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“Once upon a time, there were two childhood friends.” The navy haired stranger starts, as they sit under the tree on top of the hill overlooking a small town. Kiyomitsu laces his hands together on the top of a big rock, eyes twinkling with curiosity as he rests his chin on his hands.
“They lived happily in a small town on the edge of a kingdom, playing and laughing together. One day, a horde of monsters invaded the town, killing everyone on sight. The two successfully escaped, but not without sacrifices from the townsfolk and their own parents.
They then traveled to a town, where they were adopted and trained, to be warriors. Little do they know, that the two children will be the heroes that would save the world in the future.”
“Whoa! what happens next?” Kiyomitsu beams, tugging on the long sleeves of the older male. He smiles as he continues his story:
“They trained, and trained, and trained. With the years passing by, they grew up into soldiers, at first. Joining the kingdom’s army, subjugating the nests of the monsters, even though it causes hundreds and thousands of casualties. But then along the way, they realized they have powers that others don't— magic. They—”
“The people don't have magic?” Kiyomitsu cuts in, earning a blink from the other. “I mean, everyone here has it! Even me!” The boy waves his hand, and a ring of flames appears in front of his palm. The stranger chuckles. “It is but a story, little one. Now where was I?
They found others who could wield magic, and formed a new army to slay the monsters, and finally the Dark Lord. With the magical artifacts that they found in the dungeons, ruins and nests of the monsters, they finally reached the Dark Lord.”
“Oh!” Kiyomitsu raises his hands. “I know how this goes! They beat the dark lord and the world became peaceful!” The navy haired male laughs, patting the brunet’s head and messing with his hair. “Hey! You're ruining my hair!” He protests.
“That is correct.” The other continues, put then put his finger over his lips as if to shush the brunet. “But see, there's a catch. The Dark Lord isn't just someone who just appeared and tried to take over the world.”
“Huh?” Kiyomitsu tilts his head in confusion. “He's not?” The older male looks up into the sky as he continues. “Nope, the Dark Lord was a being that watches over the world. He was called The Observer.” At the brunet’s growing confusion, he laughs.
“The Observer is an immortal being that watches over mankind, but yet is not allowed to directly interfere with humans. But, because of conflict amongst humans, all the negativity went towards him, causing him to loathe humans. In order to kill all humans, He created monsters to wreak havoc across the land.”
“Wait a minute!” Kiyomitsu perks up. “But you said he's immortal. How did the two defeat him then?” The other smiles. “They erased him.” The brunet looks shocked at the response. “E-erased?”
“With the power of the artifacts, they erased The Observer’s existence, saving the world… but also condemning it at the same time.” Before the younger male could ask another question, he raises his hand to stop him.
“You see, The Observer is a being that's a necessity to the world.” The stranger speaks softly. “To gather the impurities, the negativity, away from humans and purify it. If left unchecked, humans will inevitably kill each other, and the world will end either way.”
“But… The Observer is gone, so how—” Kiyomitsu asks, but stops upon realizing the answer. “Yes, it is as you think, little one. Because The Observer is gone, someone has to replace him. And the one who became The Observer, is indeed one of the two heroes.”
“Oh no… He can't be with humans anymore, right? A-and he's become immortal, too!” Kiyomitsu looks down at his own hands. “That's so sad!” He whines.
“It's okay. It's just a story, little one—” The older male pauses as he looks at the sky. “Ah, sunset. Shouldn't you go home now?” He asks, and the boy looks at the sky, before nodding.
“Thank you for telling me the story, stranger!” Kiyomitsu bows at him, before taking off while waving his hand. “Be careful, don't trip!” He yells at the boy, who sticks out his tongue in response.
He smiles, when the boy disappears from his sight. He closes his eyes and thinks back to the story. “‘That's so sad’, huh?” He muses.
“If there's no Observer, then the world will end! someone has to be the replacement!”
“But who?”
“I'll do it.”
“Yasusada?!”
“I'll be The Observer.”
“No, you can't, you idiot!”
“Yeah, don't be rash, Yamatonokami!”
“I've decided.”
“Who said you can just decide by yourself, you stupid idiot?!”
“No, I'll do it!”
“Not you too, Kashuu?!”
“I'll do it, I'll become The Observer. I can handle it.”
“T-the place is crumbling! Everyone run!”
“Kiyomitsu…”
“Leave, Yasusada. Before this place gets destroyed.”
“I'm sorry because I won't be able to keep the promise we made, but—”
“...Yasusada?”
“I'm sorry, Kiyomitsu.”
“Yasusada— what are you— this magic— Transportation Magic?!”
“I'm sorry, Kiyomitsu. But I'd rather sacrifice myself than have you suffer for an eternity.”
“Yasusa—”
“I love you, Kiyomitsu. Good bye.”
“It's nostalgic.” The navy haired male mutters. “Talking about the events that happened a long, long time ago.” He stands up, and looks at the town. “I forgot how long it has been.”
He thinks back to the boy that was just sitting next to him, listening to his story. The boy who shares the exact same appearance and name. He smiles at the thought.
“You're now living happily in this peaceful world, and that's all that matters.”