Auransa gazed toward the endless horizon, the wind tugging at his hair, torn between loyalty and opportunity.
Auransa: "How can I just leave my country like this?"
Orimo stepped closer, calm yet resolute.
Orimo: "You can entrust it to someone else."
Auransa exhaled slowly, his resolve hardening.
Auransa: "Fine… I'll join your crew—as the navigator."
Orimo's eyes lit with relief.
Orimo: "That's great."
Auransa glanced back toward the distant coast, then forward to the open sea.
Auransa: "Give me a moment. I'll provide a ship for us."
Orimo nodded, anticipation flickering in his gaze.
Orimo: "Alright… I'll wait."
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Scene shifts to the vast, rolling ocean. A lone ship cut through the waves like a blade of destiny.
Man aboard the ship: "Raizen… Arata Kuro lost against the might of the navy."
Raizen's piercing gaze fixed on the horizon, ice glinting in his eyes.
Raizen: "I'm more interested in what he spoke of… the King's Throne. I will claim it."
Man: "It's a legendary treasure… once found by the Devil King Ryuta Konan."
Raizen's lips curved into a determined smile, frost swirling faintly around his hands.
Raizen: "Then I will become the new Devil King."
Man: "That's a mighty ambition, Captain."
Narration:
Raizen Kuzan — Orimo's older brother.
He wields the Legendary Ice-Ice Necklace, granting him absolute mastery over ice: shaping, freezing, and transforming his very body into ice itself.
Scene shifts back to Orimo and his crew.
Auransa: "Everything's ready. Let's set sail now."
Orimo steadied himself at the ship's bow, eyes gleaming with determination.
Orimo: "Alright… let's go, Ryuki."
The ship cut through the waves, white spray flying into the wind, carrying them toward a destiny that promised legend and blood alike.