The Grand Hall of the Kingdom of Radiance shimmered like a temple of light. Golden chandeliers hung high above, casting warm brilliance over the gathered crowd. Polished marble gleamed beneath their feet. High banners of gold and crimson lined the towering walls, each bearing the crest of the kingdom, a radiant sun over crossed blades. Twenty young adventurers stood in perfect formation at the center of the hall, hearts pounding in their chests. At the head of the hall, upon the dais of white stone, stood King Shadis, his golden robes flowing like sunlight itself. His presence filled the room not through intimidation, but through sheer grace. He carried both warmth and gravity, a man who had seen empires rise and fall and still found hope in the next generation. At his sides stood the Gilded Blades, the legendary guild of Radiance.  Kaito Ishiro, his scarf draped loosely over one shoulder, leaned casually on his sword; Akira Namiki, regal and composed, her golden armor reflecting the hall’s light; Mei Hoshino, serene and poised, her violet gaze steady; Hiroto Makabe, hands in his pockets but eyes sharp with quiet pride; and Yumi Kurosawa, standing humbly with her hands folded, pink eyes glimmering with joy and disbelief that her own students had come this far. The air was reverent. Then, the King raised his hand. “Welcome,” he began, his voice deep and commanding, carrying across the marble hall with ease. “Each of you, sons and daughters of Radiance stand here today because you have proven yourselves worthy through hardship, perseverance, and heart.” He paused, eyes scanning the line of recruits. His gaze lingered briefly on Shunjiro, whose chest tightened beneath it. A single look from the King of Radiance was enough to make one feel seen. “This is the Adventurer’s Ceremony,” Shadis continued. “From this day forth, you are no longer trainees. You are adventurers, recognized by crown and kingdom alike.” A ripple of excitement passed through the recruits a mixture of disbelief, relief, and pride. “But,” Shadis said, lifting a hand, his voice growing softer but firmer, “this is only the beginning of your path. In the Kingdom of Radiance, all who start this journey begin at F rank, the foundation upon which true strength is built. From there, through valor, wisdom, and devotion, you will rise and perhaps, one day, to S rank and beyond.” A few murmurs spread among the crowd. Sora whispered under his breath, “F rank? Man, that’s brutal.” Lars elbowed him. “Gotta start somewhere.” Shadis smiled faintly, as though he’d heard them despite the distance. “Do not let the letter before your name define you. It is not your rank that carries meaning, it is the deeds that raise it.” He extended his arm, the light from the chandelier catching the crystal ring on his hand. “In Radiance, your worth is measured not by power alone, but by how you use it. Through service, honor, and unity, you may rise as far as your spirit dares to climb.” The room was silent, the recruits hanging on his every word. “Know this as well,” Shadis went on, his voice lowering. “Until you reach S rank, your journey remains within the Light Continent. Beyond our borders lie lands not yet ready to receive you. But one day…” His eyes gleamed with quiet fire. “One day, some of you will earn that right, to see what even I have not seen.” Shunjiro felt his heart stir. The dream of reaching beyond, of seeing the world that awaited past the horizon burned brighter than ever. The King smiled, softer now. “Remember: you may walk many paths. Join guilds, form your own, or serve directly under the crown. The world of adventurers is vast, and so are the ways to serve. But whatever you do…” His tone grew firm again. “Do it with pride. For every act you take, every battle you fight, every soul you protect you do it not only in your name, but in the name of Radiance itself.” He lowered his hand, the hall falling into reverent silence. Then, slowly, applause began to build first from the Gilded Blades, then from the crowd of spectators, until the great hall thundered with celebration. Kaito stepped forward next, his confident grin breaking the tension. “Not bad, huh?” he said, his voice carrying that trademark edge of cocky charm. “Five days of hell, and somehow, you’re all still breathing.” A few chuckles rippled through the crowd. “You’ve all shown promise,” Kaito continued, resting a hand on his sword. “Some of you…” his gaze flicked toward Shunjiro, Sora, Jayiden, Tetsuo, and a few others “even surprised me. But listen closely. Out there, it’s not exams or practice anymore. It’s real. The world doesn’t care how talented you are, it only cares if you survive.” He smirked. “So survive. Grow. And maybe, if you’re lucky, one day you’ll be strong enough to make me take you seriously.” The recruits laughed, though there was truth in his words. Akira Namiki stepped forward next, her golden armor gleaming. “You’ve earned your place,” she said. “But remember teamwork isn’t optional. Power alone is a blade without a handle. The moment you forget that, you’ll cut yourselves apart.” Mei Hoshino nodded beside her, folding her arms. “Discipline makes power meaningful. You’ve taken your first step. Keep walking.” Hiroto Makabe gave a small smile, his tone relaxed. “Just don’t get yourselves killed before your first payday. Radiance might need you longer than you think.” Laughter rippled again. And finally, Yumi Kurosawa stepped forward, her voice soft and wavering. “I–I’m proud of all of you,” she said, her hands clasped tightly together. “You’ve not only proven your strength, but your hearts. Please… don’t forget to help others along the way. Healing doesn’t only mean mending wounds, it means lifting people up when they fall.” Her words earned a round of heartfelt applause, even from the instructors. King Shadis raised a gleaming crystal scepter, and the entire hall was bathed in refracted light rainbows dancing across faces, armor, and banners alike. “From this day forward,” he proclaimed, “you are adventurers of Radiance, protectors of our kingdom, seekers of truth, and warriors of light. You begin at F rank… but your potential is limitless. Uphold our virtues, protect our lands, and may your courage carry you to greatness.” The recruits saluted, hands over their hearts. Then the hall erupted in cheers, loud, proud, and alive. As King Shadis lowered his crystal scepter, the light across the Grand Hall dimmed into a warm, golden glow. Then his voice, deep and steady, carried through the chamber once more. “Tonight,” he announced, “Radiance celebrates new beginnings. Let there be a feast and fellowship!” The crowd erupted into cheers. Long banquet tables began to roll in from the side halls, laden with roasted meats, fruit platters, and shining pitchers of honeyed drink. The fragrance of food and candlelight filled the air. Shadis smiled faintly as the adventurers stirred with new energy. “Use this night well,” he continued. “Form your bonds, your guilds, and your futures. The kingdom has invited all established guilds of Radiance to join the festivities. Speak with them. Learn from them. Or perhaps, begin your own.” The twenty new adventurers exchanged glances, some wide-eyed, others already whispering with excitement. The line broke. Laughter and chatter filled the Grand Hall as music began to play. Guild banners unfurled from the balconies, familiar names like Crimson Lotus, The Titans, Silver Edge, and Aurora Dawn. Representatives from the veteran guilds mingled with the recruits, their badges gleaming under the chandelier light. And yet, amid the celebration, Shunjiro Tenzai stood quietly near the edge of the room, his thoughts racing faster than his pulse. He looked down at his hands, hands still faintly trembling from the ceremony and felt an ache of disbelief. It’s real. I did it. All around him, voices overlapped: laughter, clinking glasses, people forming teams, shouting names, shaking hands. But Shunjiro’s mind was elsewhere, with faces far away. He thought of his father, Jiro, with his deep laugh and unyielding pride. He thought of his mother, Ayla, whose warmth had carried him through every failure. And most of all… He thought of Takeshi, his older brother who vanished years ago. His hand went instinctively to the necklace around his neck, the small sun-shaped pendant Takeshi had given him before leaving home. The crystal at its center caught the light from the chandeliers, gleaming brighter than he’d ever seen it. A quiet smile curved on his lips. “Guess I made it, huh?” he whispered under his breath. Now came the next step. Creating a guild. And then, no matter what it took, finding Takeshi. But as his excitement swelled, a