In the gray stillness just before dawn, Haru woke. He lay in the small room in the far west of the city, his ten-year-old eyes tracing the familiar fractures in the timber ceiling. The sun hadn’t yet breached the horizon, but his internal clock told him it was time.

  He rose without hesitation. The floorboards were cold against his bare feet, sending a shiver up his legs. He didn’t bother changing his clothes. Instead, he reached for the wooden spear leaning against the wall beside his bed. It was an old thing, whittled from simple wood and rough to the touch, standing nearly as tall as the boy himself. He gripped it with both hands, grounding himself in its familiar weight and texture.

  Haru eased the door open, careful to avoid the hinges that tended to groan. The hallway was a tunnel of shadows, but he knew every creak and corner of the small house. As he passed his parents' room, the rhythmic rasp of his father’s snoring drifted through the wood. He paused for a heartbeat, then moved on.

  He descended the stairs with ghost-quiet steps. No breakfast. No lamps. He went straight to the back door, slid the latch, and stepped out into the small garden.

  The spring air bit at his skin, and the grass was slick with dew. Haru raised his spear. One movement. A straight thrust forward. Pull back. Repeat. Once. Twice. Ten times. Twenty.

  The sun began its slow climb, painting the sky with the first pale fingers of light. Haru was still moving, sweat beading on his forehead despite the morning chill.

  A voice cut through the rhythm of his breathing.

  "Don't you ever get bored? It's the same routine every single day."

  Haru froze and looked to his left. A girl slightly younger than him stood there. Saki was nine, with short brown hair and a simple dress that had seen better days. She held a small wooden basket, and a delicate gold necklace glinted at her throat.

  Haru smiled, lowering his weapon. "Good morning, Saki."

  She sighed, opened her basket, and held out a sandwich. "Eat. I'm sure you skipped breakfast again."

  Haru scratched the back of his head. "Thanks. You didn't have to go to the trouble."

  They sat together on the damp grass. Between bites, Saki looked at him. "Haru, are you going to the Colosseum today?"

  The mention of the arena lit a fire behind his eyes. "Yeah! I'm definitely going. I need to see Ryuji fight."

  He jumped up, abandoning his food to strike a pose with the spear. "I'm starting to move like him. My style is matching his. When I grow up, I'm going to beat him and become the top champion of the Colosseum."

  Saki laughed behind her hand. "You get way too excited about anything involving that place."

  She raised an admonishing finger. "But first, you need to eat healthy food and take care of yourself so you can actually grow. You neglect yourself too much."

  Haru raised an eyebrow. "That's rich coming from the girl who eats cherry cake from morning until night."

  Saki stood up, brushing crumbs from her dress with supreme confidence. "You said it yourself. Cherry cake. Cherries are fruit. Therefore, cherry cake are health food."

  "Huh? What kind of logic is that?"

  She pointed a thumb at her chest. "It's my logic."

  She stepped forward, her expression shifting to determination. "Anyway, I'm going to help you train now."

  From her belt, she produced a magic wand. "My magic has improved. I can throw ten rocks at once."

  Haru readied his stance, grinning. "Alright then. Let's go."

  They sparred together as the morning burned away into afternoon.

  ---

  By the time they finished, the sun was high overhead. They collapsed onto the grass, lungs heaving.

  Saki wiped sweat from her brow. "The match starts in two hours. We need to get ready."

  Haru vaulted to his feet. "Then let's go now! I don't want to miss a second of it."

  Saki sighed, though a smile tugged at her lips. "Okay, okay. But you should at least change your clothes first."

  ---

  They walked through the city streets toward the Colosseum. The thoroughfares were choked with people flowing in the same direction like a river. Vendors shouted prices for meat and ale while children darted between the stalls.

  As the massive structure loomed closer, the crush of bodies intensified. The air filled with shoving shoulders, loud voices, laughter, and shouting.

  Saki gripped Haru’s sleeve. "Don't wander off. If we get separated here, we'll never find each other."

  Haru nodded and took her hand firmly. "This is better."

  Saki placed her free hand over her necklace, shielding it from the press of the crowd.

  They entered the Colosseum and climbed the stairs to the upper tiers. The space was colossal, far larger than Saki had imagined. Rows of stone seats rose in concentric circles around the sandy arena floor far below.

  They found seats. They were distant from the action, but the view was clear. The roar of the crowd was deafening, filling every inch of the stone bowl.

  Minutes later, the announcer walked to the center of the sands. He raised his hands, and the ocean of noise gradually receded.

