The village of Akakawa lay in ruins, consumed by a wildfire that seemed to have no end. The once-peaceful homes, crafted from wood and thatch, were now nothing but smoldering ashes. The streets, lined with the bodies of the fallen, were eerily silent. Amidst the destruction, a lone figure emerged – a young boy named Hajiru Keizikimi.
Hajiru's eyes, wide with fear, darted between the burning buildings. His small frame trembled with each step, his bare feet scorched by the hot embers. He had lost everything: his family, his friends, his home. The flames seemed to be closing in on him, and he knew he had to keep moving.
As he stumbled through the ruins, memories flashed through his mind. He recalled the laughter of his friends, the warmth of his family's smiles, and the comfort of his cozy home. But those memories were now nothing more than ashes, scattered by the wind.
Hajiru's gaze fell upon a charred wooden sign, once bearing the village's name. It now hung crookedly, a grim reminder of what had been lost. A faint whisper echoed in his mind – his mother's voice, urging him to flee.
Suddenly, a voice pierced the air, sending shivers down Hajiru's spine. "Ah, look at your poor village... your family gone... their souls burning through the hell... everyone in this world shall burn in hell!!"
Hajiru turned to face the speaker, his eyes locking onto a figure clad in dark, tattered robes. Kenji Satori, also known as the Vengeance of End Process, stood before him. Kenji's smile was twisted and evil, his eyes gleaming with malevolence.
The air seemed to grow heavier, as if the very darkness itself was coalescing around Kenji. Hajiru's heart pounded in his chest, his breath catching in his throat. He knew he had to escape, but his legs felt rooted to the spot.