wave of doubt followed close behind. He glanced around the crowded hall, at the confident laughter of other recruits, at the polished armor of elite guild members, at Kaito’s group standing proudly together and suddenly felt small again. Who would even want to join me? I barely understand my own power. There are so many better choices than… me. He sighed softly, running a thumb across the pendant. “All well,” he muttered. “I’ll find him. Even if I have to do it alone.” “Alone?” The gentle voice startled him. Shunjiro turned and froze. Standing in front of him was Itsuki Nozomi, her long black hair shimmering under the golden light. The glow of the chandeliers danced in her ocean-blue eyes. Shunjiro blinked, caught off guard. “Oh uh, hey, Itsuki!” She smiled brightly, the kind of smile that could melt away tension like sunlight breaking through clouds. “Congratulations, Shunjiro.” “Same to you,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “You were incredible out there. The healers… you saved lives.” Her cheeks flushed faintly. “Th-thank you.” There was a beat of silence, comfortable. “So, uh…” Shunjiro started, glancing around the hall. “What’s your plan now?” Itsuki tilted her head, pretending to think. “Hmm… what about you first?” He laughed nervously. “Honestly? I don’t really know. But I… kinda want to create a guild.” His tone softened, earnest. “One that welcomes all kinds of people, strong, weak, weird, whatever. I want Yoshinori, Tetsuo, maybe even Sora…” He paused, grinning. “…even though he’s a jerk.” Itsuki covered her mouth, laughing. “Oh? And I’m not on that list?” Shunjiro froze, eyes wide. “Wha- no! I didn’t mean it like that! I just- I thought- I mean- you’re already-” She giggled softly. “Relax, Shunjiro. I’m teasing.” He rubbed his neck again, trying to hide the deep red creeping up his face. Then, taking a steady breath, he looked at her seriously. “So… I really want to do this. Forming a guild, I mean. Will you-” Itsuki held up a hand, her expression soft but confident. “Shunjiro, you don’t have to ask.” He blinked. “What do you mean?” Her eyes met his, glowing with quiet conviction. “I’ve already decided. Wherever you go, I’m going too.” Shunjiro’s breath caught. “I’ll help you find your brother,” Itsuki continued. “And I’ll heal every wound we face along the way. Because I believe in you. Just like I know you’ll help me chase my own dreams.” The sincerity in her voice struck something deep inside him, something he hadn’t realized he’d been missing until that moment. “It’s decided, then,” he said softly. “You and me. Founding a brand-new guild.” Itsuki nodded, her eyes bright with excitement. “We’ll need a name.” He grinned. “Yeah… but that can come later.” She tilted her head, teasing again. “You know we can’t even register a guild without a third member, right?” Shunjiro laughed. “Right. Rules. Rules.” “So,” she asked, “anyone in mind?” He didn’t even have to think about it. “Yoshinori.” Itsuki smiled knowingly. “I thought you’d say that.” “Yeah,” he said, glancing across the hall where Yoshinori stood, speaking quietly with Aiko and Ryuji. “He’s strong, calm, and… reliable. The kind of person a guild needs.” Itsuki nodded. “Then what are we waiting for?” Shunjiro blinked. “Wait, right now?” She laughed, grabbing his wrist and tugging him toward the crowd. “Of course! If we wait until tomorrow, someone else will snatch him up!” “Wha- hey! Slow down!” Shunjiro stumbled after her, his laughter echoing through the hall as the two disappeared into the group of adventurers, weaving through gold and scarlet banners, chasing the spark of something new. Shunjiro and Itsuki made their way through the crowd, scanning faces and banners for Yoshinori. They hadn’t gone far before a familiar voice called out. “Itsuki!” They turned and there she was. Aira Tatsuki stood beside an older woman with flowing silver-pink hair and a confident, battle-tested aura. The resemblance was unmistakable. Rei Tatsuki, Aira’s older sister, and the leader of the S-ranked guild, The Titans. Rei was deep in conversation with another guild member, her tone calm and assured, but her eyes flicked toward Shunjiro and Itsuki with quiet curiosity before returning to her discussion. Aira, on the other hand, brightened immediately. She waved them over, her blue eyes sparkling in the warm light. “Itsuki! You both did so well!” she said, clasping her hands together. “I was hoping I’d run into you before the night ended!” Itsuki smiled warmly. “You too, Aira. You were amazing during the healer trials.” Aira laughed softly, brushing a lock of her pink hair behind her ear. “Oh, stop, I was a nervous wreck the entire time.” “Could’ve fooled me,” Shunjiro said, grinning. “You looked like you had it all figured out.” Aira’s cheeks colored slightly. “Thanks… that means a lot.” Aira’s expression softened. “That’s my sister, Rei. She’s the one I told you about, remember? The leader of The Titans.” Shunjiro blinked. “Wait, that’s Rei Tatsuki?” Aira giggled at his astonished tone. “Yup. She’s… kind of a big deal.” “I’ll say,” Shunjiro said under his breath, watching Rei for a moment in quiet awe. Aira tilted her head. “So, what are you two up to?” Itsuki smiled. “Actually… I’m joining Shunjiro’s guild.” Aira’s eyes widened. “You’re forming a guild?” Shunjiro nodded, trying to sound confident despite the slight flush creeping up his neck. “Yeah. We’re starting from scratch brand new, no name yet. We’d love to have you too, Aira. Could really use another healer.” Aira blinked, stunned by the offer then blushed, her voice softening. “That’s… really sweet of you to ask. I’m honored, Shunjiro. Really.” She looked down for a moment, then smiled, a little apologetic but full of warmth. “But I already promised my sister I’d join The Titans. She wants to train me personally.” Shunjiro’s jaw dropped. “Wait, you’re joining an S-ranked guild?” Aira nodded shyly. “I guess so. I still can’t believe she wants me there. I’ll probably be the weakest one for a while.” “Still,” Shunjiro said, grinning, “that’s incredible. You’ll do amazing. Rei wouldn’t have asked if she didn’t believe in you.” Aira’s blush deepened, but her smile brightened. “Thank you, Shunjiro. Coming from you, that means a lot.” Itsuki laughed softly, nudging Shunjiro’s arm. “See? You’re already inspiring people.” He rubbed the back of his neck, flustered. “I-I’m just saying what’s true.” Aira chuckled, her voice full of affection. “You two are going to make a great team. I can already tell.” “Same to you,” Itsuki said warmly. “When you’re leading The Titans one day, don’t forget about us little F-rankers.” Aira giggled. “Deal. But you’d better not stay F-rank for long, or I’ll have to come drag you up myself.” They shared a laugh before Aira glanced back Rei was gesturing to her, finished with her conversation. “I guess that’s my cue,” Aira said softly. “Good luck with your guild, both of you. I have a feeling we’ll cross paths again someday.” Shunjiro nodded firmly. “We will.” Itsuki smiled. “Count on it.” Aira gave one last wave before hurrying back to her sister’s side. Rei looked over at Shunjiro and Itsuki briefly, her calm eyes assessing, almost measuring them before she turned and led Aira toward the far exit of the hall. As the sisters disappeared into the golden light, Shunjiro let out a small breath. “An S-rank guild, huh? Guess she’s already reaching for the stars.” Itsuki smiled, eyes following the fading figures. “That’s what we’re all trying to do, right?” Shunjiro glanced down at the pendant around his neck, its sun-shaped crystal gleaming faintly in the candlelight. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “One step at a time.” They exchanged a small smile before heading back into the crowd, the air around them still humming with music, laughter, and possibility. Near one of the banquet tables, Yoshinori Raikawa stood with Aiko Hanabi and Ryuji Sayo, the three of them talking quietly. Aiko was smiling about something, while Ryuji as usual was in the middle of an animated story, hands flying as he tried to make them laugh. Itsuki and Shunjiro approached. “Hey, Yoshinori,” Shunjiro called. Aiko’s laughter faded as she turned, giving Itsuki a curious glance, part surprise, part intrigue. “Itsuki,” she said, tilting her head. “You again.” Itsuki offered a small, polite smile. “Nice to see you too, Aiko.” Ryuji gave Shunjiro a grin. “Yo, Shunjiro! What’s up?” Shunjiro smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. “Hey! So uh, mind if we borrow Yoshinori for a second?” Yoshinori turned, eyebrow arched, his calm demeanor never wavering. “Shunjiro. What’s up?” Shunjiro hesitated for a second. He took a deep breath. “So… I’m forming a guild. Me and Itsuki are starting it together. And, well-” he scratched his cheek awkwardly “-I wanted to see if you’d join us.” Yoshinori studied him silently, one hand resting on his belt, expression unreadable. Shunjiro continued quickly, “I know you’re not big on big organizations or crowded guilds. But that’s kinda the point, we’ll be small, focused. Nimble. And we already know we work well together.” Itsuki stepped in, her tone light but sincere. “You’re strong, Yoshinori, and you’re sharp. You don’t just fight well, you think well. With you, we’d have balance. It wouldn’t just be a guild, it’d be a real team.” Yoshinori’s eyes softened slightly. He took a moment to think, the faint sound of music and laughter filling the silence between them. Finally, he nodded once, his lips curving into a small grin. “I’m not exactly the ‘join a team’ type,” he said quietly. “I prefer to move on my own. No rules, no expectations.” He paused, his blue eyes flicking toward Shunjiro. “But…” Shunjiro held his breath. “…I’ll join. For now.” Itsuki’s eyes widened. “Really?” Yoshinori nodded. “Yes. But only under one condition.” He raised a finger. “If our goals ever diverge, if my personal research leads me elsewhere, I won’t stay out of obligation. I can’t make promises I don’t intend to keep.” Shunjiro blinked, then smiled not disappointed, but understanding. “That’s fine. We’re all chasing something, right? But…” He grinned a little wider. “I’ve got a feeling you’ll end up liking it with us too much to leave.” A rare chuckle escaped Yoshinori, low and brief. “Don’t get cocky, Shunjiro.” Shunjiro laughed. “Deal.” From the side, Aiko tilted her head, curiosity lighting her face. “Wait, what’s this about forming a guild?” Shunjiro turned to her. “Yeah, me, Itsuki, and Yoshinori. We’re gonna start small and work our way up.” Aiko’s expression brightened. “That’s so cool! You guys are seriously doing it?” “Yep,” Itsuki said cheerfully. “Starting from the ground up.” Aiko smiled, but there was something wistful in her eyes as she looked at Yoshinori. He’s already joining someone else, she thought. I guess that means… Shunjiro noticed her pause and asked, “What about you, Aiko? Got plans yet?” Before she could answer, Ryuji stepped up, resting an arm around her shoulders with his usual grin. “Yeah, we’ve got plans. We’re teaming up just the two of us.” Aiko blinked up at him, surprised for a moment, but then nodded with a quiet smile. “That’s right.” Ryuji puffed his chest out. “We’re gonna be a two-man team and reach SSS rank.” Shunjiro’s eyebrows shot up. “Two people? You’re serious?” “Dead serious,” Ryuji said, grin unwavering. “We’re gonna climb to the top and shove it in our families’ faces.” Itsuki blinked, startled. “Your families?” Aiko looked down briefly, her voice softer. “We were both raised by… people who cared more about power than us. Let’s just say they didn’t think we’d amount to much.” Her tone darkened for a moment, then she smiled again, brushing it off. “So, we’re gonna prove them wrong. Together.” There was a quiet understanding between the four of them then, a shared feeling of wanting to become something more than what others expected. Shunjiro nodded slowly. “I get that. For what it’s worth… I believe you will.” Ryuji smirked. “Obviously.” Itsuki smiled warmly. “Then let’s all promise to meet again at the top.” Aiko’s grin returned, her energy back in full. “You’re on.” The four of them exchanged quick nods before Yoshinori stepped forward, offering his hand to Aiko. “Good luck, Aiko. Ryuji.” She shook his hand gently. “Same to you, Yoshinori. Try not to let Shunjiro talk you into something reckless.” Yoshinori chuckled faintly. “No promises.” Ryuji crossed his arms, grinning. “Hey, when your guild gets famous, make sure to tell everyone you trained with us.” Shunjiro laughed. “Deal.” They all went their separate ways after that, laughter and music still filling the hall. Yoshinori turned to Shunjiro as they walked. “So, it’s us three now. Just the start of something.” Shunjiro nodded. “Yeah. For now.” He looked out across the glowing feast hall, banners of Radiance waving overhead. “But I’ve got two more people in mind before we’re done.” Itsuki raised an eyebrow, smiling knowingly. “Two more?” Shunjiro’s eyes gleamed with quiet determination. “Yeah…” Shunjiro turned his head, the noise of the feast fading for a moment as his gaze caught on someone familiar across the hall. Tetsuo Shinseki was laughing boisterously near one of the food tables, a massive plate in one hand and a mug in the other, already on his third serving of roasted meat. His dark cloak was dusted with crumbs, and his grin was as wide as ever. “There he is,” Shunjiro said with a grin. Itsuki followed his gaze. “Oh no,” she said, trying not to laugh. “You’re not seriously thinking-” But before she could finish, Shunjiro was already heading over. Tetsuo looked up as they approached. “Yo! Shunjiro!” he called, raising his mug. “Didn’t think we would survive Kaito’s training!” Shunjiro chuckled. “Barely did. But you look like you’re already celebrating.” Tetsuo shrugged, grinning. “Gotta enjoy the moment. Food’s free and I’m starving!” Shunjiro laughed and leaned against the table. “So, Tetsuo, what’s your plan? You joining a guild?” Tetsuo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Eh, haven’t decided. I figure I’ll join one of those rich guilds. You know, get paid good coin, live easy, maybe get a cool uniform.” Shunjiro smirked. “What if,” he said, lowering his voice dramatically, “you joined my guild?” Tetsuo blinked, mid-bite. “Your guild?” “Yeah,” Shunjiro said, smiling. “It’s me, Itsuki, Yoshinori, and you if you’re in. We won’t make the most at first, but one day…” His eyes gleamed with that familiar fire. “We’ll be the best guild in the world.” Tetsuo froze for a second then grinned. “Best in the world, huh?” He slammed his plate down, extending his hand. “Now that’s the kind of goal I can get behind!” Their hands met in a loud, powerful clap that echoed through the hall. “I’m in!” Tetsuo declared, laughing.  Itsuki smiled softly beside them. “Welcome aboard, Tetsuo.” Yoshinori stood behind her, arms crossed, expression unreadable. He’s really recruiting him? he thought. This guy… is he just collecting idiots? Shunjiro turned back toward Yoshinori. “That makes four of us. Now, there’s just one more.” Yoshinori sighed. “Let me guess it’s someone just as loud as this one?” Shunjiro grinned. “Louder.” Across the hall, Sora Ayanami was laughing with Lars Tanabe and Ryota Masuda at one of the side tables, a drink in hand and his usual cocky grin plastered on his face. Yuki Kyosei stood a few paces away, calm and composed, speaking quietly with Akira Namiki. When Sora spotted Shunjiro approaching, his grin widened. “Well, look who it is, the shrimp himself!” Shunjiro sighed. “I knew you were gonna say that.” “Of course!” Sora said proudly, leaning back in his chair. “Gotta keep you humble.” Itsuki giggled softly behind Shunjiro, while Yoshinori muttered under his breath, “This is going to be painful to watch.” Shunjiro folded his arms. “Listen, Sora. I’m forming a guild. Me, Itsuki, Yoshinori, and Tetsuo. We’re starting from scratch, no fancy name, no sponsors, just ambition. I want you to join us.” Sora blinked, then smirked. “You’re serious?” “Completely,” Shunjiro said. Sora burst out laughing. “That’s hilarious. But nah, I already got plans.” Shunjiro frowned. “Plans?” Sora gestured at the three beside him. “Yeah. I’m teaming up with Lars, Ryota, and Yuki. We’re gonna make our own name out there. Can’t have two guilds with shrimp leaders competing for scraps.” Shunjiro rolled his eyes. “You’re a jerk, you know that?” “Biggest one in Radiance,” Sora said proudly. Yoshinori spoke up, his tone calm but sharp. “You talk a lot for someone who lost to me.” The grin faltered on Sora’s face for half a second then he snorted. “I like you, lightning boy. One day, we’ll cross paths again and see how much we’ve both improved.” He turned back to Shunjiro, pointing his cup toward him. “You too, shrimp. Don’t go dying before then. You surprised me in these exams, seriously. So prove you’re not just lucky. Prove you’re not small-time.” Shunjiro grinned back. “I’ll prove it when I reach SSS rank first.” Sora barked out a laugh. “Yeah right! You’ll need a ladder just to reach S!” The two stared at each other for a long moment before both cracked into wide grins. “Deal,” Shunjiro said. “Deal,” Sora replied. “Now get lost.” Before Shunjiro could fire back, a soft voice interrupted them. “Excuse me,” Yumi Kurosawa said, walking up with her staff in hand. Her pink eyes flickered