  "Ladies and gentlemen!" the announcer bellowed. "Today, we have a special match! The undefeated champion! Ryuji!"

  The crowd erupted. Haru leaped from his seat, eyes sparkling. "It's Ryuji! It's him!"

  Even Saki, who tried to maintain an air of composure, leaned forward with obvious curiosity.

  Ryuji emerged from the side tunnel. He was tall, his muscles defined but not bulky, dressed in simple training gear. He carried a long spear casually on one shoulder. His expression was serene, a gentle smile on his face as he offered a modest wave.

  He walked to the center with steady steps. No grand showboating. No screaming. He simply stood there and waited.

  From the opposite gate, his opponent emerged. A massive man wielding a greataxe with both hands. His muscles dwarfed Ryuji’s, and his face was a map of scars. He looked like a nightmare made flesh.

  "Begin!" the announcer screamed.

  The giant charged instantly. The axe rose high above his head, then descended with world-ending force toward Ryuji.

  Ryuji didn't move.

  He just stood there, watching the steel fall.

  At the very last fraction of a second, just before the blade could split him, Ryuji moved. One step to the left. The axe smashed into the ground where he had been, sending a spray of sand into the air.

  The giant was overextended, struggling to wrench his heavy weapon from the earth.

  Ryuji thrust his spear once. Simple. Fast. Precise. The tip struck the man in the side, and he crumpled instantly.

  The match was over.

  The audience fell silent, struggling to process what they had just seen. Then, the stadium shook with applause and screaming.

  Haru stood frozen, jaw dropped, eyes wide. "Did you see that?! Did you see?! Just one hit!"

  Saki stared at the arena, her gaze fixed on Ryuji as he wiped his spear, shouldered it, and waved to the crowd once more.

  ---

  When the matches concluded, Haru and Saki flowed out of the Colosseum with the tide of spectators. The sun was dipping low, bathing the streets in the golden light of early evening.

  They walked quietly, though Haru was vibrating with energy.

  "Did you see how he moved?" Haru asked for the tenth time. "He didn't waste a single step! He knew exactly when to move."

  "Yes, Haru," Saki said, feigning boredom. "I saw."

  "I'm going to be stronger than him! In the future, I'll be the champion of the Colosseum."

  Saki yawned. "You say that every time we come here."

  "Because it's true!"

  They reached their neighborhood, and Saki stopped in front of her house. "Thanks for taking me today. It was fun."

  Haru smiled. "You're welcome. We'll go again soon."

  Saki nodded, slipped inside, and closed the door.

  The moment Haru’s voice was cut off, a heavy silence descended on her home. It was cold and dark. There was no smell of dinner cooking, no voice to welcome her back. She walked down the narrow hall, passing the living room. Dust coated the table, and the two chairs opposite her usual spot were empty. Exactly as she had left them.

  She didn't light the lamp; oil was expensive. Instead, she sat on the edge of her bed, pulled the gold necklace from under her shirt, and clutched it tight.

  "I'm back," she whispered into the hollow room.

  No one answered.

  ---

  Haru walked toward his own house. The moment he opened the door, it hit him. The shouting.

  He sighed internally. He wasn't surprised, nor did he look at them. It was the same script, recited every day.

  "I'm sick of this life!" his mother screamed, her voice hoarse. "If you had just listened to me back then! I told you that man was a fraud, but you gave him all the money!"

  His father slammed his hand on the table. "Don't bring up the past again! What about you?! You sold your shop to buy that rotten merchandise! Didn't I tell you the market would crash?!"

  "The result is the same!" his mother shrieked. "We're bankrupt and we have nothing!"

  Something shattered against the wall.

  Haru didn't flinch. He moved along the wall, grabbed his wooden spear, and turned around, slipping out the door before closing it softly.

  He knew the only solution to this noise was distance.

  ---

  Haru moved through the streets without a destination. His feet just carried him away from the house, away from the voices. Eventually, he found himself at the base of a small hill on the northern edge of the city. It was quiet here.

  He climbed slowly. When he reached the summit, he stood looking down at the sprawling city. The streetlamps were flickering to life, one by one.

  He raised his spear and began to train.

  But this time, his movements were different. Harder. More violent. He struck the air with all his might, again and again, refusing to stop.

  Sweat poured off him. His arms screamed in protest. He didn't stop.

  He continued until his muscles failed. The spear slipped from his numb fingers.

  He sat on the ground, gasping, and buried his head between his knees.

  He thought of his parents. The fighting. The house that no longer felt like a home.

