Uppercut

Uppercut Chapter 30-The End

A man was walking through a destroyed village.
A village surrounded by trees however most were burned down.
Everyone in the village was dead, their houses burned and their cattle were taken.
He was wearing a blue robe, his hair tied in a ponytail.
He started to shed tears for them and gathered up the bodies.
There were over 100 people in this small village.
He buried each of them and placed a flower on top of each one.
He bowed his head and raised it back up.

"You can come out now, I won't harm you."

From the left of him, a small boy came out of the forest.
He was soaking wet and looked extremely tired.

"How did you know I was there?"

The man turned toward the boy and answered his question.

"I have a very strong sense.
How did you manage to survive, young man?"

"My mother hid me in a tree and drove them by using herself as bait."

"I see."
The man went to a grave on the far left.
He knelt in front of it and put his hand on it.
"This one is her, come and speak with your mother."

The boy took a step back and was unsure.
"How do you know which one is her?"

"I take it upon myself to memorize the faces of everyone I meet.
I memorized the faces of the people of this village.
The women here looked exactly like you, the two of you had the same eyes.
So when I catch up to the ones who did this, I can let them know that no one else will be hurt and that they can rest.
I cherish every living thing and I want to protect them no matter what."

The boy walked over and knelt next to the man.

"How can we give them peace of mind?
They're dead, they can't see or feel anything anymore."

The man turned towards the boy and pointed to his heart.
"The ones we care about never leave us completely.
They live within us in our souls.
Everyone believes that the world we live in is just a material one.
This couldn't be furthest from the truth.
There are many worlds and places out there.
Just because we can't see them does not mean they are not there.
The people who live on in our souls continue to watch over us and in that way they are truly never gone."

The moon shined down on them as the boy started to tear up.
He looked at his mother's grave and bowed his head.
The two sat there for hours, the man keeping the boy company letting him take all the time he needed.

"Do you mind if I come with you, sir?"

The man patted him on his back and said.
"Of course, young man.
My name is Tanoshi but you can call me Blue everyone.
What is your name, young man?"

"My name is Roho, my mother liked that name, it was her father's name."

"Do you not have a surname?"

"I don't like it very much."

Blue chuckled as he picked Roho up and held him in his arms.

"That's fine little Roho.
You may tell me whenever you want to.
Let us be off now."

Blue walked down a path carrying Roho in his arms.
Roho held onto his shirt tightly and buried his fist in his chest.
Roho fell fast asleep, Blue chuckled and held him closer.

Soon the clouds began to cover the night sky.
A dark cloud covered the moon.
Covering everything in a dark shadow.
Nothing could be seen, it was all pitch black.

Until finally the swirling aura all came flying back into Soul.
He stood there with his eyes closed and a smile on his face.

He wore a completely black suit and a red tie.
He opened his black eyes and rubbed his chin.