Aiden, Murphy, and Yossan gathered together in a secret place to meet one of the scholars from the Archive . The man never showed his face; he wore a long cloak that covered him completely.
"Greetings, Yossan, Murphy and Aiden," he said in a calm voice. "Let's go straight to the point. Have you reached a decision about the organized matches or not?"
Yossan answered first:
"Yes, we agreed to take part in them. But before that, we want to know more details about these matches—what they are exactly."
"Very well," the man replied. He opened a bag , carried and pulled out several papers. He handed five sheets to each of the three leaders, then continued:
"These papers contain all the information about the organized matches. Read them carefully and return after three days to tell me if you will participate or not."
Without waiting for more words, the man left. Aiden and the others looked down at the papers in silence.
"I'll need time to consult my followers about the details here," Yossan finally said.
Aiden nodded. "Same here. I want to hear the advice of my most trusted men first."
Murphy scoffed. "I don't understand why you two always need to consult your people for decisions like these."
"You wouldn't understand," Aiden muttered.
Murphy clenched his fists. "Do you realize I'm holding myself back from killing you right now? Don't provoke me."
"As if I'd let you kill me," Aiden replied with a cold smirk.
"Enough!" Yossan snapped. "Stop this nonsense. Let's each go our way. In two days, we meet again in the place where Aiden first joined us. We'll discuss everything then. On the next day, we'll come back here together to meet that scholar."
"Good idea," Aiden said as he turned to leave. "Farewell, Yossan." He deliberately ignored Murphy, which made Murphy's blood boil.
Yossan sighed. "You're too hot-tempered, Murphy. Don't let a younger man get under your skin like that."
Murphy shook his head. "You wouldn't believe me, Yossan, but I wasn't always this angry."
"Then what changed you?"
"It's a long story… Anyway, I'll go now."
He walked away, muttering, "See you in two days."
"Goodbye," Yossan said and they parted ways.
When Aiden returned to his castle in his private carriage, he found someone sitting in his usual chair—it was Milo.
"Greetings, Leader," Milo said warmly. "How did things go?"
Aiden pulled the papers from his jacket. "This is what happened. They gave us these documents explaining the organized matches."
"May I see them?"
"Go ahead."
Milo read carefully while Aiden sat beside him. After finishing, Milo said:
"According to these, the matches will be a series of challenges between rival teams. Winners earn points for their division."
"Exactly. And at the end, the division with the highest points will be declared the victor."
"Then we should inform our friends right away."
"Make copies of these papers and distribute them. Everyone should at least have an idea of what we're dealing with."
"As you command, sir." Milo hurried off to do as told.
Meanwhile, Jayden and Tristan were wandering through a quiet little town, enjoying a rare moment of peace.
"How do you think the meeting between Aiden, Yossan and Murphy went?" Jayden asked.
"I don't know," Tristan replied. "We'll ask Aiden when we return. For now, let's just enjoy walking around. I've really missed living without constant trouble."
"Me too," Jayden said with a small smile.
Not only they, but all of their friends longed for a normal life—yet with their powers, such a life seemed impossible. Still, they carried the responsibility of protecting their kind, whether they liked it or not.
When they returned to their base, they found the others gathered together, each holding papers and discussing something.
"Hey guys, what's going on?" Tristan asked.
Luna held up her papers. "This is what's going on."
Merrick came over, handing Tristan and Jayden five papers each. "You need to read these. They explain the matches in detail."
Jayden groaned. "This looks boring."
"Do it anyway," Merrick said firmly. "It's important."
"Fine…" Jayden muttered, taking the papers.
As they read, Luna asked the rest of the group, "So, what do you all think about the conditions written here?"
Merrick explained, "The main points are: the three leaders cannot interfere in the matches. And any team may withdraw if they wish."
Luna added, "Don't forget—points are given after each win. At the end, whoever has the most points will take official control of the Fauvism , the golden cubes and all the Silver Connectors."
Clara frowned. "But there's still mystery about what kind of matches these will be."
"Whatever they are, we have to win," Merrick said. "We'll give it everything we've got."
Sony nodded. "And keep in mind, if anyone cheats, they'll be disqualified instantly and lose everything."
Salvador smirked. "Sounds fair enough to me. I say we accept."
The Kaos Team all agreed, as did the National Division and the Fighter Division.
Two days later, Yossan, Murphy and Aiden met again.
"So," Yossan began, "after reading the rules and informing your people, what did you decide?"
Aiden said calmly, "My followers liked the terms. We accept."
Murphy shrugged. "I didn't even ask mine. I ordered them to accept."
