As the fused Rafaela and Luciela monster, a bringer of death and destruction, totally devoid of emotion and no ties to life, sent out a second volley of projectiles, a few happened to find their way to the nearby town Raki was staying in. Two crashed into houses, crushing them, one merely hit the ground, becoming lodged into the earth, and the last one surprisingly fell in the well.
Raki saw all this, and wondered what was going on. He could sense something was wrong, and unsheathed his broadsword, and slowly approached the projectile nearest him, the one lodged in the dirt. As he approached it, it quickly transformed into a Yoma. Raki quickly sliced off the left arm and swung around, taking the head clean off. To his astonishment, the creature remained standing, and smaller rods, similar to the creatures' premature form, lodged into him. It hurt severely, but he continued to hack at it, dodging the smaller projectiles until it was in small pieces.
Realizing the dilemma he was in, and the impossible task of eliminating the other Yoma still transforming, he quickly hid in the crushed house, and waited for hours. During that time, he quickly became aware that the rods were trying to turn him into a Yoma. Using only his willpower, thinking of both Clare and Priscilla, he was able to keep the transformation at bay. During that time, he became aware of a strange sense of power from the village, like there were multiple sources. Over the hours, the sense of power from each source faded into nothing. He crawled out, and saw that the Yoma lay lifeless on the ground in various places nearby.
Raki then began to attempt to pull out the rods stuck in a strangely symmetrical pattern out of him. One was lodged in each shoulder, at about a forty five degree angle facing outward. Sadly, to little avail, he was unable to even move them an inch, they were so firmly lodged into him. He fell to his knee, one foot still firmly planted on the ground, his chest heaving and pain radiating throughout his body.
Then, around the corner of the crushed building stepped four men in black, who upon seeing him ran forward, a Claymore walking behind them.
"Hmmm, well it seems we were wrong, if only just. The lone survivor of the town of Liosa. It seems he is holding the transformation at bay with sheer willpower. I saw only one creature was destroyed, cut up into small pieces. The others just ran out of energy and well, died, for lack of a better word. Tell me boy, was it you who killed it? Answer quick, or we'll just end your life now."
Fearing for his life, Raki nodded. "Yes. I killed it, and when I discovered how they didn't stop until they were naught but small chunks, I hid. I just came out of my hiding, and saw you." His voice was strained, though not nearly so much as when he had first been injured.
The man who had spoken to him nodded. Then the claymore, a girl of maybe eighteen when she joined the Organization, stepped forward. "I sense something most peculiar, Rubel. It seems that the boy is producing a Yoki aura. It's very faint, but it's there, and it's his."
Rubel, the one who had spoken to Raki, smiled faintly. "He's not a Yoma though, of that I am most certain. It must be the projectiles from these Yoma-like creatures. If they hit a person, and the person escapes these creatures, it seems they transform into Yoma. Unless they have a strong enough will to resist, in which case this seems to be the result. Very well, we'll take him to the Organizations headquarters. Maybe we will learn something from him there. Boy, you will come with us, or you will surely die here. With our help, we can teach you how to become a Claymore. Sound good to you?"
Raki, not forgetting Rubles' earlier threat on his life, agreed, thinking to use the Organization to become stronger. He was worried, since Clare had mentioned all the male warriors quickly turned into Awakened Beings, but his becoming a Claymore was different than the usual method, and he had a good feeling he was going to be different than all the others. He slowly stood up, feeling stronger than before, and if only just, and followed the men in black and the Claymore. It was a long walk to the Organizations' headquarters...