The heavy rainfall cloaked the sounds of swords clashing. Night has already fallen and the Hero, Shayo Katsuro, has been heavily weakened. It didn't look good for him at all, and this may be his final stand. No backup was coming for him, so if he goes down here; no one would know.

An unpredictable slash hits his right shoulder, and his sword slips from his hand. The blood loss is hitting him hard now. He could barely keep himself up, much less keep a weapon in his hand. Katsuro’s sun-derived powers are practically useless during the night, so it wasn't like he could use them.

It wasn't long before the mask that concealed his identity was ripped off of his face. Revealing himself to the villain before him against his will.

Bracing himself for a final blow that would never come. The villain was stalled for some unknown reason.

That moment of hesitance was all that Katsuro needed. Looking up at the Villain, their identity slowly came to him. The bastard of the Shayo family, the only child with moon-derived powers and a disgrace. His older sibling.