Creator of Death: True Darkness
He is my precious student

Raka is still asleep in her dreams, while the fight in the outside world is still ongoing.

"Evangelion. Do you think you can take my students easily huh?" Yama opened the conversation.

"Tsk. You reckon? If I can take one, then I should be able to take it for the second right?old buddy?"

"Ah. That's right, the first one I've considered my fault, the second one is my strength, and the third one is my miracle right?"

"You may not know, but he's special, Evangelion. And you won't be able to reach it, not a single bit " Yama said seriously.

"If I can't then neither can you, Yama" Evangelion threatened him.

"Oh? If so, can you explain your actions all along? Seizing my students huh?"

Evangelion. He really panicked when he heard the answer from Yama.

"I think you should change what you said before, what Yama could have, I can't have then I should take it"

Evangelion shook with his anger. He then slid off and attacked Yama silently.

Blows, kicks, alternating between Evangelion and Yama.

They were so fast that none of them could catch their movements.

Formations and magic attacks continue to be launched both, so fast, magic effects and formations can not be distinguished who launched them.

Their battle field was completely destroyed.

None of the soldiers dared to enter the fight, not even a word they could utter.

They could only watch and admire that great fight.

While Raka, she is still unconscious and asleep in her dreams.

After a long time of fighting, they then retreated and paused for a moment.

The battered state of Evangelion was filled with wounds.

While Yama only looks tired and wipe his sweat a few times.

'Tch! Am I going to lose again?' Evangelion in the Heart.

"Oh? Are you exhausted Evangelion??" Yama smiled kindly.

"Tch" Evangelion screeched in annoyance.

A moment later, 10 white shadows appeared and landed beside Evangelion.

They were the subordinates of Evangelion, some of them were former Yama disciples who defected from him.

Yama bit his lips in annoyance, however, among them were people he had trusted, and now he had to fight him as an enemy.

"Aahaha, Yama! I want to see how you renege on your own promise! As a teacher, you have a promise not to hurt your students, no matter what they do, right? that's what you told me back then"

Yama was silent. While the three of them advanced quickly came to Yama.

The fight again happened, this time three people against one person. Of course if he was an ordinary person then he would be overwhelmed facing his enemy at once.

But not for Yama, an attack like this was absolutely nothing to him

He continued to defend against attacking and injuring his former disciple, he said,

however, he promised each of their parents who had died.

Yama's memories drift during the first moment she meets Raka.

How he met a dying little boy.

About how the expression that was painted on Raka's petite face.

About how he felt when he was called a teacher by his little student.

Dimata Yama who already had many disciples before, this feeling was indeed nothing new to him.

But still, his meeting with Raka actually caused a certain impression.

He was neither his smallest nor his greatest student.

He was also not his genius or stupidest disciple.

He was also not his strongest or weakest disciple.

Or even a polite or annoying student to him.

To him, Raka was an ordinary disciple.

But, the feeling that grew during his time as his teacher was the strongest.

'This child is my precious disciple. There is no meaningful advantage to it.'

'But that doesn't mean he doesn't have it. The only advantage of him is, the feeling of belonging to each other that he has'