Betrayal at its finest

Betrayal at its finest

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[ ] "What do you want to be little boy?" Asuma asked the younger. "I want to be strong. Really strong. I want to be the strongest person alive!" The little boy claimed with glee. His eyes glistered under the moonlight. But Asuma smiled. "That means you would be the last person standing in battle?" The little boy nodded eagerly. His tiny hand shot up in the air as he celebrated his fictional victory. "I would punch and kick anyone who comes my way! Yeah!" He punched his imaginary opponent in order to show his skills to Asuma. Two left punches and a swift kick in the air before laughing innocently. "Do you know what being the last person standing means young one?" Asuma asked him once more while placing his hand on the boys head ruffling his hair. The young boy raised his head and smiled at him showing him an pearly white smile. "Of course! It means that I am the winner!" Asuma bitterly smiled back at him as he watched him chase after a butterfly. A children's innocence was all that gave him hope. "And that everyone around you is dead..." Content Warning ⚠️ blood, mild language, violence.
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It started like any other ordinary day. Iruma was busy with his own things, and Clara and Asmodeus decided to use the time to tidy up the club room. Some strange objects, old papers, maybe a forgotten magical device-nothing seemed all that important. Until they found the map. A map that led them to a secret room, one no one was ever supposed to find. And there, on a dusty, silent desk-waited a diary. They weren't looking for secrets. They didn't mean to step into something that didn't belong to them. But the moment they opened the cover, they couldn't stop. This wasn't an ordinary diary. It was a diary of survival. Of lies turned into protection. Of a boy who didn't want to keep pretending-but didn't know how to be anyone else. And as the pages unfolded, they began to understand: Iruma had been hiding far more than just a smile.

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