The roar of Enzukai-Ryū was pretty loud, its body falling to the ground as the dragon fell to its death. There was nothing but the sound of flames around from fires starting and some buildings falling apart from all of the damage that has been caused from the Kiiroibara Cult. All of the members were killed by Isamu, with that bow and arrow he had.. It was blessed in some way. Senzai stood there for a moment, holding his stomach that was somewhat bleeding from the arrows hitting him. His voice cracked as he yelled.

" STOP! DON'T DO IT! DON'T KILL OUR GOD! "

Senzai choked out, falling to his knees as his head hung low for a moment. His feet dug into the dirt, that felt dry and uncomfortable. But that's what happened when you didn't wear any shoes. Senai slowly lifted his head, speaking more quietly now.

" This is it, Isamu.. Do it, kill me.. Kill me instead. It's what Father would've wanted anyways. "

He mumbled, but it was clear what he was saying. Senzai was talking about Akihito, that abusive son of a bitch that made him miserable. Although, it wasn't that case. Senzai was the favorited one until he gave him that letter.. To the art school he wanted to go to. Senzai could remember it still so clearly, his father getting angry and smacking him with the bottle. He remembered Isamu watching it all happen, doing nothing to help. It was like he wanted him to suffer.