Itami No Chikara's
Being Yourself

What the hell does this mean?

"Itami No Chikara."

A black color instantly sprung from behind the red-eyed man's body. It is like a shadow, but it displays a vacuum in its darkness. It was impossible to express any sense other than the current shock.

The words of the red-eyed man began to change things. A black hand from the darkness moved around the man. Making a feeling of goosebumps for those who see it, namely Afian himself. Only the owner could not feel it.

"Receive ... yourself as me, Ian!"

"Rarghhhhahaaaaaarrh!"

The sound of shouting struck this darkened room. Ancient and gloomy scope because of the architecture of the building in the form of wood. Coupled with the darkness of that black hand.

There is only one word, but also one taste. Without significant physical injuries, but his nature is very self-torturing. Being in a dark hole, resulting in fingers that bind and stab.

This is the pain now felt Afian Ika Pratama.

"Rarghhaha!

The torment over the creator's black claws of pain made him continue shouting. Dark Eve had enveloped her, making it impossible to see her. Can only hear the sound of pain without any restrictions.

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"W-what the fuck! How could there be a half-human being here!"

Fear, an expression displayed in response to the black figure's bluff. The long black-haired little boy could only show his fear.

"Do nothing my son! Please!" Another black figure begged. His voice sounds different. It is like a mother who cares about her child.

The black figure that was bluffing could only screech. A man's voice is his identity. "If your son is not half like that, I have removed his spirit of life!"

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The sound of crying is heard. A room similar to a hut becomes a backdrop after the scope of the arid ground. A little boy with a black figure nearby. Both of them have long black hair, as well as sharp red netra.

Only the face and appearance of the little boy was clearly visible. It's like a five-year-old. His pale-looking white skin gave a fitting impression to his black hair.

"Cup cup cup ... don't cry, yes, Yian."

A black figure that had the appearance of a beautiful woman, but in the form of a dark silhouette. The figure looked calm and compassionate to the little boy named Yian. The child who was crying earlier.

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"Don't! Please don't take my son! I beg! Don't put Yian in there!"

"Shut up! There can't be half-human creatures here!"

"Mother! Hicks, hyx. Mama!"

A black figure called mother, another black figure had been on both sides. Tied tightly to his hand with a chain. Letting her plea be just the last word.

Other black figures also exist. Looks like the silhouette of a big man. In his hand, there was a black chain that tied the neck of a little boy named Yian. Little boy with red netra and long black hair.

Only sobs could be let out a black figure named mother. And so did the boy named Yian. The child is touted as a 'half-human being'.

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"Argh! Akhs! Aarghs! Aaaarghhhh!"

Whips, chains, sharp spines and all other black objects. The merciless sharp nature, the violence that is impossible to soften. This is the torture that produces the viscosity of blood.

A little boy named Yian. He was now in the torture chamber. Dark without light, and there was no one but him. There was only a puddle of blood of his own, as well as sharp weapons of black iron that were constantly coming.

"Aaaakhhh!" Yian shouted back.

His blood returned. Exit non-stop and wet the whole room. A narrow size intended to facilitate torture.

As for how many weapons came out of this circular wall, the wounds still healed on their own. Even though the pain continues to spread to a vacuum.

"Welloooooooo!"

The destruction came. The narrow room that encircled itself instantly disappeared. Darkness swallowed. The black color of the sharp weapon instantly disappeared. The noise came from a distance.

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"Quick! Find the boy! Don't let a taboo creature like him live!"

Footprints were left on the blood-soaked wasteland. Forest trees that appear dead, but live without producing oxygen. Black color is an identity for leaves and wood, while the soil has blood as a characteristic.

"Quick find him! Don't think that since her mother was killed, she could just be free!"

The high-voiced command word continued to be spread. The black figures clustered together and divided the group, running without feet treading on the ground.

Looking for a little boy named Yian who is actually in hiding. Hiding on the black, everlasting-looking shrub. Eliminate the air of existence and fear of self.

"Hiks .. mother …."

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"Huh, huh, huh, huh …."

"Don't run away!"

Footsteps that stepped on the ground, leaving behind a sense of fear and unwillingness. A few black figures accelerated the movement. As the air defies the wind, there is no word to set foot for them.

Only Yian tried to keep his spirit alive. While the black figure who was chasing him just wanted him to be gone.

"Shelf!" One of the black figures said a word.

The blood-covered wasteland cracked. Yian instantly widened his eyes, trying to stop before reaching the crack of the ground in front. Although his efforts are very useless.

"Yahoooooooooooo!"

The hole, that's what is created from the results of neatness said one of the black figures. Yian fell there, giving a happy impact to the black figure.

"With this, he will never exist again," said the black figure causing the crack of the ground as he flicked his finger, making the hole that swallowed Yian closed.

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"Yian my son …. Listen to this, yeah …. Whatever happens, no matter what life is around you, whoever is with you, you."

"Stay, be yourself, Yian."

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"There ....where am I?"- spreading eyes slowly"uh?"

Eyes open, sitting position replace lying posture. A little look was directed to the side. Makes another sense that stimulates the nerves startled.

"Hi, you finally realized" said the female figure who became the focus of the view.

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Created crack. Clear color produces white light on the fractional hole. Recording memories slowly disappeared, leaving dark marks on the mirror fragments without reflection.

Provides an opening to the vision to see after a scream of torture.

"Hah .. hah .. haah .. haah ..."-gathering awareness-"what .... happened to me, just now?"

Eyes circled, looking and looking around. There are no stringy wooden walls, only cement and ceramic walls. The background has changed, this is what happened.

Although it seems that not only the background and time change the identity.

"A-what ... What is this? Eh? Why ... I became like this? Uh?"

"What's this!"

One sentence containing two words successfully pronounced in a high tone. Afian Ika Pratama, a man who is a student in Junior High School Class IX, can only express disbelief.

The figure he knew had changed into another figure. It looked like a red-eyed man with long black hair. That's who he is now.

"Why ... I became like this!"