Aiden rolled his eyes. "Of course you did."
Murphy's temper flared. "Don't provoke me, boy. I'm angry enough already."
"Then kill me if you can," Aiden shot back.
The tension between them grew sharp, until Yossan cut in again:
"Stop this! This is the third time you've acted like fools. You are leaders—start behaving like it."
Murphy exhaled heavily. "Fine. I won't waste my time on this brat."
"And I won't waste mine on an old hothead," Aiden replied.
"Enough!" Yossan barked. "Each of us will leave now. Tomorrow, we'll tell the scholar we accept his offer."
"Agreed," Aiden said, then left first.
"That boy is truly insufferable," Murphy muttered.
"You just don't know how to handle him," Yossan replied. "Look at me—I don't let him provoke me."
Murphy waved his hand. "Forget it. Let's go."
And so they left as well.
The next day, they informed the scholar of their acceptance. He told them the matches would be ready in three months. Until then, they were forbidden to fight each other. Anyone who broke this rule would lose all power and be cast aside.
The heroes took this chance to rest and train. Luna and Yuna wrote letters to their family, assuring them they were safe and asked them not to interfere or look for them anymore. Their family trusted them and obeyed.
Back home, on a quiet Saturday, their family gathered for lunch.
"I wonder how Luna and Yuna are doing," Cole said softly. "I miss them."
"Me too," Rose whispered.
"We must trust them," Frodo added. "From what they told us in their letters, they have powers and a big responsibility to carry."
"You're right," Cole agreed.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Cole opened it—and froze.
There, standing in front of him, were Luna and Yuna.
"Luna! Yuna!" he shouted.
The whole family rushed to the door. Rose and Samantha ran to the twins and everyone hugged each other tightly, tears streaming down their faces—even Frodo and Cole.
Samantha scolded them gently through her tears. "How could you do this to us, you foolish girls?"
Yuna answered, "We had no choice, Mom. Please believe us."
Luna added, "Yes… please forgive us. Forgive us all of you."
"It's okay," their father said, holding them close. "The important thing is that you're safe."
Rose blinked in surprise. "Wait… if you're back, does that mean the danger is over?"
"Only for now," Luna replied.
"What do you mean?" Rose asked.
The twins explained everything—the organized matches, the rules, and how victory would put the Fauvism officially under their control.
"Do you know what kind of matches they'll be?" Frodo asked.
"Not yet," Luna said. "But we're training and preparing for anything."
Cole smiled faintly. "That's good. But stay with us for a while first."
"Yes, stay at least a week," Samantha pleaded. "We've missed you so much."
Yuna shook her head. "We miss you too, but we can't. We must keep training."
Luna agreed. "We'll stay for three days, then go back. But don't worry—we'll visit from time to time. This is a truce period, after all."
Rose nodded. "That's a good idea."
That night, the family was finally together again. The next morning, they all went on a trip to the countryside, laughing and enjoying each other's company.
Elsewhere, Jayden was walking through the streets of a nearby town. He entered a café and went to a table where a woman was already sitting. It was his mother, Teresa. He had called her the day before, asking to see her and to his surprise, she had agreed.
"Hello, Mom," Jayden said softly as he sat down.
"Hello, my son," Teresa replied with a small smile.
"I'm surprised you agreed to meet me. I didn't think you would."
"I'm sorry for how I treated you before," she said. "Your friends told me about your powers and how you've turned from the wrong path. You're using them for good now, aren't you?"
"Yes," Jayden said quietly.
Teresa reached across the table and held his hand. "Please say you forgive me."
"I forgive you, Mom," he answered, his voice warm.
They sat in silence for a few seconds, then Jayden added, "But, Mom, I'm facing something dangerous soon."
"What do you mean?"
He explained to her about the matches and the risks involved. Teresa's eyes filled with worry.
"Be careful, son," she said.
"Of course I will. And don't worry—I'm strong."
"I know you are," she said softly. "But… please, stay with me for a while before you leave again."
"Alright," Jayden said with a smile. "Not too long though—I still need to train."
"I understand," Teresa replied, tears falling down her cheeks. "But let's spend time together, like a mother and her son. It's been so long."
Jayden felt his own eyes sting.
"Then let's not waste time. Let's enjoy it."
"Yes," Teresa said, standing. "Come on, let's take a walk."
Jayden's heart felt lighter than it had in years. He had finally reconciled with his mother and she wanted to share time with him again.
Aiden later encouraged all the heroes to visit their families as well, reminding them to take advantage of the truce. They did so gladly, for they all missed their loved ones deeply.