# 925
Chapter 925: The Pioneer
In the empty living room, Yuzuri Nana knelt quietly on a round cushion, dressed in a black kimono with cherry blossom patterns. A breeze caught several cherry blossoms, drifting them onto the tatami mats inside. The light pink cherry blossom hairpin shimmered faintly in the sunlight as she lowered her head, gazing at the radio in front of her, her eyes slowly closing...
Creak—!
A tall figure in white clothing walked through the opened door.
Yuzuri Nana turned to look—Yuzuri Takishiro was standing right behind her, and that face full of bloodstains was filled with a gentle smile.
"Sister, I'm back." he said softly.
"Why do you always come home covered in blood?" Yuzuri Nana quickly stood up and walked over to him, tilting her head up to look at him with concern. "Are you hurt?"
"No, this is all the blood of corpse beasts. I'm very strong—they can't hurt me."
Yuzuri Takishiro said with a smile.
"Take off your clothes, I'll wash them for you." As Yuzuri Nana helped Yuzuri Takishiro out of his outer garment, she frowned. "This is already the fourth one today... If this keeps up, even if you're as strong as you are, your body will be worn out."
"I'm not tired." Yuzuri Takishiro gently removed his outer garment, smiling. "Wherever there's a monster, I'll go there, defeat it, and save everyone... Sister, right now I'm just like Ultraman!"
Hearing this, Yuzuri Nana burst out laughing. "You're so grown up now, why do you still watch such childish stuff?"
Yuzuri Takishiro froze. "But Sister... I'm only thirteen years old?"
Yuzuri Nana's hands stopped in the air.
She stared blankly at the blood-stained white garment in her hands, standing there like a statue.
"Sister?" Yuzuri Takishiro's pure eyes looked at Yuzuri Nana with confusion.
"Hm?" Yuzuri Nana came back to her senses, forcefully blinking her somewhat moist eyes. "Oh, I'll go wash your clothes right away..."
She turned and walked toward another direction.
Boom—!
Just then, a faint rumbling sound came from the distant sky.
Yuzuri Nana's body trembled.
"...Breaking news: Another black giant beast has appeared in Edogawa Ward, Tokyo. Two residential buildings have collapsed, the scene is chaotic... This time, will the White-Clad God appear in time to save these people in danger?"
The radio's voice echoed through the empty living room. The siblings stood by the sliding door of the cherry-blossom-filled courtyard, both falling into silence.
After a moment, Yuzuri Takishiro still spoke: "Sister... give my clothes back to me. After I kill this one and come back, you can wash them for me. Otherwise... they'll get dirty again."
Yuzuri Nana's small hands tightly clutched the blood-stained white garment in her arms, unable to hold back the grievance in her heart any longer. Tears streamed down her cheeks, staining the white cloth's bloodstains.
"Why?!" Yuzuri Nana spun around sharply, crying out with all her strength. "Why must you carry all this responsibility on your shoulders! Why must you be responsible for whether these people live or die? You're only thirteen! The world never treated you well, so why must you go this far?
Thirteen-year-olds should stay home watching tokusatsu shows, being kids who dream of becoming heroes all day...
Only idiots would actually want to become heroes!"
Looking at the tear-streaked Yuzuri Nana before him, Yuzuri Takishiro froze in place.
After a long silence, he stepped forward, approaching the sobbing Yuzuri Nana, slowly kneeling down. A warm smile appeared on his blood-stained face.
"I'm not an idiot, Sister. There's no idiot in the Yuzuri family." he said softly,
"Brother Amemiya was once the person in this world who hated this rotten nation the most, who wanted to destroy it completely... But do you know why, now in this desperate situation, he's searching alone for a way for this nation to survive?"
Yuzuri Nana shook her head in bewilderment.
"Brother Amemiya hates theocracy. He hates the old ideologies and society that have rotted from the corruption of divine authority... not the people.
Any human group is complex. Some among them may be beyond saving, but there must still be others who have the potential to change. All they lack is the right environment.
Inside this 'Human Enclosure,' those who can break free from the old chains and awaken themselves are too few, and among those, the ones who possess the power to change all of this are even rarer.
Those I know of are only Brother Amemiya, Father, Sister, and myself...
When crisis comes, those of us who have awakened and possess power have two choices: either protect ourselves and become deserters of this land, or... step forward and become pioneers who turn the tide.
Sister, I don't want to be a deserter.
Perhaps we won't be understood by others. Perhaps this road will be incredibly arduous. But we want to give this country a chance... a chance to return to the right path.
This is what Brother Amemiya and I are doing."
Looking into Yuzuri Takishiro's pure and earnest eyes, Yuzuri Nana stood frozen.
She had never imagined that her simple, game-loving otaku younger brother would have such profound thoughts.
Indeed, there are no idiots in the Yuzuri family... In front of him, Yuzuri Nana felt like she was the idiot.
Yuzuri Takishiro reached out and gently wiped away the tears at the corner of Yuzuri Nana's eyes, smiling like a big boy. "Besides, a kid like me who gets to be a hero—do you know how many of my peers dream of this?
In a child's world, there aren't so many conflicts of interest or schemes. We just want to become heroes, that's all.
Even if there's only the slightest chance, I want to carry the wishes of these children and become their light."
Yuzuri Takishiro reached out and pointed at the blood-stained white garment in Yuzuri Nana's arms:
"Sister, can you give my Ultraman suit back to me?"
Hearing this, Yuzuri Nana, who had already stopped crying, couldn't help but smile again.
She pressed her lips together and returned the white garment in her arms to Yuzuri Takishiro, her expression more serious than ever. "Whatever happens, you must protect yourself, understood?"
"Understood, Sister. I'll be back soon."
Yuzuri Takishiro rose from the ground, waved goodbye to Yuzuri Nana with a smile, then turned and walked toward the door.
He draped the blood-stained white garment over himself. Scattered cherry blossoms danced in the wind. This tall boy of just thirteen years was using his own hands to carve a path called hope through the thorns for tens of millions of lives.
His figure flickered and vanished from the spot.
Yuzuri Nana gazed silently in the direction he had departed for a long time, as if having made some decision. She called out toward the door:
"Takuya."
A young man stepped forward and respectfully bowed to Yuzuri Nana. "Family Head."
"Summon all the members of the Kazorai family in Tokyo. Ten minutes later, follow me out."
"Go out? Family Head, it's chaotic outside right now. What are we going to do?"
"To... enforce heavenly justice."