Sand nothing but sand. What else to expect from a town in the middle of a desert. The hot blazing sun beats down upon the ground, ridding it of any water. Two kids walking down the unbeaten path, not doing much, just playing catch with a ball that had luckily rolled into the boy's backyard. They didn't have much money, so they took what they could get. One second later, a bang. The ball has a gapping hole in its side and is deflated. The children know better then to cry. Crying might get them kick or shot, just like their old toy. The man leading the party spits in the direction of kids, and continues on his way. The sand parts underneath the girls collapsed knees, as she finale lets out a tear for her departed toy.
A boy, much older than the one now comforting his friend, sits in front of a nearby house. Watching as the evil men leave, he can't help but think This isn't what the world should look like. The teen knew it, the children knew it, the adults knew it to. The teen knew it was hopeless, he could stop them on the road, tell them to apologize to the children and buy them another ball at the nearby town. They'd laugh and tell him to move, one of them would probably kick him or something like that. He'd unsheathe Myou on them, to stop their laughter, prove he was serious. The next thing he knew he'd be on the ground, nursing a wound from one of their energy weapons.
Giving up, the teen sighs and goes back to his house, ready to change the bandage that was wrapped around his arm, now again saturated with blood. These wounds left scars, regardless of how they were treated. All he could do was try to stop death from seizing him after loosing to much blood.
Kazuya Taketsu looks out the window of his small home trying to understand the "villains" who were terrorizing the town. Were they really the body that controlled the lives of everyone in the world? He conclusion is the same today as it was yesterday when the "requested" money from all the shop owners, or last week when they had "arrested" a family for crimes that were never released. There's got to be a resistance out there somewhere, and their fighting these people day and night.
Kazuya picks up a dart with his good had and throws it at the giant map hanging over his bed. As always, it lands on a small island, on the other side of The Continent. "Thats where they are," he says. "I'll find them, and join them. I'm going to help this world one way or another."
Wind comes sweeping through a lost town, clearing away a dune a far away spec becomes visible from the far away window of Kazuya's window. Curiosity is the only thing keeping fixated him on the dot. The closer it gets the more obvious the shape is, but more mystery follows it. A man with a large cloak over his head had come into view. As he passed the house where Kazuya was watching he looked over his shoulder to stare straight at the window Kazuya was staring from. Turning away to conceal his face once more, the man pointed a finger at Kazuya's hidden form and continued on his way.
Suddenly feeling exhaustion, Kazuya slumped into his bed with only two thoughts in his mind: Why is a traveler a traveler visiting a city away from any major areas, and why is my body, never having been tired before, collapsing now? Opening his eyes for the final time that night, he came up with one final question. "Why does my arm feel better?"