Chapter 2: The Marksman

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The man wears a red jacket. His face is covered in a handkerchief-like cloth which is covered in yellow. His hair is standing, just like Disaster's, and his hands are covered in yellow gloves. His eyes are colored blue on his left eye and yellow in his right eye. A moving tracing light surrounds his eyes like lightning. He looks so scary. I think he is the man called Anonymous.

"United?" Matrix asked.

"Yes. This man in front of you..." he pointed at me, "...is the final piece of Ulti 4." Anonymous said.

What final piece? I don't understand anything about here.

Reborn is still taking care of my mother on the bed near our position. Luckily, these people that saved me were good ones and they deserve my help or anything that I can offer them.

"Why me, Anonymous?" I trusted myself calling him Anonymous even if I'm not sure.

"I knew you saw that flag behind you. Specifically the green one?" he said.

That answered my final question! Why is the flag nameless? Because that's me! I'm the final piece.

"What you did back there for Matrix is your talent." Anonymous added.

He slowly moved his legs and started stretching. He moved towards me, with conviction, and placed his two fingers in my forehead. I lost consciousness. After a few minutes, yellow light shined in my eye. No, not in the real world, but in another dimension.

With his act, I was flying. It's my soul. Beside me is Anonymous, the one who did this thing inside me. Below us is a forest. The exact forest where me and my mother left. It is the forest of Paschel. Both of us flew towards the center of the forest. There, a cabin lies. Nostalgic thoughts flew back to my head. I am here, seeing myself in the past.

"You'll see, Blake." Anonymous whispered.

I recalled things as I play in our backyard. Things that I'm lucky to have. I was playing there when my mother called me. I'm so addicted to herbs back then because we live in a grassy forest. The vision depicts things that I exactly did that day. Except for some things. My mother was running from the south direction of our house. She said she has a surprise for me. She covered my eyes in blindfolds and put my earphones on both ears.

"That was everything you saw, right?" Anonymous asked.

Yes. He was right. It was everything that I can possibly remember. And the surprise was too good to forget! Cakes, party balloons and those good friends I had back then.

"There was still something to it." he added.

People marched from the west of our cabin holding up torches on their hands. They seem so upset. They are about to burn our house into ashes with anger at their faces. They have the intent to kill, but I do not know why. Why us? My mother treated everyone as her closest friends, and even strangers, she lets them in.

"Your mother..." Mom then blinked away to nowhere, with me at her hands.

"...is a Functioner."

A Functioner? What is a Functioner?

"Functioners are the highest degrees of heroes in the whole universe. Some contend evil in their personalities, and some wishes only regeneration and peace." Anonymous explained.

"So? Am I a Functioner? Or am I even a hero?" I asked.

Explanations given from him enlightened my perspective about the things inside the Earth.

"Yes. But, not yet. You still have so much to learn before I grant you the power you seek." Anonymous said.

Everything went black. The visions were lost in the midst of our conversation. I regained my consciousness and came back to reality. Anonymous walked around, put his hands on the keyboard and pressed some codes which then showed something on the monitor. Matrix and Reborn were also shocked, possibly because they also do not know what that is.

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