even back when he was still a mercenary for hire.
Brian also knew why the girls wanted to know more about him, because they were tasked by Omage Alpha to monitor him with or without missions. He thought they were doing this because they were following orders, which irritated him even more. After this, he would go to Omega Alpha's domain, and he and her would have a conversation about this whole thing.
Brian, still having that angry expression on his face, spoke coldly. "And why the fuck do you care, Warden of Time?"
Kronii's stoic mask flickered for a fraction of a second, betraying a hint of surprise at Brian's bluntness. She quickly recovered, her seductive smile returning, though it now seemed a touch strained. "Because, Destroyer of Worlds, we're your colleagues now. We're supposed to work together, and that requires understanding each other. Besides," she added, her voice dropping to a purr, "I'm sure there are plenty of interesting things to discover about you."
Brian's jaw clenched. He could practically taste the insincerity rolling off her tongue. He hated being analyzed, dissected, and categorized like some lab rat. He was a weapon, a tool, and he preferred to be treated as such. These attempts at forced camaraderie were grating on his nerves.
"Look," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I don't need friends, I don't need colleagues, and I sure as hell don't need anyone trying to psychoanalyze me. I'm here to do a job, and that's it. So, either tell me what Omega Alpha wants me to do, or get the fuck out of my room."
The room fell silent once more, the tension thicker than ever. The Council members exchanged worried glances, each realizing the enormity of the challenge they faced. Brian was a fortress, guarded by walls of anger, pain, and mistrust. Breaking through those walls would be a monumental task, one that might prove impossible.
Fauna, ever the optimist, stepped forward, her voice gentle but firm. "Brian, we understand that you're used to working alone, but you're not alone anymore. We're here to help you, not control you. We believe you have the potential to be more than just a Destroyer of Worlds. You can be a force for good, a protector of the innocent. But you can't do it alone."
Brian almost laughed mockingly at Fauna mentioning that he can be a protector for good. His lips formed a devilish grin and spoke to the Council that was seated next to each other on his bed. "Hahaha!!! Protector for good...?" He said mockingly. "Did you hit your fucking head, Mother Nature? Do you realize I'm a Destroyer, right? What makes you think that Omage Alpha gave me this title when I joined for fucking girl bands, huh?"
Brian's eyes darkened, a devious grin appearing on his face. "You wanted to know more about me, right? Fine, I will tell you then. I killed a lot of people before I became a mercenary for hire, I burned villages and caused pillage alongside my shinobi brothers. I slaughtered innocent lives when I finally became a mercenary for hire, I massacred an entire civilization brutally and mercilessly named Ostrapians, I killed their king, and even killed a pregnant Ostrapian woman by obliterating her to nothingness, and after that I blew up their entire planet, killing all of them, including elders and children alike," He said to the girls, his devilish grin spreading across his face.
"Now tell me, Mother Nature, do you really think I'm a fucking protector of the innocent?" Brian said mockingly. "Power dominates everything, without it you become inferior to anyone and perhaps die in the end," He said towards the girls. "Strength is the only thing that matters in this world; anything else is nothing but a delusion from the weak... There's only one certainty in life," He said, raising his right hand near his face and closing the palm of his hand. "There's only one certainty in life. A strong man stands above and conquers all!" He said, his devious expression unchanged. "And I, will be that conqueror."
A heavy silence descended upon the room, broken only by the ragged breaths of the Council members. The revelation that Brian was not merely a shinobi-mercenary, but the last of a legendary warrior race, only deepened the chasm between them. The weight of his past, the legacy of destruction woven into his very being, felt insurmountable.
Sana, recovering slightly, found a thread of curiosity amidst the horror. "Sakarian... I've read about them in ancient texts. They were said to be one of the first lifeforms that were created in the universe before other lifeforms were formed. They were known for their ruthlessness and barbaric behavior."
Mumei nodded, agreeing with Sana. "Sakarian... I've read about them in ancient texts. They were said to be one of the most powerful and advanced races in the universe, their unmatched military power making them enslave the entire universe to expand their empire. But they vanished centuries ago. What happened?"
