The Sun won't rise again [English Version]

Uvogin

《How ?》

That was the first question he asked himself when realizing he was no longer alive.

《How could that little shrimp defeat me ? ME ?!》

But there was no use in getting angrier at this point. Even yelling every word that could convey his rage and hatred had not the slightest effect. He wouldn't feel better, just more indignated and maybe a little... miserable.

He started to realize with shock how stupid, imprudent, arrogant and confident he had been during that last fight, with a stronger opponent than what he thought he'd get.

If only... If he only had taken this as a real threat... He could have, no he SHOULD have defeated him ! And everything would have gone as planned ! He would have come back to the hideout, drank a beer or two, sat with Nobunaga as usual, told him how he had killed that moron, and they would have laugh together all evening !

But no. He had been too silly, too distracted ! And now... He wasn't able to go back there anymore.

The others would only see him again as a corpse, or maybe just ashes as remnants of him.

He won't smile with them ever again. Beat them over and over at arm wrestling. Mess with them. Work with them. Fight together against their targets.

It was all... over.

He then looked around him. What was going to happen now ?

There was only the deepest darkness there.

《So, that's it ? I'm alone here ?》

Only silence was to be heard.

《Then I'm moving here, since nobody is complaining ! I'll build my home, and I'll live well !》

No one protested. There wasn't anyone to do so.

He sat, and shove his head between his arms.

《And I'll wait for them...》

It was just a whispering, in a breath, but it was enough to break his feelings free.

He yelled once, a single time, letting all his pain out.

***

In the void of the death realm, the man who was once Uvogin, the Phantom Troupe's gigantic mountain of muscles, was crying.