Beneath the eerie glow of the full moon, the desolate landscape was cloaked in an unsettling stillness. Seiya's trembling hands betrayed the anxiety as he was led outside by the enigmatic stranger. This man, with his thick braids and mysterious aura, held the key to a different fate that awaited him. If it weren't for him, Seiya could have easily met the same fiery demise as his duffle bag in that bathroom, confused by fire. With the night lurking ominously behind him, a constant reminder of the impending danger, the stranger guiding him towards the unknown assailant remained a complete mystery. Seiya had no clue who awaited him, but anything had to be preferable to the fate that awaited him inside the bar. There was no other option for him but to follow the stranger, lest he fall victim to Cassios's unyielding fury. The audacity displayed during their cage match was an act that would never be forgiven. Seiya had humiliated Cassios, when he leapt from that cage, and now he had to face the consequences. Seiya's heart thumped forcefully in his chest, a mixture of fear and adrenaline coursing through his veins. With every beat, his body propelled him forward, his legs ablaze with pain. But he couldn't afford to stop. Losing the man now would render everything he had done pointless, and that was something Seiya couldn't bear.
''Don't let them get away!'' a deep voice bellowed. Voices surrounded him, closing in from both sides. it was only when a blinding light engulfed him, emanating from the hovering helicopters, that he truly comprehended the gravity of the situation. ''They have helicopters!'' he exclaimed, fear lacing his words. ''We're not dealing with just anyone here.'' the man said. ''What do they want?''
''Don't let them get away!'' a deep voice bellowed. Voice surrounded him, closing in from both sides. It was only when a blinding light engulfed him, emanating from the hovering helicopters, that he truly comprehended the gravity of the situation. The man stole quick glances behind him, past Seiya, his eyes glistening with tears as he struggled to adjust to the intense brightness. It became evident that he was not accustomed to such illumination, likely spending most of his time in darkness. 'They're after you, kid!'' he finally revealed, sparking a flurry of questions in Seiya's mind. Why were they pursuing him? What was their intention? And, most importantly, what awaited him if they succeeded in capturing him? Seiya swallowed hard, taking a deep breath to steady himself and quell the rising fear within. ''How much farther?'' he asked, his voice laced with determination. Panic sets in as seiya realized he was no alone. Now there were men jumping down from those helicopters, carrying giant black guns. Seiya's heart pounded harder in his chest, as if it was going to explode any moment, darting through the narrow alleyways, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he followed to keep up with the man. Every muscle in his body screamed for rest, but fear fueled his determination to outpace his pursuers.
As the seconds ticked away, his determination surged, propelling him forward. The deafening roar of the helicopters intensified above him, their relentless pursuit turning every pain into a potential trao. Seiyas eyes darted around, desperately seeking an escape route, a chance to fade into the darkness. he understood that evading capture and reaching their destination swifty was their only hope. Drawing upon his agility, Seiya effortlessly leapt over the obstacles, narrowly evading the whizzing bullets that now filled the air. The thunderous thump of boots hitting the ground, hard, grew nearer, serving as a constant reminder that his pursuers were closing in. Panic, surged within him, urging him to push harder, to defy the mounting odds stacked against him. ''Keep going, kid!'' the man shouted over his shoulder. Despite the pain, coursing through his body. Seiya nodded resolutely, his gaze fixated ahead. With every ounce of energy he had left. Seiya sprinted forward, barely sidestepping the man as they almost collided. A forceful tug on his wrist yanked him back, pulling him left and right, until the sound of helicopters and the blinding lights vanished from above. Finally released from the grip, Seiya took a moment to survey his surroundings, only to find himself in an empty alleyway, enclosed by towering crates and dumpsters. He skidded to a halt, his heels grinding against the payment, his mind racing with frantic thoughts. Time was of the essence, he needed a plan, a way to outsmart his pursuers. This was far from over. Though he was safe for now, how long would his safety last?
''Why are we even here!'' Seiya snapped, his anger burning inside him. ''You promise me someone who could help, but where are they?!'' The braided man remained silent, simply pointing to a ladder on Seiya's right, signaling for him to climb it. Seiya hesitated for a moment, question his decision. But without wasting any more time, he quickly ascended the ladder and reached the rooftop just as a group of armored - looking men flooded into the alley below. Seiya watched in horror and helplessness as the man who had aided him was captured. His arms were forcefully restrained behind his back, as he was slammed against the unforgiving concrete, his face making a sickening thud. Seiya's heart pounded in his chest as he crouched low, the wind lousiling his wild hair and adding to the tension in the air. From his vantage point, he observed the shadows of men converging on his last unknown regue. His pursuers were momentarily bewildered, turning the concrete playground into a cat and mouse game. Above, helicopters circled like vultures, their searchlights casing an eerie glow over the cityscape. Seiya's instincts kicked in, urging him to take action. He spotted a network of interconnected rooftops and recognized it as his chance for escape. Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself to jump. But before he could make a sudden move, a deep, older voice, froze him in place. ''Your little spectacle in the bar has upset some people,'' the tall man in a gray suit and heavy facial hair said, seemingly appearing out of thin air. Seiya couldn't comprehend where he had come from, they were standing on an isolated rooftop, with nothing around except a few Wifi boxes leading to the apartments below. There was nowhere for a man of his stature to hide. Seiya felt utterly confused. ''I don't want any trouble,'' Seiya began cautiously. ''It seems, though, that trouble has already found you,'' the man replied. ''What happened to the man down there? They captured him! We have to do something!'' Seiya pleaded. ''There is nothing we can do for him now,'' the man said gravely.
