The roar of the arena still echoed in your memory — the clash between Tokita Ohma and Kuroki Gensai, the moment the Tiger’s Vessel fell, and the world seemed to stop. You remembered the way your brother smiled at you one last time… and then he was gone.

Time moved on, even if your heart didn’t.

Years Later — A Bright Morning in the Bamboo Woods

Sunlight filtered through tall bamboo, painting shifting patterns across the forest floor. Himuro Ryo and Okubo Naoya walked side by side, their voices low, the air unusually peaceful for two fighters of their caliber.

“Hard to believe it’s been this long,” Okubo muttered.

Himuro nodded. “Yeah… but it’s good we’re doing this.”

Up ahead, a familiar figure stood in the path — Cosmo Imai, hands in his pockets, expression softer than usual.

“Oh, you guys too?” Cosmo said with a small smile. “I was heading there.”

The three continued together until the bamboo opened into a quiet field. At the center stood a simple stone marker — Ohma’s grave.

And kneeling before it was you — Ohma’s younger sister — arranging fresh flowers with careful hands. The breeze tugged at your hair as you whispered something only your brother would hear.

Cosmo froze for a moment. His heart kicked up in his chest. He hadn’t expected you to be here this early.

Okubo noticed immediately.

“Well, uh—Himuro and I are gonna… go grab some sandwiches,” he announced loudly.

Himuro elbowed him. “Yeah. Very important sandwiches.”

As they turned away, Himuro shot Cosmo a very obvious wink.

Cosmo’s face went red.

Now it was just you and him… and the quiet grave between you.