My life has become chaos.

Horrors

"What am I right about?" he asked when he heard her speak, his curiosity piqued at the sound of a girl his Haki couldn't sense. His sword unsheathed, in case he had to fight.

He saw the girl swinging her legs as she sat at the edge of the roof.

"You're right about what you said — it's not worth seeing the horrors of the world. The evil that exists in this world is sickening, it's not worth it, the sights are not worth it."

He raised an eyebrow at her — why was she saying he was right? But she stopped him anyway.

"And yet, you're wrong."

He frowned, hearing such big words coming from a girl who looked too small. He knew she could be a pirate and that he should stop her, but his curiosity was too strong.

"In what am I wrong?" he asked, tilting his head.

Her eyes didn't move from his, and for a moment he felt exposed, as if she was reading the story of his life.

"You don't have to blind yourself for that."

His eyes widened slightly as he realized the girl probably knew what he was going to do, and yet she still stopped him.

"Why isn't it worth it? This way I won't have to see what happens in the world. This way I won't have to see the horrors."

The last words came out a bit bitter, his heart aching from the horrors happening everywhere — crime, rape, injustice, the sound of battle briefly echoing in the silence.

The girl tilted her head.

"Because that way you're just running away," she said, and he could feel his body tense, because she wasn't wrong. He was running from the truth, he didn't want to see the evil the world still had to offer. He saw a mischievous smile rise on her face.

"And what if it was worth it?" she suddenly stood, spreading her arms as if to show him the world.

"Wouldn't it be worth suffering through seeing the horrors so that the world could change? Wouldn't you want to see that change with your own eyes?" she asked, her smile growing wider.

"The world keeps turning, and that's how new people appear. A new age full of change is right at our doorstep. Wouldn't it be worth suffering just to see the change?" she asked excitedly.

His fists tightened on his sword. The girl seemed so sure of it — that change was coming. He knew about the column in the paper by Akito Kitsune, the horrors he had exposed were terrible, but there was still a sense of justice in it, a sense that change was coming, that the wheel was about to turn, that the world was about to shift.

He knew, but still he asked, "Are you sure about that? That the change will come?"

His eyes didn't leave hers — he needed, he was desperate for an answer.

The girl lowered her arms, her posture relaxing, her eyes shining like the sky, a faint smile on her lips.

"It will come."

It wasn't just a statement — it was a decision, something that would happen without a doubt.

For a moment the world seemed quiet, as if only the two of them were there. The sounds of battle faded into static noise. He could almost see the wind blowing around the girl, carrying her words forward, and for just a moment, he could hear it — hear the change.

It's coming.

The change is near.

The world will change.