''We have to get you to safety,'' the man said urgently. Seiya was bewildered. ''Why is this happening to me?''
''You may not have anticipated trouble tonight, but it has found you. Vander Scar and his men will be here in a matter of minutes.''
''Who is Vander Scar?'' Seiya asked, puzzled.
''He is a mysterious figure; no one has ever laid eyes on his face,'' the man explained. ''He is a co-owner of the bar you visited tonight, working alongside Cassios. However, his motives are quite different from Cassios. The underground fights serve as a means for him to recruit young warriors like yourself.''
''But why? And what does he want with us?'' Seiya inquired, trying to make sense of it all.
''He seeks to gather warriors with special abilities, building his own formidable army of skilled fighters,'' the man revealed. Seiya attempted to comprehend everything, but it was overwhelming him. Nothing seemed to make sense until the man uttered one single sentence. ''I saw what you did in that ring. Including the blue fire. I knew it as you.''
''What did I do? I don't understand. Who are you?'' Seiya asked, feeling a mix of confusion and fear. Though he tried to hide both by playing off with a unpuzzled glare. ''Right now, I am your only ally. If you want to survive, you must come with me,'' the man declared. The sound of helicopters overhead resumed, shattering any remnants of safety Seiya felt. The bright lights illuminated him and the man, as Seiya looked up, desperately concealing his fear. ''You have to make a choice, Seiya. Come with me or try your luck against those guards down below.'' Just as the man said those words two guards wearing heavy black armor, and masks capable of concealing their faces, dropped down in front of them. Before Seiya could utter a word, the man was already staring at him from the other rooftop. How he'd gotten there and so quickly? Seiya had no time to ask. Getting his body ready he took off, leaping as high off the ground as he could, he managed to land it. Quickly he spotted a second ladder leading back down to the ground, instantly he raced down it, practically flying past the rails as he took off after the man, who with a small glimpse from his suit, Seiya was able to make out as he turned through the labyrinthine streets, weaving in and out of narrow alleyways. How the horrifying clanging of armor reverberated behind him, signaling the relentless pursuit of the warrior guards. The moonlight cast an eerie glow, heightening the tension of the chase.
His young legs propelled him forward with an unwavering determination, his feet pounding against the cobblestone with every step. Sweat dripped down his forehead, mingling with fear and adrenaline. Seiya knew he had stumbled upon something forbidden, something scared. It was the reason they were pursuing him. Vander Scar seemed to have taken a liking in his abilities, and wanted him. Seiya could pretend to be ignorant, but the truth was undeniable. He had produced blue fire during that cage fight. How he had done it, he still had no idea. All he knew was that his life was about to change in a way he'd never be able to undo. The guards, dressed in majestic armor and exuding an air of authority, sent shivers down Seiya's spine as he caught sight of the guns a second glimpse at the hands in their hands. With each breath, his lungs burned and his muscles ached from the exertion of the first run, now followed by the second. But eh couldn't afford to slow down. Stopping meant capture, and capture meant a fate worse than death. He refused to become Vander Scar's puppet. If what the old man had said was the truth, he had to keep moving forward. he had to endure this. ''Just a little more, Seiya! Try to keep up!'' shouted the man, although he remained elusive. Gritting his teeth, Seiya summoned the last bit of energy within him, resulting in a final surge of speed. He leaped over crates and barrels that threatened to impede his progress, swerved past carts and shattered debris, determined to elude his pursuers and reach the safety promised by the man. With a final burst of energy. Seiya spotted a lowering aircraft and instinctively reached out towards it.
There was his ticket to safety.
The aircraft's door swung open, revealing the old man, a wide smile planted on his face. ''Grab onto my hand, we have to leave!'' Seiya manged to grip the man's hand, holding on for dear life as he was pulled forwards. Once safely inside, because of his lack of energy he was unable to stop himself when his body was flung forward, causing him to land chest first on the hard ground of the aircraft. Despite the impact, he had made it inside unscathed. It didn't take long for the aircraft to ascend. Its departure shrouded in a blur of smoke. However, Seiya was too exhausted to witness it. He felt weightless as the aircraft soared through the sky, but his fatigue overcame him, and he was succumbed to unconsciousness.