  Then, a voice spoke.

  "Good form."

  Haru’s head snapped up. A man was standing a few meters away.

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  Ryuji.

  Haru’s eyes widened. His mouth fell open. He raised a trembling hand and pointed, but no words came out. Just a strangled noise.

  Ryuji offered a calm smile and scratched his head. "Hello."

  Suddenly, Haru found his voice. He scrambled to his feet and screamed. "Ryuji!!!"

  The champion laughed softly. "Yes, I'm Ryuji."

  Haru began to babble, words tumbling out in a torrent. "You're Ryuji! The Champion! I saw you today at the Colosseum! You were amazing! The way you moved, the way you thrust the spear! One hit! It was incredible! I train every day to be like you! I try to copy your moves! You're my hero!"

  Ryuji raised a hand gently. "Stop, stop. Breathe first."

  Haru took a deep gulp of air, his eyes still shining.

  Ryuji looked at the spear lying on the grass, then at Haru. "What's your name?"

  "Haru!"

  "Haru." Ryuji nodded. He walked a few steps and sat on the grass, patting the spot beside him. "Sit."

  Haru sat instantly, his heart hammering against his ribs.

  "Why were you training with so much anger?" Ryuji asked, his tone mild.

  Haru went quiet. He stared at the dirt. "I have... problems at home. My parents always fight. They lost everything in a bad deal. Training... it occupies my mind. I always train to run away from thoughts I don't like."

  Ryuji nodded slowly. "I see."

  They sat in silence for a moment before Ryuji spoke again. "By the way, I train here sometimes. Early mornings, sometimes at night. It's quiet and beautiful."

  Haru looked at him in shock. "Really?"

  "Yes." Ryuji smiled. "And you? How did you end up here?"

  "I was... running. I just wanted to get away from the house. I found myself here."

  Ryuji nodded again. "Haru, do you want to be a fighter?"

  "Yes! More than anything!"

  "Why?"

  Haru hesitated. He remembered his parents, the arguments, the loss.

  "My family... is weak," he said quietly. "They lost everything. I want to be strong enough so... so I never lose anything again. So I can protect the people I care about."

  He looked at Ryuji. "I want to be like you. Strong. Capable of protecting."

  Ryuji smiled, but he shook his head slowly. "Your ambition is good, Haru. And your drive is strong. But there is something more important you need to understand."

  "What is it?"

  Ryuji looked up at the stars. " Glory's not all about winning. True glory is in seeing your strength grow, day after day. In facing challenges and overcoming them. And in the end..."

  He looked back at the boy. "In protecting those you love."

  Haru listened, absorbing every word.

  "I've won dozens of tournaments," Ryuji said. "I've won plenty of prizes. But all of that... it's worthless to me. What really matters is becoming stronger and keeping my people safe."

  Haru felt something shift in his chest. Ryuji’s words were different from what he had expected.

  Ryuji stood up slowly. "You're very tired today, Haru. Go home and rest."

  Haru stood up as well. "But..."

  "I train here early in the morning," Ryuji said. "Let's meet here again. I'll help you with your training."

  Haru gasped. "Really?!"

  He took a step back, unable to look away from the legend standing before him. "B-but why? You're Ryuji! Why would you train a kid like me? I don't have anything to pay you with."

  Ryuji’s smile turned nostalgic. He pointed with his spear at the marks on the ground left by Haru’s violent practice.

  "Because you remind me of myself. When I was your age, I struck the air with that same anger. I thought strength meant screaming louder than everyone else. Then my teacher came and showed me a path I hadn't considered."

  He narrowed his eyes, the look of a professional fighter sharpening his features. "Besides... your stance isn't bad for a ten-year-old. You've copied my movements perfectly."

  Haru scratched his head, grinning. "Well... it's embarrassing to hear you say that. I've been watching you for a long time."

  "That is a rare talent," Ryuji said. "Knowing how a person fights. If you understand your opponent, you will defeat them. Humans aren't random. We have habits that are hard to break. Someone else might say you're just mimicking, but no. Your talent is understanding the opponent."

  Haru was stunned into silence. Praise from Ryuji was something he had never imagined. The excitement faded into a calm, serious awe.

  "Alright, Haru," Ryuji said. "You have your answers. Come here tomorrow morning. I'll be training."

  Haru nodded and turned toward home.

  ---

  Haru walked back slowly. When he entered, the house was quiet. The fighting had stopped. He went to his room and lay on the bed.

  He tried to sleep, but he couldn't. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Ryuji. He heard his words.

