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The room was quiet except for Yuki's slow, shaky breathing.
He lay sprawled across his bed, one arm dangling over the side, the other clutching a cold towel to his forehead. The bandages on his arms still burned from the fight earlier. He'd won… barely.
"You're not ready, Yuki…"
Those words haunted him.
The enemy had vanished, but what he left behind was worse—questions.
Yuki stared up at the ceiling, mind spinning. Why did that guy know his name? How did he even find him?
Knock knock.
Not the door.
The window.
Yuki's eyes shot to the glass, heart already racing.
Standing there, framed by moonlight—her.
The same girl from before. Silent, calm, mysterious. That strange presence that felt too old for her young face.
Yuki got up slowly, wincing from the bruises, and slid the window open. "You again…?"
She stepped in without a word, gaze drifting over him.
"You're hurt," she said quietly.
"Yeah, well. That happens when people come outta nowhere trying to blast you through buildings."
She didn't laugh, didn't smile. Just looked at him.
"You used too much of yourself," she said, almost like she was talking more to the room than to him. "The power you touched—it's not ready. And neither are you."
Yuki frowned. "How do you know that?"
She walked over to the edge of his bed and looked at his aura—he could feel her staring into it, like she could see the fire still burning underneath his skin.
"Because I've seen others lose themselves to power like yours," she whispered. "And you're closer to that edge than you think."
He swallowed hard. "You… who are you?"
She didn't answer. Instead, she walked to the window again, pausing just before stepping out.
"Your name is no longer hidden. That means they'll come. Some to guide. Some to use. And some… to end you."
Yuki clenched his fists. "Then I'll be ready."
The girl gave him a glance over her shoulder—soft, almost sad.
"You will be. If you survive what's coming."
And like before, she vanished into the night, as if the moonlight itself had swallowed her.
Yuki stood alone in the silence, heart pounding.
The wind rustled through the open window.
And for the first time…
…it felt like the real fight was just beginning.
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End of Chapter 13