''Ah!'' Lock fell down on his knees, he heard a small voice... The voice he wanted to forget.
His father is calling him to go back to training...
''I-I already trained for 10 hours... Can I go rest...'' Lock muttered with a heavy tone.
As a result, he received loud shouting from his father.
''I-I am sorry... Don't yell...'' Lock covered his ears, trying to get rid of the loud noises.
*Spurt*
Ichiro took his sword from the body of Lock.
Blood gushed out from the wound, but Lock didn't care.
''F-Father... Mother...'' Lock closed his eyes and stopped moving. His breath stopped, and his heartbeat disappeared.
Lock finally received the peace and quietness he desired.
Ichiro looked at the corpse of Lock with a serious look on his face, ''Too young... Way too young...''
He looked towards two other corpses and lowered his head, ''I am sorry...'' He turned around and started walking away with heavy steps like he was carrying a massive mountain on his shoulders.
''FINALS ARE OVER! Winner, Kurogami Ichiro!'' Amy's shout echoed in the stadium, but no one cheered or applauded.
Ichiro took away the enjoyment of the spectators. That was his goal.
But... He also had small hope of them canceling the tournament, it was to give the bastards enjoyment they can't get in the outside world, but since it was ruined, he had small hopes of the tournament getting canceled.
There was already a middle-aged man waiting for him with a calm smile, ''Kurogami Ichiro, follow me.''
Ichiro followed behind him with silence.
They didn't go to the living quarters; instead, they went to the top floor of the stadium. There was only one massive room.
The door was guarded by two muscular men with black suits. They opened the doors after they saw the two individuals approaching.
Ichiro and the middle-aged man entered the room, where dozens of beautiful women were dancing in front of men with expensive-looking suits.
There were also two large seats, almost looking like thrones.
The first throne had a man with a black suit. He has short black hair with an ugly face, but that made him look even more vicious with the scars around his neck.
The second throne had a tall man with bright red hair and stunning face, well-defined facial features with sharp cheekbones and jawline.
''Congratulations on winning,'' Leppercon said with a sarcastic tone.
Ichiro didn't change his expression; instead, he looked towards Arkenthym and said, ''I want to go home.''
Everyone in the room became shocked and silent.
The beautiful women stopped dancing and awkwardly kept standing.
The men with expensive suits frowned and looked at Ichiro.
Leppercon frowned.
''You think you can make demands, slave?'' Arkenthym stood up with an angry face. His tall figure made everyone look like a bunch of ants.
The middle-aged man next to Ichiro instantly bowed.
''I want to leave this shithole, no worries, I will be back to kill more innocent souls for your sick entertainment,'' Ichiro said with a sarcastic tone.
''Heh...'' Arkenthym chuckled silently.
*SWOOSH*
*GRAB*
Arkenthym's body accelerated with incredible speed, and only in a millisecond, he was already grabbing Ichiro's throat.
''You can't make demands, slave!'' He roared with anger.
Ichiro's face was becoming purple, but he still grinned.
Arkenthym's face became red in anger. He stomped the ground powerfully, which alone made the whole Underworld city shake.
He threw Ichiro towards the nearby wall.
*BAM*
Ichiro's back crashed on the wall, and he fell down to the ground.
''YOU CAN'T MAKE DEMANDS!''
Ichiro grimaced. He almost felt like his eardrums were about to explode.
He stood up without any signs of injuries, except a significant hand mark on his throat, ''They might get suspicious if I don't return... Soon, the commander of Frozen Island Fortress is supposed to leave, and during that time, no one is allowed to stay there.''
''So... If you don't want Abyss to find my current location, I want to go home... Now.'' Ichiro's calm and mocking voice echoed in everyone's ears.
Arkenthym grimaced, ''You are pushing your luck.''
''Let him go,'' Leppercon said surprisingly.
''Why?'' Arkenthym narrowed his eyes.
Leppercon mysterious smiled, and Arkenthym saw it.
''Fine, slave, you may go,'' Arkenthym said with a bone-chilling tone.
Ichiro snorted and left the room.
''What is your plan?'' Arkenthym asked.
''What do you think is Ichiro's greatest trump card now?'' Leppercon asked with a smile.
Arkenthym pondered until he replied, ''Abyss.''
''What if it isn't anymore?'' Leppercon snapped his fingers, and a photo appeared on his hand.
It was the picture of Ichiro getting undressed by two beautiful women.
Arkenthym suddenly had a sickening grin, ''Azura.''
''Let's show this to her... Let's see what she thinks.'' Leppercon threw the picture out of the window, and out of nowhere, the picture had pair of wings.
It started flying towards the exit of the Underworld city.
...
A day later.
''Hmm...'' Azura gently hummed inside her room. She was using a laptop while a visible blush was on her cheeks.
She was photoshopping... There were two figures, one had a beautiful wedding dress while the man next to her had an expensive-looking suit.
The faces were completely unfamiliar, but soon two familiar faces replaced them. It was a picture of Azura and Ichiro.
''Ahh... Perfection.'' Azura smiled and downloaded the picture.
But then... A small picture flew through the open window and landed next to Azura.
''Hmm?'' Azura grabbed the picture and widened her eyes in shock.
''Damn...'' She muttered and ripped the picture in half, ''These Photoshoppers are too good! I need to train more! M-Maybe soon... I-I can photoshop of us doing some lewd stuff... Kyaa, I am so bad!'' Her face changed shades into pink.
The reason why she didn't think that the picture was real was because she is getting daily fake pictures about Ichiro.
Most of them were from other Families who wanted someone in their family to marry the Nightside family's only daughter.
Leppercon's plan was good.
But it failed miserably.
Azura sighed and looked outside the window, ''I want to see my hubby...''
What she didn't know was that a black car stopped in front of the mansion's gates.
A handsome black-haired young man exited the car and took a deep breath of cold air of Coldland.
''I am back....''