  He tossed and turned for hours, sleeping only in fitful bursts.

  ---

  When dawn broke, Haru was the first one up. He leaped from bed, dressed in seconds, grabbed his spear, and ran out.

  He didn't go to the backyard. This time, he ran straight to Saki’s house.

  He pounded on the door. Once. Twice. Three times.

  The door creaked open. Saki stood there, hair messy, eyes half-closed. She was mid-yawn.

  Before she could speak, Haru shouted, "Saki! I saw Ryuji yesterday! I talked to him! In the flesh! The real him! And he told me he'd help me train!"

  Saki yawned again, rubbing her eyes. "Nice dream, isn't it? I dreamt I had magic that could make infinite cherry cake."

  "Oi! I'm being serious!"

  Haru grabbed her shoulders and shook her gently. "I saw Ryuji! You have to come with me now! He said he trains in the morning!"

  Saki opened her eyes fully. She looked at Haru. He was dead serious. She sighed. "Okay, okay. Wait a minute."

  She closed the door. Minutes later she emerged, dressed properly with her hair combed.

  Haru grabbed her hand and started running, dragging her along. "Come on! Hurry!"

  "Haru! Don't run so fast!"

  ---

  They climbed the hill together. When they reached the top, Haru stopped dead.

  Ryuji was there. Standing in the center of the hilltop, spear in hand, moving through a slow, intricate routine.

  Saki stared, her mouth slightly open. "It... it really is Ryuji."

  "See?!" Haru shouted. "I told you he was real!"

  Ryuji stopped. He turned, saw them, and smiled. "Good morning, Haru."

  Haru ran toward him. "Good morning! Let me introduce my friend, Saki."

  Ryuji looked at the girl. "Hello, Saki."

  Saki bowed politely. "Hello... Ryuji-sama."

  Ryuji chuckled. "No need for formalities. Just Ryuji is fine."

  He walked over and sat on the grass. "Come, sit."

  They sat beside him. Haru was vibrating with energy, unable to stay still.

  "Haru, did you tell your friend about our meeting?" Ryuji asked.

  "Yeah! I told her everything!"

  Ryuji looked at Saki. "You're a mage, aren't you?"

  Saki’s eyes widened. "How did you know?"

  Ryuji pointed to the wooden stick she carried. "The wand. And the way you stand. I can see it."

  Saki nodded. "Yes, I'm a mage. But I'm still learning."

  "What's your level right now?"

  "I can throw ten rocks at once."

  Ryuji smiled. "Good. But do you know how to develop your magic?"

  Saki shook her head. "Not really. I just practice every day. I'm reading a book about magic."

  "Practice is good. But you need a coach to help you."

  Ryuji stood up. "This is a perfect opportunity. I'll train you both. I have experience with magic as well."

  Saki gaped at him. "Really? I mean... um... how much do we have to pay?"

  Ryuji laughed gently and patted her head. "No need to pay anything. I'll enjoy having students."

  He grabbed his spear. "Let's begin. Haru, you're first. Assume your stance."

  Haru grabbed his wooden spear and began. Saki sat under a nearby tree to watch. Haru trained until he was completely exhausted.

  He lay on the green grass, panting. Ryuji approached with a smile and crouched beside him. "You're amazing. You have the stamina of a sixteen-year-old. Rest here. I'll be with Saki."

  He moved to Saki and sat beside her.

  "What is your specialty?" Ryuji asked. "Knowing your main element will help me plan your training."

  "I use the Earth element," Saki replied. "But I can only lift small rocks."

  Ryuji rubbed his chin, thinking. "Lift one rock."

  Saki raised her wand, and a small stone floated up from the ground.

  "Now, try to move it slowly. In a circle around you."

  Saki waved the wand. The rock began to orbit, but its movement was jittery and unstable.

  "Don't use force," Ryuji said. "Use control. Imagine the rock is part of you. Moving quietly, smoothly."

  Saki closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The rock’s movement smoothed out, the circle becoming a perfect loop.

  "Excellent. Keep going like that."

  Minutes passed. When Saki opened her eyes, the rock was still spinning perfectly.

  She beamed. "I did it!"

  Suddenly, the rock clattered to the ground.

  "It fell because you lost focus," Ryuji noted. "Focus is the most important thing to maintain magic. If you master control, you can lift hundreds of rocks, even giant ones."

  "Really?!"

  Ryuji nodded. He looked back at the boy. "And you, Haru. Ready your spear. Round two begins."

  Haru stood up groggily, gripping his weapon. "Okay... I'm ready."