Brian raised his eyebrows and thought to himself that these girls had little knowledge about the Sakarian race. It made sense since he never really knew about the Sakarian race from the very start, since he was sent to Earth by his parents because of the destruction of planet Sakar. He remembered everything Omega Alpha told him all about his origins before joining the Council, thanks to it, he finally knew that he wasn't human, and he understood now why he had a wolf-like tail when he was a young boy. But he wasn't going to tell them all about his origins that Omega Alpha gave him because he didn't want to be friends with these people, and he wasn't interested in it.
Brian smirked, a flicker of pride in his eyes. "We were. We ruled the stars, conquered galaxies, we conquered and enslaved other races to expand our empire with an iron fist and slaughtered everyone who opposed the Sakarian race..." He said, giving them small details of the information Omega Alpha gave him.
The Council members absorbed this information, the pieces of Brian's shattered past slowly falling into place. He was a survivor, a refugee from a fallen empire, molded into a weapon by ruthless masters. His cruelty was not simply an inherent trait but a shield, forged in the fires of loss and trauma.
Baelz, despite her initial shock, couldn't help but feel a flicker of sympathy for Brian. "So, the Hunters Blades... they never told you about your true heritage?" she asked, her voice softer than usual. "They just used you?"
Brian scoffed. "Used? Of course, they used me. That's what they do. They saw potential in me, a raw power they could exploit. They didn't care about who I was, only what I could do," He said towards the girls. "But in exchange, I became stronger, they made me a perfect warrior, cold and ruthless, uninhibited by foolish emotions," He said as he walked towards the wall of his room and leaned on it, his arms still folded, his expression serious, and his eyes closed.
"I don't regret anything I learned in the academy because it made me the man I am right now, and I never regretted anything I did in my past, instead, I took pride in it, including my Sakarian heritage and my ancestors' evil past," He said bluntly. "My evil and ruthless nature is not a mask, but inherent traits. Since I was born a Sakarian, it is expected that I will have the Sakarian's evil traits running in my veins. But the Hunter Blades Shinobi intensified it even more, which made me even more evil."
Kronii, her mind racing, realized they were walking on a tightrope. Pitying Brian would only push him further away, reinforcing his belief that emotions were a weakness. They needed to find a way to connect with him on his terms, to understand his twisted sense of pride without condoning his actions.
A heavy silence descended once more, the Council members grappling with the weight of Brian's words. He stood there, a figure of immense power and chilling conviction, seemingly unrepentant for the horrors he had committed and embracing his dark heritage.
Fauna, her voice trembling slightly, spoke softly, "But Brian, surely there must be something more to you than just destruction and ruthlessness. You're here now, with us. You have the potential to change, to use your strength for something good."
Brian opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the Council members. "Change? Good? Those are illusions, Keeper of Nature. The universe doesn't care about good or evil, only power. And I intend to wield it."
Kronii stepped forward, her expression resolute. "We understand your past, Brian, but that doesn't define you. You have a choice. You can continue down this path of destruction, or you can choose to be something more."
Brian scoffed, pushing himself off the wall. "Choice? There is no choice. My destiny is written in my blood. I am a Sakarian, a destroyer. That is all I will ever be."
Mumei, summoning her courage, stepped forward, her eyes filled with a surprising intensity. "But what about the people you could save, Brian? The lives you could protect? Wouldn't that be worth something?"
Brian remained silent, his expression unreadable. The Council members held their breath, waiting for his response. The fate of the Realm of the Gods, perhaps even the universe, seemed to hang in the balance.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Brian spoke, his voice low and gravelly. "I'm not like the rest of you," He admitted, a flicker of vulnerability in his serious expression. "You Council members kill to give order and balance, I kill because I find joy in their screams of agony and pain. I didn't join the Council because I wanted to change, nor do I want redemption, I joined the Council because Omega Alpha will pay me ten times bigger than my previous clients would ever offer me. I kill either for joy and money, that's all."
The Council members exchanged glances, a mixture of disappointment and resignation etched on their faces. Brian's words were a harsh dose of reality, shattering any illusions they might have held about his potential for redemption. He was a killer, plain and simple, driven by greed and a thirst for carnage. There was no hidden hero waiting to be unearthed, no spark of compassion to ignite.
Baelz, ever the pragmatist, spoke up, "So, you're saying you're just here for the money? You don't care about the Council's mission, or anything like that?"
