A dull looking, young man, walked the streets of a burned down village. This village was the village he once called home. But, now, he considers it trash.
"Why did I bother," the young man said.
He was wearing a black cloak with a hood over his head with a black mask, showing a mouth of a skeleton. This mask was made by him. It would withstand anything type of force. Only some things could break it. He continued to walk, until he noticed movement. He also sensed a strong aura, but no where near his level. He stopped moving and his eyes shifted all around.
The presence of the person was gone. Completely. Until he heard a cracking in his back, noticing a foot being pressed against it. What had just happened? The young man didn't care. He turned his head back slowly staring at the person. The person was a ripped looking man, with green hair. The young mans eyes glew red, as if a warning, but the opponent kicked him. That's where everything went down.
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ActionA story about one man who was known to be M.I.A. Some people think he's dead, but is he really?