  ---

  That was the first day of real training. Days turned into weeks, and the hill transformed into a small battlefield.

  Ryuji was not easy on them. He made Haru repeat a single thrust five hundred times before breakfast.

  "Your back is arched!" Ryuji would shout, correcting Haru’s posture with the butt of his spear. "Power doesn't come from the arm, it comes from the hips! Push off the ground!"

  On the other side, Saki struggled in her own way.

  Ryuji guided her with patience as she tried to lift a bucket of water without spilling a drop. "Control, Saki, isn't about forcing the rock to move. Magic is like water; you must flow with it."

  They returned every evening at sunset, bodies screaming in pain, clothes stained with dirt and sweat, but their eyes shone with something new. They were no longer just children playing games; they were apprentices to a warrior.

  During lunch breaks, they sat together. Ryuji told stories of real battles, of monsters he had faced, and the meaning of courage. Haru and Saki listened as if every word were a precious gem.

  Two months into their training:

  "Again!" Ryuji barked.

  Haru repeated the move. The spinning thrust. He failed and fell to the ground.

  "Again!"

  He got up. Tried again. Failed.

  Dozens of attempts. Every time, failure.

  Finally, he sat on the ground, gasping. "I can't... I can't do it."

  Ryuji approached and sat beside him.

  "Haru, talent gets you to the starting line."

  He looked at the boy. "But persistence gets you to the finish. Failure isn't the end. Quitting is the end."

  Haru took a deep breath. He stood up.

  He tried.

  This time, he succeeded.

  Ryuji smiled. "Just like that, my little hero."

  ---

  The bond between them wasn't built in a day; it was carved through sweat, exhaustion, and shared laughter. Months passed, and the training remained constant. Neither of them was ever late. Neither complained. They loved the work and the strength it gave them.

  ---

  A year passed. The training came to an end. Ryuji finally called a halt.

  "Enough for today. Your bodies need rest."

  They all sat on the grass, catching their breath.

  "Haru, Saki," Ryuji said quietly. "I have something to tell you."

  They looked at him intently.

  "I'm leaving the city for a few months. There is important work I must do."

  Haru went still. "You're leaving?"

  "Yes. But I will return. And when I do..."

  He smiled. "I want to see how much you've developed."

  Haru nodded seriously. "I'll train every day! When you come back, I'll be stronger!"

  Saki smiled too. "And I'll be better at magic!"

  "Good."

  Ryuji stood up. "Keep training. And don't forget what I taught you today."

  He smiled shyly. "I have a small gift for you both. Wait here."

  He stepped away and returned holding a gleaming new spear and a polished magic staff.

  Haru and Saki stared.

  "These are for you."

  Haru took the metal spear. It was heavy, but he could lift it. Saki took the staff and felt a hum of magical energy run through her fingers.

  "The spear is perfectly balanced," Ryuji explained. "Made specifically for you, Haru. It suits your grip, and the weight is slightly lighter than standard issue. As for the staff, it holds a gem that amplifies magic upon release."

  The two were struck dumb. They didn't know what to say.

  "We appreciate this, but..." Saki stammered. "Aren't these too expensive?"

  "That's right," Haru added. "We can't just accept these."

  Ryuji laughed and ruffled their hair. "No teacher sends their students off without tools. This is for you. Train every day. I want to see you stronger and better when I return."

  Silence settled over them, and then, together, they nodded.

  Ryuji waved, turned, and walked down the hill.

  Haru and Saki remained seated, watching him until he disappeared.

  ---

  In the following weeks, Haru and Saki trained together daily. Early mornings on the hill, sparring for hours.

  Haru was improving. His movements were faster, more precise. Saki could now lift fifteen rocks simultaneously.

  They competed, laughed, and supported each other.

  ---

  One morning, months after Ryuji’s departure, a light knocking came at Haru’s door. When he opened it, Saki was there, grinning. "Good morning, lazybones. Did you forget? Today is market day."

  Haru scratched his head, a sleepy smile forming. "Ah, right. Give me a second."

  He ducked back into his room. His eyes went immediately to the gleaming metal spear leaning against the wall. He approached it, touching the cold steel with reverence. "I'll be back soon," he whispered to it, then slipped out the door.

  They headed to the market, which was already bursting with life; the shouts of vendors mixed with the laughter of buyers, and the scent of fresh bread hung heavy in the air. Saki stopped suddenly in front of a stall selling cherry cake, her eyes sparkling with childish desire.

  Haru laughed. "I know that look."

