The container yard burned with the chaos of battle—metal clanged, fists flew, and shadows danced in the flickering light of broken streetlamps and distant fires. The air was thick with smoke and fury. S.W.O.R.D. had come together to reclaim their home, but at the heart of this war... stood a brotherhood long fractured.
Cobra. Yamato. Tsukumo.
Their eyes were locked on the one man they never thought they'd have to fight—Kohaku.
He stood near the heart of the chaos, the remaining forces of the Kuryu Group scattered and crumbling behind him. His suit was bloodstained, his fists clenched, his eyes ablaze with something unrecognizable. Grief, fury, betrayal—all of it simmered beneath the surface.
Cobra stepped forward, voice firm despite the weariness in his bones.
"Kohaku-san."
His words cut through the air like steel.
"It ends tonight."
Kohaku gave no answer. Instead, his silence grew heavier with every breath, like a noose tightening. His men surged forward with a shout, breaking the moment like glass shattering.
Tsukumo and Yamato charged to meet them—raw, fast, ruthless. Tsukumo, still healing, moved with grit, every punch an act of will. Yamato, wild and relentless, cut through them like a storm.
Cobra didn't move. His eyes never left Kohaku.
From the shadows behind them, another figure emerged.
Aika.
She stood still at first—eyes wide, heart thundering in her chest. She had known Kohaku since childhood. He'd been her mentor, her hope, the one who picked her up when the world didn't. It was Kohaku the one who inspired her, who taught her how to hold her fists up when the world tried to keep her down.
But this man... wasn't him.
Aika stepped closer, every footfall feeling like a betrayal.
"Kohaku-san..." Her voice wavered. "Don't do this."
Kohaku turned, his eyes briefly softening at the sound of her voice. "Aika...chan"
She stepped in front of Cobra. "This isn't you. You told me once that family was everything. That fighting meant nothing if we lost each other in the process."
For a moment, something flickered in Kohaku's gaze—regret, maybe. But then the rage returned.
"Move, Aika."
His voice dropped to a dangerous low.
"No."
She stood her ground. "If you're going to hurt them... you'll have to go through me first."
Kohaku didn't speak. Instead, he shoved her aside, hard. She hit the metal container wall with a grunt, falling to the ground as the three men behind her surged forward in response.
Cobra roared, charging Kohaku head-on.
The fight exploded.
Punches rained down. Cobra's fists were a blur, striking with purpose and pain. Kohaku, stronger than ever, countered with brutal efficiency. Their movements weren't just practiced—they were personal. Every strike echoed with the weight of memories, of shared laughter now shattered, of roads that once ran parallel and now clashed in ruin.
Yamato leapt in, striking from the side, only for Kohaku to whip around and land a crushing blow to his jaw. Tsukumo grabbed Kohaku from behind, trying to pin him, but Kohaku elbowed him back with a growl, spinning and landing a heavy punch to his ribs.
Blood sprayed. Grit flew. And still they rose.
Aika pushed herself up, watching through bleary eyes. Her chest clenched at every hit Cobra took—at the sight of Kohaku, the man who raised her spirit, now breaking the bodies of the brothers she'd found in Sannoh.
Cobra ducked a brutal swing, landing a strike to Kohaku's ribs, then a roundhouse kick that sent him staggering.
"You were our family!" Cobra shouted.
"Why are you doing this?!"
Kohaku gritted his teeth, slamming a fist into Cobra's gut.
"Because you weren't there when Tatsuya died!"
The words exploded in the space between them like a bomb.
Everyone froze.
Aika's breath caught. Tsukumo's fists dropped. Yamato stopped mid-step.
Cobra stared at him, eyes wide.
"Kohaku-san..." his voice trembled, "...Tatsuya wouldn't want this. He wouldn't want you to destroy what he died protecting."
Kohaku's shoulders heaved. Rage warred with grief on his face. He let out a cry—half roar, half sob—and lunged again.
But this time, Aika got there first.
She stepped between them and wrapped her arms around Kohaku, burying her head in his chest.
"Please," she whispered, "stop fighting. I looked up to you more than anyone. You gave me hope. Don't take that away from me too."
Kohaku froze.
His arms didn't move. His fists slowly unclenched.
Cobra, bruised and bloodied, took a step closer. Yamato and Tsukumo flanked him.
The four of them—three brothers and the girl they'd all helped raise—stood before Kohaku, offering not fists, but forgiveness.
The war in Kohaku's heart finally broke.
He dropped to his knees, breathing hard, the firelight flickering in his eyes like the last remnants of a storm.
Silence fell.
The Mighty Warriors had lost. The Kuryu Group's grip was broken. The battle was over.
And in its place, stood something that might, just maybe... begin to heal.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Fuyu Monogatari
Fanfiction. Abandoned as a child Aika was taken in by Cobra's family but basically raised by Kohaku of Mugen since he was the one who found her. She has a passion for martial arts and even though she could have graduated top of her class she didn't want to gi...
