Before Valentine parted ways with him, he left him with his last conundrum. Was this path truly sustainable? Would Nenka really be able to live out the rest of his days this way? What would he do if he wasn't able to carry on anymore? His answer was just as stubborn as expected to be. His resolve simply wouldn't falter so easily from philosophical questions. This was the only path he had ever known, one he couldn't deviate from."If it crashes down... then that's just how it's going to be. There isn't much else to my life."
A simple answer that defined Nenka. This was undoubtedly a flaw and could come to haunt him in his future, but it is what compels him to live and grow. With the help of Valentine, he had now found an outlet to work towards being the hero of this world he wanted to be, in the form of Lux Orior. Without a doubt, Nenka was confident he would meet like minded individuals here. Their whole purpose was protecting the earth, after all.
As Valentine gave his parting ways, Nenka bowed his head out of respect. It wasn't too uncommon still in todays modern culture as a means of showing your respect to someone of higher status. Although, it might have seemed a bit out of place here or slightly awkward. He was just very excited by the opportunity infront of him and wasn't quite sure how to act. He was still a young man, 19 years old. Still a teenager. He gave his own farewells."Thank you so much, Valentine for bringing me here. I'm going to become as strong as I can with this power and protect and save our planet! I won't forget what you said, don't worry!"
He spoke with much enthusiasm. As he was parting, he wished to assure Valentine of his confidence in himself. Even if his path was flawed, with that level of determination and passion, he made it seem possible to achieve. He hoped to inspire that same confidence he had that it could work in the others that might have doubted him. They saw the statue of Azure and thought it must have been a great person if they got a statue in this place.
With Valentine guiding him here, it was now up to Nenka what he would do. As part of Lux Orior, he would have access to better resources and training to carry out his goals. It seemed like a no brainier as he wasn't quite sure what kind of power he had. For a moment, he remembered his friends dying. It filled him with a deep sadness and guilt, the emotions he had struggled with up until this point.
But then, Nenka remembered the first emotion he ever felt towards his situation. As a young child, seeing the carnage and death in Saburo. The ever looming threat that he might lose his life at any moment and his family. Children would usually be terrified of such a thing, being powerless to do anything. Nenka, however was different. He wanted to fight. He had that spirit from the very beginning. A rebellious soul, that didn't want to accept the status quo. He wanted change, more than anything else.
This is where he decided to be a hero. A hero that could save his city, and save any other city that needed it. No one had to suffer the same fate he did, or see the same atrocities. His passion well and truly, burnt. That's when Nenka felt it, a warm feeling on his hand. All of these emotions rushing through him, he embraced that warmth and with all of the passion he had - lit a fire in his hand. It did not burn him and glowed with a hazy green/purple mixture.
As that fire lit, something else lit up in Nenka's mind. It was like something had just clicked into place. He suddenly understood what had happened to him. As power flowed through him in the earlier event, he heard something telling him to be the "Flame Reaper".
They didn't understand at first, but now it was clear as the blue sky. The powers he had inherited, were powers of fire. With Nenka's passion and spirit to be a hero, it resonated with him on a spiritual level. Passion can often be described using fire associated terms. If you thought about it in this lens, it only made perfect sense that Nenka was the one to inherit the power that Poliro Tensol left behind. A young soul, full of energy and determination, who would burn brighter than any star in his attempts.
It was at that stage Nenka made a remark to himself that no one around him would understand. The fire he had created was not nearly large enough to attract immediate attention or concern from the others around him. "I understand what you meant by Flame Reaper..."
He couldn't help but strike a smug grin through solving that short lived mystery.
The man he had took these powers from was now gone, non existent. They had dreams of making the world better, through their immense power but was unable to make any change. They didn't have the passion, the blazing soul that is needed to see through such a tall order to the very end. This is where Nenka would succeed that man. With a powerful determination, soul alight power to make his ideals reality, no matter how difficult, or how much others tried to deter him from such a path. He had no regrets.This was the beginning of the story of Nenka Fotia. The heir to the Flame Reaper.
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