Jin (Smiling with profound malice, his eyes, with crimson irises, gleaming with a red brilliance):
"I have sent that weapon to the police. They will inevitably assume that Father is the perpetrator of this heinous crime. Is this not the beginning of the purification I seek?"
(In the dining hall, where the family was gathered around the table. It wasn't long before the room door opened, and Jin rushed out of his room, his steps hurried, as if a profound darkness covered his narrow eyes, and signs of exhaustion drooped beneath his weary eyelids.)
Dairo (In a voice encased in deliberate calm):
"Jin is acting quite strangely. He does not seem well. Has the soul of this world begun to burden his shoulders?"
Nakazouma (A neutral smile gracing her lips):
"Perhaps he has some significant duties that preoccupy his mind and efforts. Let him be."
Kazuma (The silver-haired boy, with his sharp eyes, speaks with a quietude that reflects inner worry):
"My brother is truly a bizarre, even disconcerting person. Sometimes, a vague fear grips me regarding the darkness lurking in his eyes."
Nakazouma:
"Your brother, my son, is merely a kind person, yet he hides this kindness behind a curtain of severity. Can you not see it in the glint of his crimson irises?"
Dairo:
"Cease this argument. Focus on your supper. For life is but a few remaining meals."
(Kazuma began staring intensely at the dinner plate before him, as if it were the last feast he would partake in on Earth.)
Kazuma (Sighing deeply, as if emptying a heavy burden from his chest):
"I do not know why this feeling overwhelms me, that this might be our final dinner. Are these the delusions of oblivion?"
Dairo (Posing the question with a tone of astonishment):
"What prompted you to utter such a bleak omen, my son? Have dreams become mere harbingers of doom?"
Kazuma:
"I do not know, but my intuition, this hidden voice in my soul, tells me so. Perhaps it is the wisdom of tormented spirits."
Nakazouma:
"Eat your food and abandon these hollow fantasies. The present is more deserving of your attention than the illusion of the future."
(The camera withdraws, then returns. The clock indicates nine in the evening. Kazuma has succumbed to sleep. Meanwhile, Dairo and Nakazouma were sitting in the hall.)
Dairo (Sighing, his eyes bearing the burdens of years and war):
"As you know, Nakazouma, this might be my last mission. I have grown weary of this oppressive existence, especially after the last war. I feel I was the cause of the calamity that befell those dearest to me. Is failure destiny or choice?"
Nakazouma (With a calmness resembling the stillness before a storm):
"That was not your fault, Dairo. It was a preordained decree carried within the folds of Fate. Man cannot fight the windmills of existence."
Dairo (His voice trembling, an echo of an old loss):
"Since that tragedy, I have felt that I am not well. Is survival itself a sin?"
Nakazouma:
"Life always places us upon the crucible of hardship. You must remain strong. Strength is not an end, but a means to withstand the absurdity."
(From the window, a bright red light emanated, covering the entire room with the colour of blood and threat. The colour of a moon that had drawn too close.)
Dairo (Clenching his teeth, anticipating a mysterious force):
"I sense a strange power flowing in the air. What is happening outside? Has the earth split open from its depths?"
Nakazouma (Overwhelmed by worry):
"Let us leave quickly, Dairo. Something momentous is occurring. The air carries the scent of calamity."
Dairo (In distress):
"Is it an attack from another world? Has the barrier between dimensions been broken?"
(Dairo opened the door. Nakazouma was behind him. Outside, the moon had taken on a deep crimson hue, the colour of spilled blood. And there stood Jin, with his cold, narrow eyes, his clothes and face stained with copious amounts of blood, signaling disaster.)
Nakazouma (Immediately upon seeing the horrific sight, she closed her eyes, refusing to face the truth):
"No... My God!"
Dairo (Clenching his teeth, trying to comprehend the atrocity):
"Jin! What have you done, my son? Have you severed the bonds of blood?"
Jin (With terrifying composure, and a tone that abandoned all connection):
"I am Jin, and I am not your son. I have broken free from the constraint of kinship to follow the path of absolute truth."
Nakazouma (In a voice filled with anguish):
"What has happened to you, Jin? Is this truly you? Or is it a monster wearing your skin?"
Dairo (With composed calmness, instructing Nakazouma to retreat):
"Nakazouma, stay behind me. The situation is not safe. For the truth is bare and perilous."
Jin (With an ominous calm):
"Father, why do you not use the Shin against me to stop me? Is that power which Fate granted you no longer capable of confronting this new consciousness?"
Dairo (With deep composure, representing a firm conviction):
"I vowed to myself not to use my power against those I love. For what is the worth of power if it tears apart the bonds of the heart?"