between the group, her tone hesitant. “I was told two of you were still recovering from injuries?” “Yeah,” Sora said, nodding toward Lars and Ryota. “These idiots nearly got turned into ghoul chow.” “Hey!” Ryota protested weakly. “I still look good, though.” Lars gave a thumbs-up. “Barely.” Yumi smiled kindly, kneeling beside them. “You’re lucky. But you both need to stop overexerting yourselves. Using all your spiritual energy in one attack might look cool, but it leaves you defenseless.” Sora rubbed his neck awkwardly. “Yeah… I might’ve mentioned that once or twice.” Yumi giggled gently. “Then I’ll remind you in a way you’ll remember.” She raised her hands, her palms glowing with faint pink light. The air around them hummed like a soft vibration of music. Gentle sound waves rippled outward from her fingertips, each one carrying warmth instead of noise. The waves shimmered in the air, resonating with a low, soothing tone like a distant lullaby echoing through the hall. Wherever the sound touched, cuts closed, bruises faded, and color returned to their faces. Lars blinked, sitting up straighter. “Whoa… that felt weird.” Ryota rolled his shoulders, eyes wide. “Like I just got hugged by a song.” Yumi smiled, lowering her hands as the final note faded into silence. “Good. Then maybe you’ll remember it next time.” When she finished, she stood and gave Shunjiro’s group a small, approving nod. “Congratulations on your guild,” she said gently. “I have a feeling it’ll go far.” “Thanks, Yumi,” Itsuki said with a bright smile. “That means a lot.” Yumi nodded and turned to leave, her soft voice fading into the hum of the hall. Sora crossed his arms, grinning. “Guess that makes it official then. Two new guilds, two different paths.” Shunjiro nodded. “Yeah. Just don’t fall behind.” Sora smirked. “We’ll see.” As they walked away, Yoshinori adjusted his collar. “So that’s it then? You’ve got your team?” Shunjiro grinned. “Yeah. For now.” Itsuki clasped her hands together, smiling warmly. “Four strong hearts. I’d say that’s a good start.” Tetsuo threw an arm around Shunjiro’s shoulder, laughing. “And one big dreamer leading the charge.” “Don’t forget broke,” Yoshinori muttered. “Hey,” Shunjiro shot back, “give it time. You’ll be bragging about this guild one day.” “Maybe,” Yoshinori said with a small smirk. “If we survive long enough.” Shunjiro laughed. “Then we’d better start soon.” The four of them stood together, Shunjiro, Itsuki, Yoshinori, and Tetsuo the newly-formed core of a guild that didn’t yet have a name, but already carried the spark of something legendary. “Alright,” Shunjiro said, glancing toward the far end of the hall where Kaito stood, talking with Akira and Mei. “All that’s left now is to make it official.” The feast was still alive in the distance, music, laughter, and light spilling from the grand hall like waves of gold washing over the marble streets of Radiance. But Jayiden was no longer there to bask in it. He stepped out into the cool night air, the echo of the ceremony fading behind him. His black cloak swayed gently with each stride as he crossed the courtyard, the hood shadowing his face. He didn’t look back. The streets were quieter now with only a few late-night vendors packing up, the soft flicker of lanterns dancing along the cobblestones. Jayiden kept to the edges of the road, boots silent against the stone. His sharp eyes scanned every corner, every window, making sure no one followed. The grand gates of the Kingdom of Radiance loomed ahead, their ornate sun-engraved metal glinting faintly under the moonlight. Two guards stood at either side, but Jayiden moved like smoke, slipping between shadows, waiting for the moment when they turned their heads. He passed through undetected. Outside the walls, the energy of Radiance changed completely. The outer district  where common folk lived buzzed faintly even at this hour. Dim lanterns hung from wooden beams, flickering over humble stone homes and weathered shops. The laughter and luxury of the inner city felt like another world. Jayiden kept walking until the streets thinned and the chatter died away. At the edge of the outer wall stood an old fountain, cracked and overgrown with ivy. Moonlight rippled across its still water. At the center was a statue of the Sun God, its stone hands raised toward the sky, a faint glimmer of reflected starlight on its face. Someone sat beneath it. Jayiden slowed his steps. The man’s head tilted slightly as if he’d known Jayiden would arrive before he even appeared. Jayiden lowered his hood and approached. “I came as ordered.” The figure beneath the fountain stood. The movement was fluid, confident, a man entirely sure of his power. His cloak was black trimmed with dark violet, the fabric moving like liquid shadow. “Well done,” the man said, voice low and amused. “You’ve been a good boy.” Jayiden’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. The man chuckled at his silence. “Now that you’re officially recognized as an adventurer of Radiance, step one of our plan is complete.” He turned, the moonlight catching on the massive weapon strapped to his back, long and thick, wrapped tightly in a cloth. The outline was impossible to miss. Whatever it was, it radiated danger. Jayiden’s gaze lingered on it. “That weapon… is it-” “Don’t ask questions that aren’t yours to ask,” the man interrupted smoothly. His tone wasn’t harsh, but it cut like a blade. “Your only concern is obedience.” He reached up and pulled back his hood. Underneath was a man who looked no older than his mid-twenties, jet-black hair slicked back, sharp features chiseled in confidence, and violet eyes that gleamed with both intelligence and cruelty. His smile was calm, but there was something venomous beneath it. “I’ve been waiting for this,” he said softly. “An inside link to Radiance.” Jayiden stared back, his fists tightening at his sides. “I’ve kept my end of the deal. Now tell me, when do I get my chance at revenge?” The man’s grin widened. “Patience, Jayiden. Every revenge worth having takes time. For now, play your part. Obey every command. Earn their trust.” He stepped closer, his presence suffocating, a predator circling its prey. “In time,” he whispered, “you’ll have everything you’ve ever wanted. Power. Freedom. And the blood of the ones who wronged you.” Jayiden’s jaw clenched, his eyes burning. “As long as you keep your word.” The man chuckled and turned away, the faint jingling of metal breaking the silence. That’s when Jayiden noticed them, a pair of silver earrings, each shaped like crescent moons, dangling from the man’s ears. They caught the moonlight, glowing faintly purple. The symbol tugged at Jayiden’s memory, a mark he’d seen once before, long ago. His eyes widened slightly. “Those earrings…” The man didn’t turn around. “Curiosity is dangerous, boy. Focus on your orders.” He started walking toward the forest path beyond the fountain. “Come. This is only the beginning.” Jayiden hesitated for a moment, looking back toward the distant glow of Radiance, the city that now celebrated a new generation of heroes. Then he pulled his hood up once more and followed the man into the shadows. His footsteps were silent. His resolve was not. The night swallowed them whole. And in the silence that followed, the faint ripples in the fountain’s water shimmered under the statue of the Sun God, the light trembling, as if even it feared what was coming next. The celebrations had begun to wind down in the grand hall. Music softened, laughter turned to quiet chatter, and the golden light from the chandeliers shimmered faintly over half-empty tables. At the far end of the room, Kaito Ishiro stood with Akira Namiki, speaking casually near the open balcony. The night wind carried the faint scent of cherry blossom and torch flame. That’s when Shunjiro, with Itsuki, Yoshinori, and Tetsuo at his side, approached. “Uh Kaito?” Shunjiro began, scratching the back of his neck. Kaito turned, one eyebrow raised. “Hmm? What’s up?” Shunjiro smiled nervously. “We wanted to talk to you about… creating a guild.” Kaito blinked once, then smirked. “Already, huh?” He looked between them. “You want to do this right now?” Shunjiro nodded. “Yeah. While we’re all here.” Akira gave a knowing smile. “Looks like you’ve inspired the next generation already.” Kaito gave a mock bow. “What can I say? My students learn fast.” He turned back to the group. “Alright then come with me.” He excused himself from Akira with a casual wave, then motioned for them to follow. The group trailed behind as Kaito led them through a quiet corridor that branched off from the banquet hall. The noise of the feast faded behind them, replaced by the soft echo