After the bloody night of the coup, after the fall of the palace and the guards, and after Arthur vanished into the shadows and silence, Artoria began her long journey, a journey not merely to find a safe place, but the beginning of a new life in the heart of a world that had completely changed, a world where everything became possible, where chaos spread in every corner, and justice was only a distant dream. Artoria did not know the exact path ahead, but she knew one thing: Ultra must live, and he must grow far from the eyes of those who would end his life, far from the hands of corruption and evil, far from anything that could stain his pure heart before it was fully formed.
The village she chose lay far from the capital, nestled among dense forests and quiet rivers, away from spies and rebels, away from anyone who knew the royal history. There, in a small wooden house at the edge of the woods, Artoria raised her child, far from the world, far from the conflicts that had destroyed an entire kingdom in a single night. At first, Ultra seemed like an ordinary child, laughing and playing, crying and sleeping, yet he was far from ordinary. He carried something mysterious within him, a will unlike any other, a presence that imposed itself even upon his mother, a feeling that his heart did not know fear as ordinary humans did, and that he perceived things the world would overlook entirely.
As days and months passed, Artoria noticed strange things in him. It was not mere childish curiosity, but something greater, something that often made her stop in silence and watch him, her heart filled with a mixture of anxiety, fear, and wonder all at once. She would see him gazing at the forest with eyes wide and penetrating, as if he could see beyond the trees, as if he could breathe the secrets of nature itself. When he fell or hurt himself, he would rise with unnatural speed, as if something inside him refused to yield, a power no human hand could break, a will known only to those born to be more than human.
Over time, the first events revealing the extraordinary began to appear—not games, not coincidences, but signs of what the future held. One day, while playing near the river, he slipped on a moss-covered rock and fell hard, yet he suffered no injury as expected. He stood, unshaken, and looked toward his mother from afar, smiling calmly: "I'm fine, do not worry." Those simple words contained a power no one could yet comprehend, a force that foretold that this child was unlike any other.
Artoria knew it was no dream, that hiding this from him would not last forever. She knew that Ultra would gradually discover his strength, that his will would grow, and that something within him would set him apart from all humanity. She tried to teach him patience, to guide him in distinguishing right from wrong, but in her heart she knew that what was coming was far greater than ordinary lessons, that the world would one day know him not merely as a child, but as a symbol, as a force that would stand against all injustice, corruption, and evil.
Ultra grew rapidly, not just in age but in perception. He began to understand the difference between what the world sees and what he perceives, noticing things others overlooked, hearing sounds others could not, observing subtle movements ignored by all. One day, while playing in the forest, a small wounded bird approached him. When he gently touched it, the bird did not flee but seemed to understand that this child was different, that he bore something within him that made the world unconsciously yield. At that moment, Artoria's heart raced. She did not know exactly what this meant, but she understood it was a sign of what was coming, a harbinger of what Ultra would become when he discovered his place in the world.
As the days continued, even the village itself seemed to change subtly. There were no grand events, but small shifts occurred: the trees seemed greener near where Ultra played, the rivers flowed with a serene calm when he approached, and the animals reacted with unusual peace in his presence. None of this was noticed by others, yet it testified to something greater, something within him no one yet understood, a will inherent to those born to be different from all humanity, a force that would grow with time and eventually alter the world itself.
Artoria watched him constantly, silently, sometimes speaking of the past, the kingdom, Arthur, the chaos that had swept through the palace, but she never revealed everything. She protected him from knowledge that might burden his young heart. Yet she knew the day would come when he would know all, and his will would fully form, and that what was once a small child would become a force capable of confronting any injustice, any corruption, any evil in the world.
During the long winter nights, when snow blanketed the fields and forests, Artoria would sit beside him, telling stories of the past, of ancient kingdoms, of courage and loyalty, of men and women who bore what others could not. She knew these stories were not mere tales, but lessons shaping his character, planting within him the seeds of justice and unyielding will. Every word, every glance, became a part of the child who would grow into a symbol of right and wrong, a force standing against anyone who sought to harm this world.
One day, as Ultra climbed a small hill on the edge of the forest, he felt a strange sensation flowing through him—a surge of power, a sense of control over the world around him, a feeling that everything could be changed by his will, that determination, however small, could become an unbreakable force. He looked at his mother watching from afar, her eyes full of love, fear, and awe all at once, and he knew this power was no accident. It was innate, written into his destiny from birth, something that would one day make him stand against every injustice and corruption, to judge the world with absolute authority.
And so, Ultra gradually began to perceive the world with different eyes, a perception that purified his heart, a perception that allowed him to distinguish justice from injustice, right from wrong, good from evil, even if the world did not yet know who he truly was, even if no one yet realized that this small child, born on the night of chaos and the fall of the palace, would one day become **the ultimate hope and absolute justice, the force that would stand above all injustice and disorder, the hidden presence that would return to establish law over all corruption and chaos**.