Jin (With cynical calm):
"And what is the use of power if you do not wield it and revel in its authority? Power is deaf; it knows only the pleasure of the will. And incidentally, Kazuma is the one who killed the victim. Have you realized the scale of the tragedy?"
(Dairo froze in his spot, struck by the shock of the words, while Nakazouma remained rigid, as if time had stopped for her.)
Jin:
"As you heard. As a result of your neglect of the 'Nitch' case, your other son has become a murderer. Does the neglect of justice breed a greater evil?"
Dairo (In a faint voice):
"But Nitch is dead. What is the point of wasting time digging up old graves?"
Jin (Smiling triumphantly):
"No, Father. When you neglected the case, you were the cause of a greater crime. Your neglect was the first building block in the edifice of corruption that I shall now tear down."
(The camera shifts to the clan's neighbourhoods: a horrifying scene, where blood flows like torrents, severed arms, and scattered heads. Houses are smeared with blood, and the blood runs down like waterfalls through the sewers. The language of the clan has become the language of blood.)
(We return to Jin. The metal fence begins to crumble, as if it were grains of sand scattered by the wind.)
Dairo (In increasing distress):
"Do not tell me you killed him! This means we will be subjected to a devastating attack from the outside world! Did you sacrifice everything for your corrupted vision?"
Jin:
"That is if our clan remains at all. Survival belongs to the strongest, and the clan is nothing more than a burden on the coming purification."
(Jin advances with calm steps, his dagger (or sword, as mentioned in the previous description, let's consider it a sharp dagger) gleaming in his right hand.)
Jin (With deadly calm):
"You two stand as a formidable obstacle to the realization of my dreams. For what is life but a journey toward achieving the Highest Self, even if it demands the sacrifice of the near and dear?"
Dairo (His eyes fixed on Jin, questioning):
"Do you prefer your dreams over the bond of blood? Is ambition a justifiable motive for every atrocity?"
Jin (With cold composure, severing every link):
"This world itself is a ferocious beast. I seek to cleanse it of its weakness and mortality. And also, I wish to see the savagery of Kazuma manifest before me. For purification to be complete, each of us must discover the darkness within."
Nakazouma (Tears streaming profusely from her eyes, the scream of a broken soul):
"Who are you? We no longer know you! Is this mask your true face, or the face of a demon?"
Jin (With a deadly calm and cold eyes, as if announcing the birth of a new god):
"I am Jin Castro da Tenma. I am the salvation and the purification. I am the Destiny that cannot be repelled."
(With one sharp, swift, merciless sword stroke, Jin slit her throat. Nakazouma fell, drowning in her own blood, like a flower that withered in an instant. Then Jin turned to his father.)
Jin (With the arrogance of a victor):
"This is your end, Father! I will survive to realize my cosmic ambitions. For he who lacks the courage to change the world does not deserve to live within it!"
(With another strike of his sharp dagger, he slit his father's throat, tearing his soul from his body. That was the true end of Dairo, the end of an era of weakness and old convictions.)
(Jin raises his neck upward, looking at the blood-red moon, which now stood as his sole witness to this massacre.)
Jin (In a calm voice, its echo resounding in the silence of death):
"This is the beginning of my path toward eternal glory. The path of purification always begins with blood."
(The tragic story moves to Kazuma, the twelve-year-old. He discovers the catastrophe in its most horrific form. Jin has committed a massacre after the latent disaster in his soul was unleashed. Kazuma wanders amidst the corpses and the blood that covers the place entirely, in a red hue that inspires terror more than awe.)
(Kazuma walks among the severed bodies and thick blood, as if walking through a river of sin.)
Kazuma (His sharp eyes widen as he mutters in bewilderment):
"What is this? Is my fate cursed, and I am ignorant of its curse? Am I the product of this madness or its victim?"
(Kazuma's face was smeared with the blood of his past choices and the sins that had yet to be judged. He fell to his knees amidst the blood gathered on the ground. Then, he burst into hysterical laughter, a mad laugh devoid of any joy, as he rubbed his stunned face with his blood-stained hands before the dead surrounding him.)
(Kazuma presses his right fingernails firmly into his face; his eyes are already wide and crazed, and his words pour forth in a turbulent and enraged stream, like one who has lost his mind.)
Kazuma (Shouting into the void):
"Brother! Why? Was this the price? Can glory only be built upon the remains of family? I... I am the killer? No! It is you who awakened the beast lurking within all of us! Welcome, Hell... Welcome, my Destiny!"
(Suddenly, a strange, transparent aura begins to engulf Kazuma's body. His sharp eyes, one bearing a deep vertical scar, glow with an unfamiliar flicker. It is the flicker of new strength—a power whose source he does not yet comprehend, but which has begun to fill him and surge through his veins.)