of boots on polished marble. At the end of the hallway stood a dark oak door with a gleaming brass plate that read: “Kaito Ishiro – Gilded Blades.” Kaito pushed it open. “Welcome to my messy little corner of Radiance.” Inside, the room was surprisingly tidy for someone of his reputation, papers stacked neatly on the desk, a few old quest reports bound with gold ribbon. On one wall hung a cracked katana, displayed in a black frame. Beneath it was a small engraved plate: “To remember the lesson that strength always costs something.” Opposite that was a large painting of the sun and the moon, their light blending together at the center in a soft eclipse. The contrast, day and night, heat and calm felt strangely fitting for Kaito. He sat down behind his desk and motioned toward the chairs opposite him. “Have a seat.” The four sat down, trying to look composed, though Tetsuo was visibly fidgeting, and Shunjiro’s leg was bouncing. “So,” Kaito began, leaning back in his chair, “you’ve decided to make this official, huh? A guild of your own?” Shunjiro nodded. “Yeah. We talked it over. We’re all in.” Kaito’s grin softened into something more genuine. “I like it. You’ve got a solid mix of skill sets and personalities, a balanced group, actually. Healing, lightning, stone, and leadership.” His eyes glinted. “And a shared stubbornness problem. Perfect foundation for a guild.” Itsuki laughed softly. “That sounds about right.” “Alright then,” Kaito said, resting his elbows on the desk. “What’s the name?” Silence. Shunjiro blinked. “Uh…” He looked at the others. “Anyone?” Itsuki frowned, thinking. Yoshinori tapped his chin. Tetsuo looked like he had been waiting for this exact question. Then, “I got it,” Tetsuo said proudly, sitting up straight. “The Strongest Guild.” The room went dead silent. Even Kaito blinked a few times, trying to process it. Then, suddenly, he broke into laughter loud, unrestrained, the kind that echoed off the walls. “Oh man,” Kaito wheezed, “I needed that. The Strongest Guild? Seriously?” Yoshinori dragged a hand down his face. “You cannot be serious, Tetsuo.” Tetsuo shrugged. “What? It’s confident! People will know we’re the best right away.” Itsuki giggled. “Or they’ll think we’re delusional.” Shunjiro chuckled, despite himself. “I mean… it’s got a ring to it.” “Don’t encourage him,” Yoshinori muttered. “Relax,” Shunjiro said, still smiling. “We’ll think of something better. For now, can we go without a name?” Kaito leaned back, smirk returning. “Technically, yes. You can register as a provisional guild, nameless, until you pick something permanent. But don’t keep me waiting too long. Paperwork’s annoying enough as it is.” He reached into a drawer and pulled out a stack of forms, official Radiance Guild Registration documents, embossed with the royal seal. “Now,” Kaito said, flipping through the pages, “before you start signing your souls away a few rules.” He began ticking points off with his fingers. “You start as an F-rank guild. That means you can only take quests up to one rank higher, D-rank. Fetch missions, patrols, pest control, minor subjugations, the usual beginner grind.” Tetsuo groaned quietly. “No glory quests, huh?” “Not yet,” Kaito said. “Earn your stripes, complete missions, build a name. As you climb, you’ll get access to Radiance facilities, guild halls, special armories, information channels.” He leaned forward slightly, voice softening. “You’ll also get noticed. Which means expectations and responsibility. Once you’re on the board, every action reflects on this kingdom.” Shunjiro nodded seriously. “We understand.” Kaito studied their faces for a moment, the eager determination in Shunjiro’s eyes, the quiet confidence in Itsuki’s, Yoshinori’s cool composure, and Tetsuo’s unfiltered excitement. Then, he smiled. “Yeah. I think you’ll do fine.” He slid the forms across the desk. “Sign here, all of you.” Each one leaned forward in turn Shunjiro first, his signature bold but slightly uneven; Itsuki’s neat and elegant; Yoshinori’s efficient and sharp; Tetsuo’s… barely legible. When the last page was done, Kaito gathered the stack, stamped it with the Radiance seal, and leaned back in his chair. “Well,” he said, voice calm but proud, “it’s official. Congratulations. You’re now a registered guild under the Kingdom of Radiance.” Shunjiro exhaled, a small grin spreading across his face. “Feels good.” Tetsuo punched his shoulder lightly. “Told you it’d happen!” Itsuki beamed. “Our first step as a team.” Yoshinori allowed himself the faintest smile. “Let’s hope our next steps aren’t off a cliff.” Kaito chuckled. “You’ll be fine.” He stood, motioning toward the door. “Now get out of my office before I make you clean it as your first mission.” The group had already stood to leave when Shunjiro, lingering near the door, hesitated. He turned back toward Kaito, something unresolved burning behind his eyes. “Kaito,” he began, voice quieter now, “can I ask you one more thing?” Kaito glanced up from his desk, curious. “Go ahead.” Shunjiro took a breath, steadying himself. “Have you ever heard of someone named Takeshi Tenzai?” He swallowed hard. “He’s my older brother.” The question hung in the air like a sudden chill. Kaito’s expression didn’t falter at first, not immediately. But Shunjiro caught it: the barest flicker of something beneath the surface. Not recognition. Not surprise. Disgust.  It flashed in Kaito’s eyes for half a second cold, visceral, the kind of emotion too deep to fake, before it vanished behind a perfectly neutral mask. His gaze hardened, his jaw tightening ever so slightly as he leaned back in his chair. “Takeshi,” Kaito repeated slowly, his tone even but distant. “Sorry. Can’t say the name rings a bell.” But the way he said it… the way his shoulders tensed, his gaze briefly lowering to the desk before flicking back up, it didn’t match his words. The temperature in the room seemed to drop. Shunjiro felt it, the wall that had gone up in Kaito’s eyes. Caution. Hesitation. Something. He forced a small nod. “Right… thanks anyway.” Kaito cleared his throat, his tone brisk again. “If that’s all, you’re dismissed. Good luck with your new guild.” His attention dropped back to the stack of documents in front of him, as if the conversation were already forgotten. But Shunjiro knew better. He glanced at the others, Itsuki, Yoshinori, and Tetsuo and gave a faint nod. They turned and left together. The door closed behind them with a soft click. Inside the office, Kaito sat motionless for a long time, the pen frozen between his fingers. The silence stretched until he finally let out a quiet sigh. “So…” he murmured under his breath. “Shunjiro is his younger brother, huh?” His eyes narrowed, the faintest trace of conflict clouding his expression. “They’re nothing alike.” He leaned back in his chair, gaze drifting toward the cracked katana on the wall. For a moment, the mask slipped a mix of regret and something unspoken crossing his face before he shook his head and refocused on his paperwork. But the thought lingered, heavy and unwelcome. Out in the corridor, the atmosphere was quiet, almost solemn. The echo of their footsteps filled the long hallway. Itsuki was the first to break the silence. She reached out, gently touching Shunjiro’s arm. “Hey,” she said softly, “you okay? I noticed Kaito’s reaction when you mentioned your brother. It was… off, right?” Shunjiro exhaled slowly, a knot forming in his chest. “Yeah. Definitely off.” His brows furrowed. “I don’t know if he really doesn’t know Takeshi or if he’s pretending. But the second I said the name, something changed.” He rubbed the back of his neck, frustration flickering in his voice. “Maybe it’s just me imagining things… but it stings. I was hoping he’d know something. Anything.” Itsuki’s eyes softened with understanding. “Then we’ll find out ourselves. There has to be some record, a mission log, old guild entry, something. He’s been gone five years, right?” Shunjiro nodded. “Yeah. Five years.” She smiled, her tone firm but warm. “Then that’s where we start. If Kaito won’t tell us, we’ll dig on our own.” Before Shunjiro could reply, Tetsuo scratched his head, clearly lost. “Uh, sorry, guys, but I’m a little out of the loop here. Who exactly is Takeshi? And why are we suddenly turning into detectives?” Shunjiro slowed to a stop, looking at the floor for a moment before speaking. “Right. I never explained.” He turned slightly, his voice quiet. “Takeshi’s my older brother. He left home five years ago to become an adventurer here in Radiance. He was strong, confident, the one everyone thought would make it big.” He smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Then one day, he just