  She turned to him, trying to deny it. "I don't know what you're talking about." But her eyes drifted back to the pastry.

  Haru sighed, smiling, and fished out some coins. "Just one."

  They spent the day wandering between stalls, buying vegetables and playfully arguing over who could pick the best apples. As the sun began to dip toward the horizon, Haru walked her home.

  "Tomorrow morning, training as usual?" she asked, waving goodbye.

  He nodded. "As usual."

  He turned and headed back to his own house.

  When he entered, everything was quiet. He climbed the stairs and went straight to his room. He opened the door, glancing at the wall to put down his bag, but he froze.

  The wall was bare. The spear was gone.

  He searched frantically. Under the bed. Behind the door. Nothing. He bolted down the stairs and found his parents sitting in the living room.

  "Where is my spear?" he demanded. "I looked in my room and it's not there."

  His father glanced at him, then looked away. "We sold it," he said coldly.

  Haru turned to ice. He couldn't process the words. "What? You sold it? But... why? It's mine!"

  His mother didn't even look up. "They gave us a good price for it. We need the money."

  Haru felt like he’d been punched. "But it's not just something to sell! It was a gift from my teacher! I train with it to get strong!"

  His father turned on him, face hard. "Strong? And what use is your strength to us? You eat and drink and sleep in this house for free."

  Haru went silent.

  His mother finished the thought, her tone harsh and direct. "We need the money for food and debts! You're playing with spears while we're starving."

  Haru opened his mouth to reply, but the words died in his throat. He looked at them, and they had nothing else to say to him.

  He stepped back. Then he turned and walked out of the house. He didn't say anything. He didn't scream. He just left, feeling like he was nothing at all.

  ---

  Three days passed. He didn't see Saki. He didn't go to training.

  He went to the hill alone at night, swinging his old wooden stick at the empty air, but his spirit was extinguished. On the fourth night, as he sat on the peak watching the city lights with hollow eyes, he heard heavy footsteps behind him.

  He turned to see Saki. She was walking toward him with difficulty, carrying something long wrapped in cloth. Her breathing was ragged. She reached him and let the object drop to the grass with a heavy metallic clank. She sat beside him, wiping sweat from her forehead.

  "My god..." she gasped, forcing a joke through her breathlessness. "That thing is heavier than it looks... my back almost snapped."

  Haru stared at the cloth bundle. It was the spear. The gleaming metal spear.

  He looked up at her, stunned. "How did you even know? And where did you get it?"

  Saki took a deep breath, looking at him with mild reproach. "I'm not stupid, Haru. You disappeared from training for three days. And yesterday I saw you walking through the neighborhood with your head down and your hands empty. It was obvious you lost it and something bad happened."

  She paused to catch her breath, then pointed at the weapon. "As for where I got it... I just went to the market today. I asked every merchant and searched every corner until I found the blacksmith your parents sold it to."

  But Haru noticed something. His gaze drifted slowly to her neck. The small gold necklace, the memento of her mother that she never took off... it was gone.

  His face went pale. He stepped back, whispering, "Saki... please... don't tell me you..."

  Saki tried to deflect with a bright, fake smile. "Don't think about it. The important thing is that it's back."

  Haru grabbed her shoulders, tears bursting from his eyes. "That necklace was the most important thing you owned! Why did you do that?!"

  Saki looked directly into his eyes. The fake smile vanished, replaced by a look of deep, warm resolve.

  "When my parents were killed and I was left alone, you were my family," she said softly. "When I was sick, no one was by my side but you. The necklace won't bring my mother back; her memory is in my heart. But you... you are here. You are alive. And your dream is your future."

  Haru couldn't hold it back. He fell to his knees, weeping uncontrollably. Not for the spear, but for the weight of her sacrifice. Saki sat beside him, patting his back in silence under the light of the moon and stars.

  After a long time, Haru raised his head. His red-rimmed eyes looked at her with gratitude that words could not hold. Before he could speak, she placed a finger on his lips.

  "Don't apologize. Just promise me one thing... use it well. Be strong enough to make this sacrifice worth it."

  Haru gripped the spear. He felt its familiar weight, but now it carried something else; the weight of responsibility and debt. He looked at her, a new fire burning in his eyes.

  "I promise... I will become the strongest. I will protect you, always. I won't let your sacrifice be in vain."

  That night, on that hill, they ceased to be children playing games. A bond deeper than blood was born between them, baptized in sacrifice and loyalty. From that day on, Haru no longer trained just for himself. He trained for her.