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As I resumed my journey to the mountain, I strolled down a stone-paved path bordered by wisteria. The night had won the battle for control of the sky by this time, and the moon gleamed brightly among the clouds. The stars twinkled like firelight and littered the night, brightening the world slightly.
I climbed a stone staircase, each step filled with a mixture of determination and dread for what lay ahead. And, when I reached the last step, I took a deep breath and was greeted by approximately 50 people, all of whom were my age or a little older.
Two red pillars guarded the entrance, and two staircases ran on either side of two more red pillars. Two young children stood between the two center pillars.
The two children wore wisteria hair clips in their hair and were quite young. The kids' hair was down to their shoulders, and they were both dressed elegantly in kimonos.
I smiled and drew a deep breath after recognizing them as Kagaya's children.
My moment is interrupted by a loud cry, and I turn to see a large crowd of people gathered around two others who appear to be fighting. With a deadpan expression on my face, I decided to walk away and place myself on one of the stairwell either side of the crimson pillars. I sat on a stair and watched from aside to see the carnage unfold.
It appeared to be a fistfight between a tall muscular boy with spiky white hair and wide pale purple eyes and a boy with green hair, freckles, and yellow eyes who wore a pale red haori. His hair was long and reached his shoulders and a scar rested on his left cheek. The boy was small and skinny, making him appear harmless.
On the other hand, however, the white-haired boy wore a brown uniform with a white haori that displayed his chest and scars. As he beat the other boy's face with his powerful fist, he wore a crazy grin on his face.
Great...
With each punch, the crowd erupted into shouts, and I winced slightly at the other boy's assault. I decided that staying out of it would be best, so I stayed on the right-hand stairwell, entirely avoiding the brawl.
Poor guy...
I sighed and rested my head against my palm before taking a look around the lovely, mostly natural, location.
I only turned back to the scene when silence had fallen, only to discover the boy with green hair laying on the dirt ground underneath him. His face was beaten and battered, and blood splatters covered his haori. The white-haired boy giggled hysterically at the beaten boy, his eyes insane. My brows furrowed at the sight, and I couldn't help but soften my gaze at the boy with green hair.