disappeared. No letters. No trace. Nothing.” Tetsuo’s grin faded. “Oh. Wow.” He rubbed his neck. “I had no idea. So Kaito’s reaction…” “It might mean something,” Itsuki said gently. “But we’re not sure what. If Kaito knows more, he’s not ready to tell us.” Yoshinori folded his arms, his tone practical but not cold. “At our current rank, there’s no way we’d have access to high-level records. Guild archives, restricted quest logs, adventurer registries all of that’s sealed to F-rankers. We’d need clearance.” Shunjiro looked up, catching his meaning. “So… we need to climb the ranks.” Yoshinori nodded. “Exactly. The stronger we get, the more doors we can open figuratively and literally. Eventually, we’ll get to the truth.” Shunjiro’s eyes widened slightly. “So you’ll help me?” Yoshinori gave a small nod, a rare hint of warmth in his voice. “I’m part of this guild, aren’t I? If one of us needs something, the rest of us help.” A slow smile spread across Shunjiro’s face, relief washing over him. He looked at each of them in turn and felt pride swell in his chest. “What would I do without you guys?” he said, voice thick with emotion. “Yoshinori’s brains, Tetsuo’s brawn, Itsuki’s heart… I really lucked out.” Tetsuo grinned, giving him a light punch on the shoulder. “Darn right you did, buddy. Don’t forget it.” Itsuki laughed softly. “That’s what friends are for. We’ll keep each other going, no matter what.” Yoshinori allowed himself a small smirk. “Alright, enough sentiment. We’ve got ranks to climb and a mystery to solve. Let’s focus on one step at a time.” Shunjiro’s grin returned wide, fearless, alive. The heaviness from Kaito’s strange reaction lifted, replaced by a renewed spark of determination. “Yeah,” he said firmly. “That’s our plan. We take quests, build our name, get stronger, and find out what happened to Takeshi.” He started walking again, his pendant catching the lanternlight as it swung gently against his chest. “I can’t wait to see how far we can go.” The others followed, their footsteps echoing in unison, a new guild bound not just by ambition, but by a shared promise. The group descended the marble staircase, their footsteps echoing softly through the quiet halls of Radiance. The excitement and noise from the feast faded behind them, replaced by the gentle hum of torches and the distant sound of the night wind brushing against the glass windows. It was late, the last night they would spend here before beginning their lives as adventurers. At the base of the stairs, Yoshinori Raikawa brushed shoulders with someone coming the other way. “Oh sorry about that,” the figure said quickly. Yoshinori looked up. “Grillin.” The tall, large boy from his group in the exams stood before him, his face softened with a weary smile. Grillin nodded. “Yeah. I just wanted to say congratulations. You did great out there.” Yoshinori blinked, momentarily surprised, then offered his hand. “Thanks. You too. You fought hard.” Grillin gripped his hand tightly, his smile trembling at the edges. “You were always so good at staying calm. I… I really respect that.” Yoshinori’s brow lifted slightly. “Appreciate it.” For a moment, it seemed like that was all but then Grillin’s composure broke. His face twisted, and tears suddenly welled up in his eyes. “Damn it,” he muttered, voice cracking as he suddenly pulled Yoshinori into a tight hug. “I’m gonna miss you, man!” Caught completely off guard, Yoshinori stiffened. “Grillin- hey- what are you-?” But Grillin’s grip only tightened, his shoulders shaking. Yoshinori sighed, awkwardly patting his back. “…Alright, alright. Take it easy.” Finally, Grillin stepped back, wiping his eyes with his sleeve, laughing between sniffs. “Sorry, I just- I don’t meet many people like you. You’re good people, Yoshinori. Don’t forget that.” Yoshinori gave him a faint but genuine smile. “I’ll remember that. What about you? What’s next for you?” Grillin hesitated, glancing away. “I’m… joining a guild,” he said quietly. “Can’t say which one, not yet. But if we ever run into each other again, promise me you’ll remember this moment.” Yoshinori nodded, extending his hand once more. “I will. And I’ll hold you to that.” Grillin’s grin returned, watery but sincere. “Deal.” They shook hands firmly, one last connection between comrades whose paths were about to diverge. “Take care of yourself out there,” Yoshinori said. “You too,” Grillin replied. He turned, shoulders squared, and headed toward the far corridor. Yoshinori watched until he disappeared around the corner, the flicker of torchlight reflecting off the tears still drying on Grillin’s face. For a moment, the hallway was quiet again. Then Yoshinori turned, his usual calm expression returning as he joined the others. As they walked down the quiet corridor, Itsuki glanced sideways at Yoshinori. “So,” she asked softly, “you and Grillin were close?” Yoshinori shook his head. “Not really. We were just in the same group. He’s… odd.” Shunjiro laughed lightly from behind. Yoshinori gave him a sidelong look but said nothing, his silence only making Shunjiro chuckle more. They continued walking, their footsteps echoing along the marble hall. The golden torchlight reflected against the polished floors as they rounded the next corner and came upon a small crowd gathered near the far end of the hallway. It was a guild recruitment group, one of many forming after the ceremony. Banners with crests hung over them, and adventurers in ornate uniforms stood tall, evaluating potential recruits. At the center stood Emi Tsuda. Her silver-gray hair shimmered under the torchlight, her blue eyes calm yet nervous as she spoke with two older guild members. Shunjiro and his group slowed instinctively, watching from a distance. The man speaking to Emi looked to be in his late teens, maybe early twenties, confident and regal. He wore immaculate white dress pants and a fitted white shirt trimmed in gold, the Crimson Lotus insignia embroidered on one collar, the Radiance crest on the other. The fine patterning along his sleeves made his uniform look almost ceremonial. His black hair was slicked back neatly, and his piercing blue eyes held a quiet authority. Standing beside him was a girl the same age, tall, composed, her posture perfect. Her long black hair fell straight down her back like silk. She wore polished black armor that caught the dim light with a faint silver sheen, and the same Crimson Lotus insignia gleamed across her chestplate. Her yellow eyes had an intensity that made her seem far older than she looked. They both radiated presence, like they belonged to another world entirely. Shunjiro slowed without realizing it, his gaze locking onto the girl in black armor. For a moment, the noise of the hall faded away. She turned, her eyes meeting his, sharp and golden, reflecting the torchlight. The look lasted only a second. Shunjiro quickly looked away, his heartbeat skipping, quickening his stride. They finally reached their rooms, the corridor growing quieter as they stopped. “Alright,” Yoshinori said, leaning against the doorframe. “Meet here in the morning?” “Yeah,” Shunjiro replied, nodding. “Don’t oversleep,” Tetsuo added with a grin. Itsuki gave them a small wave. “Goodnight, everyone.” “Night,” Shunjiro said softly. They each entered their rooms, doors clicking shut one by one. For a moment, the hallway stood empty. Shunjiro leaned against his door for a brief second before turning in. Shunjiro sat on the edge of the bed, the soft moonlight spilling across the floor. His heart was still racing, his grin refusing to fade. He was finally an adventurer. Not a trainee, not a dreamer, but a real one. He had a guild, people he could call friends, and for the first time in years, he’d taken a step closer to finding Takeshi. Unable to contain his excitement, he jumped up and sat at the small wooden desk by the window. Pulling out a pen and parchment, he dipped the tip into ink and began to write, his thoughts tumbling onto the page faster than his hand could keep up. To Mom and Dad, You won’t believe it, I did it! I passed the Radiance Entrance Exams! I’m an official adventurer now! The moment I walked into the kingdom, I was nervous out of my mind. I thought I’d mess something up before I even started. But that changed when I met this girl named Itsuki Nozomi. She’s got these incredible healing powers, seriously, it’s like magic and kindness rolled into one person. I think she might be my first real friend here. She made the nerves disappear just by being herself. Oh, and you’ll never believe this part, I scored S rank on the spiritual energy test! S rank! Even I didn’t think that would happen. After that, I was placed in a team battle with Itsuki