The full moonlight descended upon Yato as he sat on the rocky mountains and stairs at the calm ocean in front of him.
His mind was full of mess. After hearing that 'Human Experiments' still going on from Headmaster Hera's mouth, Yato feels disgusted by the world government.
The main reason why he was so disgusted by them is that he was also the project of 'Human Experiments'. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel※fire.net
revelation from Headmaster Hera about the ongoing "Human Experiments" dredged up haunting memories that Yato had long sought to bury.
As a mere five-year-old, Yato's life took an abrupt detour when government officials plucked him from the familiar embrace of the orphanage. Promises of a new home and a better life were merely a facade for the twisted experiments that awaited him. The journey led not to warmth and care but to the cold confines of a sterile laboratory.
Luminar crystal shards, mysterious and potent, became instruments of both power and malevolence in the hands of those who sought to wield them. The children, innocent and unsuspecting, were subjected to the whims of merciless experimentation. Yato, among a cohort of others, faced the horrors of the unknown.
The room echoed with the soft hum of machinery, drowned out only by the stifled cries of the children. Yato, too young to comprehend the gravity of his situation, felt a mixture of fear and confusion as strange devices were affixed to his body. The shard, cold against his skin, pulsated with an unnatural energy.
As the experiment unfolded, the room became a canvas of suffering. One by one, the children succumbed to the overwhelming power of the Luminar crystal shards. Their frail bodies, unable to bear the torrent of energy, withered in agony. It was a symphony of despair, a cruel melody that etched itself into Yato's psyche.
His small frame trembled as the energy coursed through him. Every fibre of his being felt stretched to the limits, as if on the verge of tearing apart. The intensity of the experiment blurred the lines between pain and existence. Yato clung to consciousness, clinging to a thread of resilience that set him apart from his unfortunate peers.
In the aftermath, the room bore witness to the tragedy that unfolded. Lifeless forms lay strewn across the cold floor, a testament to the callous disregard for the sanctity of innocent lives. Yato, miraculously, emerged as the sole survivor of the harrowing ordeal.
The scars of those experiments ran deeper than any physical wound. Yato carried the weight of the lost, haunted by the faces of those who had shared his torment. The nightmares that visited him in the quiet hours of the night were remnants of the trauma etched into his very soul.
After that experiment, Yato thrust into training, From 5 to 20 years he was kept in that laboratory. He learned all kinds of weapons in that period.
At the age of 21, Yato debuted as Hero. Yato was waiting for this moment, He worked as a Hero for 4 years before he killed all the scientists and the high-ranking member who was in charge of the 'Human Experiment.'
The world government could do not anything against him, he was so powerful that, they had to turn a blind eye to this and send him to the borders.
Yato let out a sigh as he stopped his thoughts.
As the moon cast its silvery glow, Yato's gaze remained fixed on the placid waters below. The ocean seemed to absorb the echoes of his silent anguish, offering a semblance of serenity. The horrors of "Human Experiments" had sculpted Yato into a living testament to resilience and survival.
Now, armed with the knowledge that Lucas faced a similar fate, Yato's determination solidified. He couldn't allow history to repeat itself. The world government's insidious agenda would not claim another innocent soul, not while Yato could stand against the tide of malevolence.
With a hardened resolve, Yato rose from the rocky perch, his steps guided by a silent vow. The ocean breeze carried with it a whisper of determination, a promise to defy the shadows that sought to engulf the light of the innocent. The moon bore witness to a silent warrior, ready to confront the demons of the past in a quest to protect the uncertain future.
-Son are you alright? I heard the News, I was so worried that I called you but there was not an answer.
"I'm fine Mom, I could not answer you because I didn't have my phone with me at that moment," I reassured her, my words carrying a weight I couldn't entirely shake off.
My mother's voice, laced with concern, echoed through the phone, reaching out to me in waves of reassurance. I took a deep breath, attempting to steady the tumultuous thoughts that swirled within me.
There was a brief pause on the other end, the distant crackle of the phone line emphasizing the miles between us. I imagined my mother, sitting at home, worry etched across her face as she processed the implications of my words.
"Lucas I told you before that if you want to stop you can stop and come back home, I don't want to see my son in this kind of situation." Concerned deepened the lines in her voice.
"I'm not hurt, Mom. Just a bit shaken up. Also, I'm not quitting here, there is something I have to do here. But, like I said, I'm fine. The Nova Academy and Heroes took care of the situation. It's under control now."
The quiet hum of the phone lingered as my mother absorbed the information. I could almost picture her, gripping the phone tightly, her maternal instincts on high alert.
"Oh, Lucas. I can't help but worry. You're so far away, and these things keep happening. I know I'm being panoroid but I still think maybe you should come back home. Your safety is what matters most to me," she suggested, her voice tinged with a mother's protective instinct.
I smiled on my end, even though she couldn't see it. "Mom, I appreciate your concern. I'm learning to handle these situations. Nova Academy is helping me become stronger, and I don't want to give up on that. I promise I'll be careful, and I'll keep you updated. Besides, I can't abandon my quest to become a great hero, right?"
There was a hint of a chuckle in her response, a mixture of worry and maternal pride. "You always had that adventurous spirit, just like your father. Just promise me you'll prioritize your safety, okay?"
"I promise, Mom. Safety first. I'll make sure to stay vigilant," I replied, my heart warmed by the unwavering support in her voice.
We continued to talk, the conversation meandering between the recent events, memories of home, and plans for the future. Despite the physical distance, the connection with my mother transcended the miles, offering a comforting embrace in moments of uncertainty.