Hiacho. A thin, normal looking guy with gold hair and green eyes. His facial features were more of the same old tale that possesses the average person; sullen cheekbones that ran to his upper face and were pretty deep, thick eyebrows that looked like they had been drawn on or stuck into his face somehow, and a pretty good looking nose, actually. If noses can actually be good looking, that is.
The world. A vast seminar of beauty, a conductor for both good and evil. Torova lay just at the western side of the globe - the island to the west from Torova was called Clush Tavern, embossed with greenery and, well, greenery. It was more tropical and light, with a slight yet consistent cool wind that made staying outside far more preferable than staying indoors on that island. To the East of Torova was Honu, a high-security island that was heavily guarded, and had four of the world's strongest Honkai there on standby. What is being protected, nobody knows. It's truly a island of wonder, mystery, and weirdly enough, freedom. After all, you can't have freedom if you're already free, in a sense.
And then, to the north of Torova, lay the island of hopes and dreams and the island that people also called Death Valley for the Disobedient Ones..
Ishkara Temple. The ones who dare to step foot on that island almost never, ever come back. The forces there are so incomprehensibly powerful that, if a person's Inordinate Soul isn't directly proportionate to it, their body simply explodes into nothingness. To even get a chance to discover and explore that island, a person needs to be..
..superhuman.
The sea. The sea that govern's all the world's other seas is known as R.E.C.T, the name chosen because all of the four major islands mentioned create a rectangle, probably the biggest rectangle in the world, practically.
Present Day
"That was an exhausting 24 hours, wasn't it, Golden Boy?"
The small wooden boat creaked quietly in response. The sun shone just as bright as the day before as he was officially one day through his lifelong journey. At least, that's how long he thought it would take him. The thing is that nobody on Torova really understood his dream. He didn't just want to be king of the seas, the world, whatever - he wanted to be king so that he could finally be free. Free of what, he didn't know, as he already felt free then, laying there on the Golden Boy. But something incentric within his gut told him that there was more to this world than just being free. His dream was complicated, very much so, but he knew that in the end, somehow, someday, it would all be worth it.
This was, of course, if he made it out alive.
Hiacho stared at the limitless horizon with nothing in sight. The blue sky painted across the ocean waves as the clouds parted and reconciled; the way the hair swept through his hair like his mothers gentle hand used to brush it. A lump in his throat formed as memories came flooding back - his mother feeding him, cuddling him to sleep, reading him bedtime stories that would end up being all-nighters.
Those were the days. Good times, for sure.
But the thing that serparates geniuses from idiots is that geniuses never do anything out of spite.
Hiacho's entire journey was being driven by his spite against his shitty grandfather.
He had dreams as a kid to become King, sure. King of what, he didn't know. Truth be told, he didn't really know now, either. But on that fateful day nine years ago..
Chapter 3: Hey, you crying?
In a way, he should be grateful to his sad, pathetic excuse for a grandfather. Because now..
Hiacho's pupil's dilated and then expanded like a flower beginning to blossom. The world expanded into a variety of colours, his hair being swept by the waves of the relentless wind. The isolation he had felt was coming back to him, hitting him harder than a freight train. He looked down at his baby hands. They were long and slightly snakey. They looked as if they would crumple and shatter like glass if he ever actually tried to throw a punch. His widened eyes travelled to his pitiful excuse for a chest. It was, in all honesty, just a ribcage with a customized skin. One punch to it and he was basically dead. He then stared at his legs, then his feet - and he realized something. Something that he should've realized long, long ago.
He was totally and utterly fucked.
Hiacho's eyes watered slightly. Damn the old bastard, but there was some undeniable truth in his words.
"I will never become King..", Hiacho muttered quietly, staring at both his hand and the floor of the small boat simultaneously. What..what was he thinking? He wasn't strong. He wasn't ready. Did he really think that he would be able to become King just with the power of friendship?? Pathetically, he couldn't even do that even if that were true because he didn't have any friends. He was all alone. Alone in the one place that a person shouldn't be alone. The fucking death trap known as the open sea.
"I will become King.."
A tear fell. Then another. Then, another one. Soon the floorboard of the Golden Boy was being pelted with the devastating storm that came after the calm. The flowers that bloomed in the Autumn. The apex predators that lurched out at their prey. The sun that set when the moon rose. The sky that wept when the clouds became too heavy for their own good. All of that had a reason. All of that was a chain reaction with predictable outcomes. The outcome of his life, the outcome of his future, was impossible to predict. He could die in the next ten minutes if fate chose to. He could..die..
..right now.
And then, as if the universe had heard his thoughts and wanted to murder him as fast as possible, he heard it. The quiet, unsteady rhythm of a human's footsteps.
Yo.
The sea gracefully sloshed and new mini waves rose as the sun hit midday. The second day of his voyage, and here he was. Prettified in fear as onboard the Golden Boy, where there should be only one occupant, there were two. Where he should've had a proper future, he was gonna die.
On his second fucking da-
A soft hand on his shoulder. It was firm yet gentle, the weight of it feeling light and heavy all at once. Hiacho's mind raced inhumanly fast. W-what!? What the fuck?! W-what is happening to me-
A voice. A voice so powerful that even the skies quieted down. A voice so manelovent, so..so incredibly dense, so extremely full of life that it made no sense.
Hiacho's eyes blurred, then dimmed, before his entire body went limp and he fell, unconscious, on the weak floorboards of the Golden Boy.
The last thing he heard was,
Hey, you crying?
Next chapter hits on the 26th of April!