and another guy named Yoshinori Raikawa. He’s quiet, kind of serious, but ridiculously strong, his lightning powers are insane! The three of us worked together and took down a cocky guy’s team. Then came the big moment. Out of all the people who passed, I got picked by Kaito Ishiro himself. One of the strongest adventurers in the entire continent! We trained under him for five days. Me, Sora Ayanami, Jayiden, and Tetsuo Shinseki. They’re… something else. Sora is the cocky guy I mentioned earlier, the one we beat in the team battle. He calls me “shrimp” every chance he gets. We’ve got a bit of a rivalry now. I told him I’ll hit SSS rank before he does, just so I can rub it in his face one day. Then there’s Jayiden. He’s from the Beast Clan. You always told me stories about them, but seeing one in person, fighting alongside one it was incredible. He’s strong and quiet, but there’s something mysterious about him. I don’t think I understand him yet… but I want to. And finally, Tetsuo Shinseki. The guy’s a powerhouse. He’s a little goofy sometimes, but he’s brave, loyal, and honestly, I think we’re gonna be great friends. We already work really well together. The training with Kaito was brutal, running, sparring, energy control, everything. By the fifth day, I thought I’d collapse. But Kaito had one final test for us. We had to land a single hit on him to pass. It sounded impossible. But we worked together, just like we practiced. And somehow, I did it, I landed the hit. It wasn’t the strongest punch, but it was enough. Enough to make us adventurers. After that, the King himself spoke to us. He told us we were the new generation of Radiance, and there was a big ceremony after. It was amazing. Then I made a decision. I decided to create my own guild. Right now, it’s me, Itsuki, Yoshinori, and Tetsuo. We don’t have a name yet, but we’ll think of one. We’re all determined to climb the ranks together, to become one of the strongest guilds in the kingdom. I miss you both more than words can say. I hope you’re doing okay back home. Tell everyone I’ll visit when I can. And one last thing, I haven’t forgotten my promise. I’ll find Takeshi. No matter where he is or what it takes, I’ll bring him home. I love you both. Your son, Shunjiro. He set the pen down and read the letter over twice, his chest swelling with pride and warmth. Then, folding it carefully, he sealed it with wax and pressed the Radiance insignia into the surface. “Mom… Dad…” he whispered, eyes lifting toward the window where the moonlight glowed faintly against the curtains. “You’d be proud.” He smiled. “And Takeshi… I’ll find you. I promise.” The night was still. For the first time since he’d arrived in Radiance, Shunjiro Tenzai finally felt at peace. Tomorrow, a new journey would begin. Morning light spilled through the castle windows, casting golden beams across the polished floors of the Radiance dormitory. The city outside was already alive, merchants setting up shop, guards changing shifts, the faint echo of church bells signaling the start of a new day. Shunjiro Tenzai was up early, his excitement from the night before still bubbling beneath his skin. He stretched, ran a hand through his messy hair, and grinned. “Day one as an adventurer,” he murmured, buttoning his jacket. “Let’s make it count.” He stepped into the hallway and found Itsuki and Yoshinori already waiting. Itsuki’s long black hair shimmered in the morning light, her silver staff resting against her shoulder. Yoshinori leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, looking like he hadn’t slept but didn’t need to. “Morning,” Shunjiro said brightly. “Where’s Tetsuo?” Itsuki smiled faintly. “Still asleep.” Shunjiro’s grin widened. “Perfect. Let’s go break in his room and wake him up.” Before they could take two steps, Tetsuo’s door creaked open. He stumbled out, hair sticking up wildly, still half-asleep, his shirt buttoned unevenly. “I’m up…” he muttered, eyes half-closed. “Don’t… break my door.” Shunjiro snorted. “You sure? You look half-dead.” Tetsuo rubbed his eyes and yawned so wide his jaw cracked. “I’m fine… I think.” Itsuki giggled behind her hand. “You’re lucky we didn’t have Yoshinori use lightning to wake you up.” Yoshinori deadpanned, “Still an option.” That woke Tetsuo up immediately. “Nope! I’m awake! See? Totally awake!” Shunjiro laughed, shaking his head. “Alright, alright. Since we’re all here, what’s the plan for today?” Yoshinori’s expression shifted. “I have something personal I’d like to do,” he said quietly. Shunjiro tilted his head. “Personal? Like training?” “Not exactly,” Yoshinori replied. “But it’s something you could help with… if you’re interested.” Itsuki leaned forward slightly, curiosity in her eyes. “What is it?” “I want to go to the Grand Library of Radiance,” Yoshinori said. “I’ve been meaning to look into anything recorded about the Shadow Realm, or the old dungeons in Dungeon Valley.” Shunjiro blinked, surprised. “The Shadow Realm?” Yoshinori nodded. “I doubt we’ll find much. Most public records are restricted or deliberately vague. But even a small piece of information could be useful.” Shunjiro didn’t hesitate. “Then we’ll help you.” Yoshinori looked at him for a moment, then gave a faint, appreciative smile. “Thanks. I wasn’t going to ask, but… it’d be nice not to go alone.” Tetsuo groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Man, I didn’t think my first full day as an adventurer would be spent reading.” Yoshinori’s tone was dry. “No one’s forcing you.” Tetsuo blinked, pretending to think it over. “Nah, I’ll come. What if the books start floating or something?” Itsuki laughed softly. “You just don’t want to miss anything weird.” “Exactly!” Tetsuo said proudly. Shunjiro clapped his hands together. “Then it’s settled. Today we help Yoshinori with research. Tomorrow, our first quest as a guild.” Itsuki’s eyes brightened. “Our first quest…” she repeated, almost dreamlike. Shunjiro nodded, his grin wide. “Yeah. Let’s make it count.” The group started down the hall together, their footsteps echoing through the marble corridor. Outside, the light of Radiance bathed the city in a warm glow. The group made their way through the cobblestone streets of Radiance. The sun hung low over the golden rooftops, spilling warm light across banners that fluttered in the breeze. “According to the map,” Yoshinori said, scanning the streets ahead, “the library should be nearby.” They turned the corner and stopped. Before them rose a tower that dwarfed nearly every other structure in sight. Its marble surface gleamed white and gold, and its pinnacle seemed to vanish into the clouds. “That,” Yoshinori said simply, “is the Grand Library of Radiance.” Tetsuo whistled. “That’s not a library, that’s a mountain.” Shunjiro grinned, shading his eyes as he looked up. “Guess they really don’t mess around when it comes to knowledge.” As they drew closer, the scent of parchment and dust mingled faintly with the morning breeze. But before they reached the great arched doors, a loud grumble broke the moment. Everyone turned toward Tetsuo. He rubbed his stomach, sheepish. “What? I’m starving.” Itsuki laughed softly. “We left before breakfast. I can go pick something up for everyone and bring it to the library.” Shunjiro nodded. “Good idea. Tetsuo, go with her. I’ll stay with Yoshinori and get started.” Itsuki tilted her head. “What do you want us to bring?” All three boys answered at once: “Whatever you decide.” She smiled. “Alright. Don’t eat the books while we’re gone.” Shunjiro chuckled. “No promises. Thanks, Itsuki.” The two groups split, Itsuki and Tetsuo disappearing down a side street toward the market while Shunjiro and Yoshinori approached the tower. The Grand Library loomed even larger up close. Its entrance was flanked by two colossal statues of robed figures, one holding a scroll, the other a sword. Their stone eyes gazed down in silent judgment as the massive doors creaked open. Inside, Shunjiro’s breath caught. The entire tower was hollow in the center, an endless column of open air reaching skyward. Sunlight poured in through arched windows high above, scattering gold dust through the air. The walls were lined with bookshelves from floor to ceiling, curving upward like the inside of a cathedral. A spiraling staircase wound along the walls, wrapping all the way to the top. “Whoa…” Shunjiro whispered. “You could fit a hundred villages in here.” Yoshinori’s eyes moved across the towering shelves with methodical calm. “Most of the upper levels are restricted. Only high-ranking adventurers and royal scholars get access. For now, we’ll have to settle for what’s open to the public.” “Fine by me,” Shunjiro said, still turning in circles to take it all in. “Where do we even start?” “The library’s organized alphabetically,” Yoshinori said, heading toward a row of massive shelves marked ‘S’. “We’ll check anything listed under ‘Shadow Realm.’ Maybe we’ll get lucky.” They began scanning titles, fingers trailing over the spines of old tomes bound in cracked leather and dust. The faint smell of ink and age filled the air. The library was so quiet that the sound of turning pages echoed faintly through the hollow chamber. After nearly half an hour, Itsuki and Tetsuo returned, carrying a small basket of breakfast wraps and fruit. Tetsuo handed Shunjiro his meal. “Brought food. Try not to faint from learning too much.” Shunjiro smirked. “Appreciate it.” They sat for a few minutes, eating quietly near a window where sunlight streamed through colored glass. When they finished, they joined Yoshinori at the shelves. They searched. And searched. And searched. But the further they went, the more Yoshinori’s focus darkened. Each book he pulled from the shelf ended the same way, vague mentions of legends, scattered myths, and records redacted beyond recognition. “Nothing…” he muttered, his voice low, frustration seeping in. “Not a single concrete entry. Just half-truths and ghost stories.” Itsuki frowned. “What exactly are you looking for?” Yoshinori froze for a split second before shaking his head. “Just… fragments. Historical patterns. Anything that matches reports of spatial anomalies.” Shunjiro tilted his head. “You mean like portals?” “Something like that,” Yoshinori said quickly, shutting a book. He turned back to the shelves to hide his expression. The truth was heavier. He wasn’t just looking for information about the Shadow Realm, he was searching for clues tied to the diary of Aaron Kyros, a long-dead explorer whose writings spoke of impossible things: an eye in the sky, cracks between dimensions, and land that no longer existed, swallowed by time itself and hidden within the Dungeon Valley. Every page Yoshinori had read felt like looking at pieces of a puzzle the world had forgotten existed. And yet, no one else seemed to know. Not the academy. Not the guilds. Not even Kaito. It’s like history’s been rewritten, he thought. He closed another book gently, forcing his expression to remain calm. The others didn’t notice the flicker of unease in his eyes. For now, he kept it to himself. He didn’t know how long he’d stay alongside Shunjiro’s guild, or how far this mystery would take him, but one thing was certain. The secrets buried in the Shadow Realm weren’t myths. They were warnings. And Yoshinori was determined to uncover them. Shunjiro climbed carefully up the tall wooden ladder, the polished rungs creaking beneath his boots. The scent of old paper and dust filled the air as he reached for another shelf, eyes scanning rows of worn spines. “Nothing but old political texts up here…” he muttered under his breath. Then something caught his eye, a single book sticking out unevenly among the others. Its spine was darker than the rest, its edges faintly gilded with a strange silver shimmer. It didn’t match the others at all. He leaned forward, gripping the ladder for balance, and pulled it free. The title etched across the cracked leather cover read in faded gold letters: “Illumina.” He frowned. “Illumina? Doesn’t sound like ‘Shadow Realm.’” Curious, he flipped it open. Shunjiro skimmed through a few pages, not paying attention to the contents at all. After a moment, he closed it, unease stirring in his chest. “This doesn’t belong here.” He descended the ladder and glanced toward Yoshinori, who was a few rows away, his nose buried in a thick volume. Shunjiro turned the book in his hands again, inspecting the spine. There was no classification mark, no Radiance emblem, no shelf code, nothing to indicate it was even part of the library’s archive. Frowning, he headed for the “I” section, scanning the rows for where it should go. But there was no slot for it, not even a trace that a book called Illumina had ever been catalogued. He stood there for a long moment, brow furrowed. “Then where did you come from…?” The air around him felt heavier now, as though the tower itself was holding its breath. He opened it again. Shunjiro squinted at the first page, tracing the lines with his fingertip. At first glance, it looked like writing but the longer he stared, the less sense it made. “What language is this…?” he whispered. The symbols weren’t letters, not really. They twisted and curved like smoke trapped on parchment, shifting whenever he tried to focus. His head began to ache the longer he looked. He flipped through the next few pages, searching for something, anything that resembled real text. Every page was the same, scattered marks, chaotic lines, no pattern, no meaning. Then something changed. For a brief moment, amidst the sea of scribbles, the letters reshaped themselves. The words glowed faintly, pulsing as if alive. “Kings of old.” The glow faded, leaving only ink behind. Shunjiro’s heart skipped. “What…?” He turned another page. Again, the markings blurred, but this time, a few more words emerged, floating between lines that didn’t belong together. “Humanity at war with an ancient race.” And then, just like before, the words were gone. He stared at the page, breath caught somewhere between awe and confusion. “What is this…?” He snapped the book shut and looked around the massive chamber of the library. Yoshinori was still combing through shelves nearby. “Yoshinori,” Shunjiro called, hurrying over. “I think I found something.” Yoshinori turned, a hint of fatigue on his face. “Another myth collection?” “No, this one’s weird.” Shunjiro handed him the book. Yoshinori opened it, scanning a few pages, then frowned. “What language is this supposed to be?” “That’s what I was gonna ask,” Shunjiro said. “Is it even a language? Or just… scribbles?” Yoshinori studied it again, his brow creasing. “I don’t know. Doesn’t even resemble any of the ancient dialects I’ve read.” He closed it, handing it back. “Whatever it is, it’s not useful. Looks like nonsense.” “It’s not nonsense,” Shunjiro insisted, flipping it open again. “There were words before, real ones. I swear I saw them. Something about old kings… and a war.” Yoshinori gave him a skeptical look. “You sure you didn’t imagine it?” “I know what I saw,” Shunjiro said, voice low but certain. “They were right there.” Yoshinori sighed, rubbing his temples. “If you say so. Keep it if you want. Maybe it’ll make more sense later.” “Yeah,” Shunjiro said, tucking the book under his arm. “I’m keeping it.” By the time they finished, the sun had dipped behind the Radiance skyline, painting the streets in shades of amber and gold. They hadn’t found what Yoshinori was looking for, no records, no clues, nothing about the Shadow Realm or the strange diary he’d been silently chasing. He stepped out of the library first, exhaling quietly. “We’ll have to climb the ranks,” he said. “That’s the only way to access higher-level archives. The answers we need are locked behind status.” Shunjiro followed behind, the strange book heavy in his hands. “Then we’ll do it. One quest at a time.” The librarian had allowed him to keep the tome, since it wasn’t listed in their records. Now, as they walked through the bustling evening streets of Radiance, the book’s golden letters shimmered faintly under the fading light. Tetsuo was talking about dinner, Itsuki laughing softly beside him, but Shunjiro barely heard them. His mind kept circling back to the strange phrases etched into his memory. Kings of old. Humanity at war with an ancient race. He couldn’t explain it,  why only he could see the words, or why they disappeared when anyone else looked. He glanced at the cover again, tracing the name with his thumb. Illumina. “What does this mean…?” he murmured to himself. “And why me?” High above, the Grand Library tower loomed against the twilight. The wind whistled across its ancient stone, carrying the faint scent of dust and parchment into the night. At the very top, perched upon the edge of the tower’s spire, sat a figure cloaked in black. The hood shadowed their face. The figure looked out over the glowing kingdom of Radiance, where lights flickered like stars scattered across the ground. Their voice was soft, low, almost swallowed by the wind. “I have planted the first seeds.” A pause. The moonlight bled over the rooftops, pale and cold. “The darkness that overshadows even the brightest light.” The figure rose slowly, the wind tugging at their cloak as they turned toward the horizon. The bells of Radiance chimed in the distance, signaling the close of day and the beginning of something ominous.