The newborn child who had fallen from the cliff suddenly vanished.
The locket his mother placed around his neck began to glow - faint at first, then brighter, releasing an eerie (strange), ominous aura.
In the next instant, the baby teleported onto the hand of a statue - a statue of a young boy carved entirely from black Marbella.
Silent. Cold. Watching over the heart of a dark , ancient jungle.
The baby lay on the statue's palms, crying loudly. His tiny wails (cry) echoed through the forest until, little by little, they softened.
A drop of water fell onto his head as the sky turned grey, heavy with sorrow.
Then the creatures appeared.
Floating, animal - shaped black orbs(round) drifted between the trees, drawn towards the faint glow of the locket.
They circled him - curious, unsettling, whispering without voices.
A figure stepped out from the forest.
A woman dressed head to toe in black robe. Her presence alone made the air twist.
The creatures trembled, drifting backward.
" Hah ! " She scoffed, not even looking at them fully.
" why don't you guys just vanish already ? Why must you always return to this world? "
As she walked closer, she felt it - a monstrous pressure radiating from the statue's hands.
The moment she approached, the black creatures scattered I'm fear.
She stopped, her eyes narrowing " ...why is there a child here? "
A soft frown etched onto her face as she removed her robe.
Her gaze fell fully upon the statue, and her breath caught.
" ...oh," She whispered softly.
" It's you."
Her voice carried a quiet pain - not surprised ...but a memory.
Because she knew this face.
This wasn't just a statue.
It had once been a real person - a warrior who had fought beside people like her, someone who had been murdered.
A faint ache tightened in her eyes. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached toward the cold stone.
They killed you too..
She thought slightly.
Just like they killed so many of us.
For a brief moment, the forest wind stirred, brushing dust from the statue's shoulders - almost like he was still watching over her.
She blinked, gathering herself, and her attention finally shifted to the newborn child lying on the statue's palms.
" Oh ...your parents died too, little one. "
She reached out and lifted the baby gently. The moment her arms wrapped around him, he was silent.
His tiny fingers curled around a corner of her robe - week, trembling, but seeking warmth.
For the first time in years, her expression softened.
" Hello, little one, " She whispered, her voice warm and fragile.
" My name is Hanare Kaizaki. "
The baby looked at her with wide, innocent eyes, blinking slowly.
"From now on ...I will take care of you, " She murmured.
" You are my child, from now on." She held him closer.
The baby sighed - a tiny, peaceful breath - and rested his head against her chest.
" I can't always call you ' little one'..." Her gaze softened, thoughtful.
She studied his eyes.
Even as a newborn, they held something unusual - calm, steady, unbroken.
" You ...you have the eyes of someone who will endure anything, " She whispered.
" A fighter. Someone who will grow strong, no matter what tries to break you."
A small smile touched her lips.
" I will call you ...TAKESHI."
The name left her mouth not as a definition - but as a prophecy.
A name of bravery.
A name of strength.
A name forged,from pain, destined for greatness .
She held him close, sealing his fate with her warmth.
Then, with a gentle breath, Hanare disappeared into the air - vanishing with the child who would one day become THE BROKE HERO.