The old man -
Daigo Arukami—a name unknown to most, yet destined to echo through the hidden corners of fate. To the world, he looked like nothing more than an old beggar: torn clothes, a crooked cane, and a presence so silent it nearly blended into the background. But behind those weathered eyes was a storm of knowledge, and behind his humble appearance lay a past heavy with secrets.
He was the first stranger to show Auren kindness when no one else did—offering a simple meal, a warm gaze, and words that would change everything. Daigo didn't speak much, but when he did, each sentence felt like it carried the weight of a forgotten prophecy. He spoke of portals, of choices, of strength hidden deep within weakness. His timing was never random—it was as if he knew exactly when Auren needed him.
There was magic in his silence, danger in his mystery, and hope in his presence. Whether a guardian, a guide, or something far beyond, one thing was certain—Daigo Arukami was no ordinary old man. He was the spark that lit the fire inside Auren, and perhaps… the only one who truly knew what was coming.
ZORIN AKAGAMI -
Zorin Akagami wasn't just a student—he was a presence. Sharp jawline, messy dark hair, and an open shirt that matched his carefree confidence. Wherever he walked, eyes followed. He had strength in his punches, swagger in his step, and mystery in his smile. But beneath all that charm and power was something deeper—a heart that never forgot kindness.
When Auren was bleeding, cornered, and mocked, Zorin appeared like a storm—swift, silent, and devastating. No introductions. No warnings. Just fists that moved like thunder and a gaze that silenced fear. He didn't ask Auren who he was. He already knew. Because unknown to Auren, Zorin had been watching over him… from the shadows, from a distance, like a silent protector.
The world saw a rich boy, the son of Hanzora's wealthiest man. But Auren found a brother. Someone who didn't care about his past, his weight, or his silence. Someone who understood what it meant to be alone in a crowd.
And from that day forward, Zorin wasn't just a friend.
He was Auren's shield, his chaos, and his ride-or-die.
Rei Nakamura and Kaito Senzou—they weren't warriors, they didn't have powers, and they weren't chasing some destiny. They were just two boys who stood by Auren when no one else even noticed he existed.
Rei was the loud one—always cracking jokes, always smiling, and somehow always managing to bring a spark into Auren's otherwise dull days. He talked too much, laughed too loud, and cared too deeply. Whenever Auren felt down, Rei's nonsense stories and chaotic energy had a strange way of making things feel okay again—even if just for a moment.
Kaito, on the other hand, was calm. Quiet. Observant. He didn't speak much, but when he did, it mattered. There was peace in his presence, a kind of quiet strength that made you feel like, no matter what, you weren't alone. Auren found comfort in Kaito's silences—because he didn't need words to understand what Auren was going through.