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There will be a small-time skip in this chapter.

Harrison's POV

Rangers that was what he had named them. All members but one of their band of misfits took the clansman mark. Only Neo actually kneeled. He might be their King but he didnt wants them kneeling before him. It felt wrong.

Erik was the single member who decided not to be a clansman. The same night that Harrison had declared his intention the older boy packed up and left.

No one had seen Erik since that night. Harrison doubted that they would. As the other saw it the pack had betrayed him by joining up with a King. So he would find somewhere else to stay.

He knew that even as they became an official clan they were still weak and unorganized. They didnt have a particular fighting style that the other clans had. The only one with real fighting experience was Harrison. His was a completely magical fighting experience.

If they were going to become a real threat against the other Kings they would need training. The only one he trusted to provide that training was Miwa. The problem was getting in touch with the man.

Harrison couldn't leave the safety of the forest. It had been a week since their escape. SCEPTER4's presence had only grown in the nearby area. They had to be careful about their comings and goings. Otherwise, they risked having one of their own being caught again.

Just as their forest was protected so was the mountain. Without him, no one in the clan would be able to find where Miwa and Kuroh were hiding. So they would have to make do learning basic hand to hand combat techniques until things died down.

Harrison could use magic here but none of the clan had any formal magical schooling. He wasnt even sure which ones had magic. He wasnt a magic sensitive.

Harrison rubbed his forehead tiredly. How was he supposed to get these guys up to par? He wasn't a teacher.

As he turned a scent in the air caught his attention. He felt the magic of the area shift as if accepting someone.

After a few moments two familiar figures walked into camp. Harrison greeted with a grin, "Ichigen Miwa. This is certainly a surprise."

Nero queried, "The Seven and Colorless King? What is he doing here?"

All eyes were suddenly on them. A King in another's territory was not something to be happy about. His reaction was not one that his clan would have expected.

To them, Ichigen was a threat but to him, the man was someone to be trusted. If only because the man looked after him when he had no one else.

Ichigen greeted in return, "Harrison it is good to see you as well. I had a vision that led me here. You need training right?"

"We do," replied Harrison, "Do you have time to train us?"

A gentle look crossed Ichigen's face as he said, "Of course I do. Kuroh will help me train you. That is if you will have us."

Nero looked at him. There was a curious look in his eyes. A question lay within them.

Harrison said loud enough for everyone in the camp to hear him, "I trust this man with my life and the lives of everyone here. We would be honored to have you train us, Ichigen."

"Then let's get started."

Two weeks later

Neo, Leo, Harrison, and Anna all sat in the waiting room of the hospital. Their clansman all worn with pride as they waited for news.

Harrison's mark of the Ranger lay not on his skin. Instead of the necklace that he wore above his black button-down shirt.

One of their own was in surgery and in the two hours before. Jacob had steadily grown worse over the last two weeks.

Just that morning they had to rush the boy to the hospital. Jacob had collapsed during his usual camp chores. With the help of Ichigen, they were able to get him to the hospital.

Harrison was not oblivious to the looks of fear. This hospital specialized in treating Kings, Clansmen, and Strains. It didn't mean that the doctors and nurses were comfortable around them. If anything they were even more fearful.

The building was a neutral spot for Kings though. No King could attack another while they were in this hospital.

An operation that was scheduled for a few days later was rushed to be done immediately. They weren't even sure if it would be successful. All they could do was wait it out and see if the kid would make it.

Leo asked softly his voice sounding for the first time fearful, "Do you think he will make it, Harrison?"

"I... I don't know," he answered honestly, "This was a long shot, to begin with. We are supposed to be in this together but I can only sit here."

Frustration encompasses him. They were supposed to be his family. A family that was different than what he grew up with. That meant caring for each other weak or strong. Standing on their own when no one else would.

Harrison reached out inwards towards his bonds with everyone. Neo, Anna, and Leo were strong both in their proximity and strength. Jacob's own bond was far weaker and seemed to be fading in and out.

Harrison tried to share strength with the other boy but it didnt help the flickering aura. The person's lifeforce and aura were strongly connected. With it flickering the way it was showed just how weak Jacob was. No amount of Harrison's aura could help him.

Another hour passed silence prominent in the waiting room. No one wanted to admit what they were all thinking.

Harrison's entire focus was on the flickering bond between him and Jacob. The more time that passed the weaker it became.

Five hours after Jacob was rushed into surgery the bond flickered one last time then died. It felt as his heart was being torn in two.

Unknowingly he had gained his feet and Leo's hand was on his shoulder. Vaguely he could hear the other asking if he was okay. However, they were interrupted by the doctor who walked in.

The doctor was of average height with grey hair. His scrubs were stained heavily with what could only be Jacob's blood. A pitiful look was given to each of them. A sure sign that what Harrison felt was real. Jacob was dead.