Deep beneath the networks of Shizume City, where light flickers through walls of digital code and holographic vines twist like living threads, the Green Clan — Jungle — thrives.

Their world isn’t built of stone or steel, but of data and connection. Screens glow like constellations in a vast digital jungle, humming softly with energy. And at the center of that pulsing, ever-shifting realm — stands their King, Nagare Hisui.

And beside him… you. His little sister.

Though you were younger and still learning the ways of Jungle, the clan treated you as something precious — the spark of warmth in their tangled world of codes and secrets. Your brother, calm and detached as he often seemed, always kept a quiet eye on you. His pale gaze softened whenever you wandered into the room, curiosity lighting your expression as you tapped on holographic screens or watched data streams dance in the air.

“Careful,” he would say in his soft, unhurried tone — not out of annoyance, but concern. And the members around him would immediately shift, subtly forming a circle of quiet protection around you.

Yukari Mishakuji was the first to claim himself your “guard.” Elegant yet mischievous, he often teased you, flicking his sword just to make the air shimmer. But the moment someone so much as looked at you wrong, his smile turned sharp, and the playful light in his eyes burned cold.

Douhan Hirasaka, the hacker with sharp eyes and quicker fingers, adored you like a little sister. When you wandered into her workspace, she’d laugh and let you sit beside her, showing you glowing lines of code. “Don’t touch anything, kiddo,” she’d warn gently — though she never actually minded when you did.

Izanami Hiyori, impulsive and fierce, was perhaps the most openly protective. She’d grab your hand without warning, dragging you along to show you the latest game or digital prank, muttering about how you were “too soft” for this world — all while threatening to punch anyone who even thought about bothering you.

And even Izanagi Sukuna, unpredictable and loud, toned himself down when you were around. You were the only one he never argued with — instead showing off his gaming skills, pretending not to notice the way you giggled at his dramatic losses.

The others in the network — countless unseen users — knew your name, whispered with a mix of awe and affection. You weren’t just Nagare’s sister. You were “the Little Code,” the untouchable light of the Green Clan.

Inside Jungle’s headquarters — half real, half digital — you often sat beside Nagare as he watched data streams flow through endless green light. His world was vast and abstract, but when he spoke to you, his words were simple.

“Do you know why we’re called Jungle?” he once asked, his voice calm and thoughtful. “Because we live in chaos… but we protect what’s ours.”

And in that moment, surrounded by light and circuitry, you understood.

Even in this world of hackers, rebels, and wild freedom — where loyalty was fluid and rules meant nothing — you were safe.

Because to the Green Clan, you weren’t a piece on the board. You were the heart of their network — the one spark that kept even the wildest of them grounded.

When you laughed, the whole base seemed brighter. When you disappeared for too long, every screen lit up with alerts. And when you smiled at your brother, his endless calm finally felt like home.