[Kyro]

"Still can't believe that it finally came to an end..."

Those were the words whispered by the man under his breath as he came to a halt, looking over his shoulder to gaze at the sunrise to remind him of the future that everyone worked for, the wind furling his coat and the flowers he kept carrying in his hand. But he had to go, pressing the grass under his boots as he resumed moving forward and let the sun warm his back, hurrying to reach his destination once he recovered from the decisive night just enough to stand up. For once the man looked exhausted, but a content smile behind his scarf was still present with each step he kept making, his muscles still feeling sore and begging for rest.

But he didn't listen to his body, the goal set in his mind and unwavering against his fatigue... till he finally reached the checkpoint he aimed for. A graveyard full of blooming flowers revealing all of their beauty to freshen this noir place, pressing forward as the dull click of his boots against the checkered tiles resonated throughout this place along with the waterfall keeping this place alive with sounds as the gray haired man reached the site, two statues standing tall, one of a fully robed, masked individual as he came to it first, kneeling before it as he reached with his hand into his coat's pockets, pulling out a doll which resembled the statue, but it was hard to discern for the amount of cuts, bruises and just how ragged it looked, several inscribes of some notes along it's back, the only one being 'Return to him when I'm ready to be one' recognizable enough from the many it had. His hand struggled for the few brief seconds to contract it, pressing the doll against his chest as he gave it a small hug with a coarse sigh coming from the giant as he sets it down on the pedestal along with one of the bouquet he prepared while adjusting the few rocks which were there for a while.

And no words were shared with the grave, just a small gesture of his head bowed down, pressing his forearm along his own chest in sheer silence for a good minute as the man pushed up onto his feet once he was done, his soft smile returning to his face as he looked up at the statue one last time before he turns to the side.

Each step was growing heavier to make... till he faced the second statue, the resemblance of a man in a chataran uniform standing confidently to gaze up at the sky, he dropped to one knee with a loud thud as the martial artist sighed out loud, his eyes falling down to look at the pedestal which was decorated with some badges of a long forgotten academy, battered and worn down to time. He was one of the few last standing to roam and continue doing their duty. And one of them could be considered finally done, the man's arm lowering down to set the second bouquet on the pedestal along with the badges as he spoke up weakly under his breath.

"I did all I could there, even if I didn't go for the greater threat... the younger ones had it handled, they had the strength they needed, even if it came to a cost of some lives being ended abruptly. Not everyone can be saved, that's what he told us in the beginning of our teaching. But the more important matter regarding for us is that... She is finally dead... they were avenged."

His words came with a struggle by the end, his fingers squeezing onto the bouquet as he chuckled weakly... before it began growing louder, punching his chest with the side of his fist as he pushed himself back onto his feet, the strain and fatigue that he had seemingly to be gone for that brief moment as he had one of the biggest smiles he had on his face.

"But that's not the main reason why I'm here! I did it! I was able to keep the promise! I WAS ABLE TO GIVE THEM HOPE IN THE HEAT OF THE BATTLE!"

His voice echoed throughout the graveyard, yet the pitch of his tone still kept growing, pushing his vocal chords to their limits MAXIMUM! Looking up proudly at the statue's face as he continued shouting.

"And I'm going to continue keeping it! They still need someone to depend on! They need a pillar to lean against! Someone that gives them the feeling of that everything is going to be okay because I'm here! So continue resting, you deserve it... father."

The last word was hesitated at first, but the fighter came to an end to finally say it out as he bowed his head down to the grave, a tear rolling down the man's face as he turned around to fix his scarf as he began finally heading away, leaving the two graves in peace as he uttered under his breath a few last words.

"What a nice morning for it to be raining."