Brian shrugged, "The Council's mission benefits me and my bank account, so I will do my job, it is that simple. So yeah, it's all about the money. But I also get to kill things, so it's a win-win situation."
Fauna, her voice filled with disappointment, "But what about the lives you'll be saving? The innocent people you'll be protecting? Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
Brian pushed the bridge of his nose with irritation; he didn't understand why they were so eager to make him change his ways. He pushed himself off the wall and faced the Council. "Why the fuck do you care so much about me, huh...?" He said in a serious expression. "Why? Because you find me attractive or muscular, or perhaps because I'm part of the fucking Council, huh? I act rude to the five of you, I antagonize you, and yet you five are fucking coming and coming..."
The room fell silent, the air thick with tension. Brian's blunt words hung in the air, cutting through the Council members' carefully constructed facades. Each of them grappled with their own reaction, they all looked away. All of them were blushing heavily, the reason why they were acting like this was because they had fallen in love with him, even though he was very rude towards them and had an evil nature.
They started to develop feelings for him when they first met him two days ago, when Omega Alpha introduced him as the new member of the council. They thought maybe they started to have feelings for him because he was attractive. But now that they knew half of his life, they wanted to help him escape his dark past. They, too, didn't understand why they were so attached to him, but when Omega Alpha introduced him to them, it was love at first sight.
Kronii, ever the composed one, was the first to regain her composure, though a faint blush still lingered on her cheeks. She cleared her throat, meeting Brian's gaze head-on. "That's... irrelevant, Brian. Our personal feelings are not the issue here. We're concerned about the potential you possess, the impact you could have on the universe, whether for good or ill."
Baelz, never one to shy away from bluntness, chimed in, "Alright, pretty boy, let's not flatter ourselves too much. You're a useful tool, and we're trying to figure out how to best utilize you. If that involves getting a little touchy-feely, so be it. But don't think for a second that we're going to let our hormones cloud our judgment."
Fauna, ever gentle, also spoke up, her eyes filled with concern. "Brian, we see the pain you're carrying, the darkness that consumes you. We want to help you find a way out, to heal the wounds of your past. It's not about attraction or physical appearance, it's about compassion."
Mumei, her voice barely a whisper, added, "We believe there's still good inside you, Brian. Even if you don't see it yourself."
Sana, ever optimistic, smiled softly. "We're the Council, Brian. We're here to guide, to protect, to help shape the universe. And that includes you."
Brian listened to their words, his expression unreadable. He couldn't comprehend their motivations, their unwavering belief in him despite his flaws. He had spent his entire life being used, manipulated, and discarded. Why would these powerful, influential beings suddenly care about him? He brushed the bridge of his nose, starting to get annoyed by them.
"You're wasting your fucking time," Brian said, his voice cold and dismissive. "You cannot change what is already broken. I am what I am, and I'm not going to change for anyone." He turned towards the door, his hand reaching for the handle. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go somewhere else to clear my mind about your fucking bullshit..."
Before Brian could leave, Mumei, her voice surprisingly firm, spoke, "We're not giving up on you, Brian. We believe there's still good inside you, no matter how buried it may be."
Brian paused, his back to the Council members. He remained silent for a long moment before finally speaking, his voice devoid of emotion, "You're wasting your time," He said, his angry expression unchanged. "Now, before I come back here, I expect you all to no longer be here, because if I can fucking see or sense your presence in my fucking room, we will have a problem..." He said, looking at the Council with a murderous gaze, making the girls terrified at his intense gaze.
With that, Brian opened the door and strode out of the room, leaving the Council members seated on his king-size bed to grapple with their conflicting emotions. Hope and despair warred within them, the daunting task of reaching Brian seeming more impossible than ever.
As Brian walked in the hallway of The Realm of The Gods (The Collective Unconsciousness), he went straight to Omega Alpha's domain. Both of his hands were in his pockets, his angry expression unchanged. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. He reveled in his power, his heritage, and his ruthless nature, yet a nagging voice within him, a remnant of a life he could barely remember, whispered of a different path, a path of redemption. He quickly suppressed the thought, reminding himself that such notions were weakness, a weakness he could not afford.
To be continued.