Firestorm - Flame of Recca After War

Sixty years ago, we have seen the rise and fall of powers no eyes were ever meant to see. While physicists of this day speculate on folding space such that time travel may prove possible, I have seen with my very eyes what time travel can do. False gods are toppled, but not without the shedding of life. It was a story I always wished to exist only in dreams. Yet who can deny reality when experience marks it with indelible ink?

What modern science hoped to achieve, the Hokage has preempted them centuries prior. As for how they learned such technology, I can only speculate. Perhaps, there exists entities, aliens, that taught man to tinker beneath what the world is capable of achieving. Hokage succeeded, and paid dearly for crossing the boundaries set by God.

Someday, long after I breathe my last, I hope somebody else would carry on this project. If I could change the past, I could right every wrong. If I could see through the future, I could right things before they go wrong.

I have with me, the remains of a Hokage weapon. Teishaku Kaiten. A halberd capable of generating a black hole. If my theories prove right, time would change its course when space is bent. Perhaps, through this, mankind's advance will be unparalleled. Neither in the future, nor ever in the past. But as to how we can put this thing back together, I don't think it's going to happen. At least, not in this lifetime.

Final Memoirs
Dr. Tokiya Mikagami
Theoritical Physicist
January 18, 2063

Episode 0 - A New Journey

From the depths of my slumber, I opened my eyes. How long has it been? A month? A year? It seems that my entirety was suspended in eternity. The first thing I knew was that I'm trying to adjust my body from the stasis that has held me still. It didn't took long before I realize that I was lying on the streets. It's bright. The sun radiates over me... It's morning.

I wanted to cover my eyes from the light. I wanted to move my arms over my eyes to keep the sun from making me uncomfortable, yet I struggled to move. My body seems to have been long unused. The muscles are stiff... and I can't even seem to remember how to use them anymore. I moved my head. It was among the first to submit to my will. Perhaps it's closest to my brain? Not sure. I saw tall figures towering over me. My eyesight is still failing me from the sun. But before long, they adjusted. There were people staring at me. Bystanders. Have they seen a ghost? what's wrong?

I looked to the left, then to the right. People. Lots of people.

Their face paints a portrait of wonder and fear. No doubt, they're witnessing something alien to them. Something unfamiliar. Something... unusual.

I tried moving my arm again. This time, it seems to respond a bit better. I covered my right eye, touching my forehead. Where am I? What's going on? I tried to recall... if there's anything to recall. None. Nothing. Nothing yet.

As I lifted my hand, something dripped from it. It was red. Blood? Is it pouring out from my forehead? But I don't feel any pain. Are my senses still numb? Mostly... but not my head... I'm sure...

I rested both my elbows to the ground... wanting to push myself up. I did, but not without effort. I adjusted my eyes to my body. Red. I see red... with patches of skin. I'm covered in blood. But neither do I feel pain on my body. What's going on?

"Don't move."

From a cacophony of voices... of whispers and murmurs that flooded my ears, that's the one I heard most audibly. I looked at the direction from where the voice came. A lady. Her face is wrinkled. She's bent... looking fragile. Her hair is white as snow.

"You're injured. Don't move until the ambulance comes."

Injured? She seems to be talking to me. I'm supposed to be hurting? But I'm not. I just feel numb that's all. What must I say? What's going on?

I retracted my leg. The left one first, and tried to push myself up.

"What the hell are you doing? Stop moving!"

I did stop. My heart started pounding faster. Her voice was loud! She's angry at me? I looked at her again. She does look mad. But she looks worried too. I didn't know why, but I touched my chest. I could feel the uncomfortable beating... yet I feel fuzzy inside. Fuzzy... and sad. Is it normal? Should I feel that way when people raise their voice?

Wait... I can feel my chest from my hand. I looked around. Everybody had something on. Then I looked at my hand holding my chest. Slowly I withdrew it. Red. Blood. Blood stained my hand and my chest. It didn't matter much. I'm not hurting. But why don't I have a shirt on?

The old lady buried her hand to a bag she's holding. When it came out, something came out with it. White. A shirt? Yes a shirt. It has buttons. and the sleeves would probably fit until halfway from my shoulder to my elbow. She put her bag down and wrapped the shirt around my body. Again, I felt fuzzy. Before I realized it, I was smiling. But why?

My eyes did not leave her. I wanted to say something. But what? What do you say when someone makes you smile? I thought... and thought... but words defy me. I simply smiled... and smiled... while blood stains my new shirt.

Then I realized, I was suppose to stand. So I pushed myself up. I struggled a little, balance and all... but it didn't took long before I'm on two feet... and everyone around me widen the gap. I looked around... they were even more scared! Only the old lady stood her ground. "For God's sake can't you even listen to the words of an elderly?" She was yelling again... looking at me... upset.

"MOVE ASIDE!"

There was a loud voice. It wasn't from the old lady. I looked to the opposite direction. Men... in white, running towards me and... holding a... was that a bed? No... I've seen that before. That's where people sometimes lay. What was it called?

"Don't move. Everything's alright."

They're talking to me?

One of them touched my shoulders. I didn't like it. So I shove it off.

"Kid, you need medical attention. We're paramedics. Don't be stubborn."

Again he reached out his hand to touch my shoulders. I ducked, and jumped back. When my feet landed, I lost my balance. I slipped and fell down on my butt. Now that's painful. The man attempted to touch me a third time. But just before he could, I slipped away, and dashed to the opposite direction.

"FREEZE!"

I saw people in front of me pointing a black thing at me. They're blocking my way. I've seen those before too! But where? Should I freeze? No. Maybe not. I ran towards them... and everyone before me ran aside... opening a path for me to go forth.

"STOP RUNNING OR WE'LL SHOOT!"

They're angry too? But why? I can hear people behind me yelling... but I ignored them. Fear grows in my heart. What's going on? Can't they even give me time to compose myself? I continued my pace. And before I realize it, they were far. Really far. They couldn't run as fast as I could. Even if they could, they probably never wanted to. We're they really scared? That's something I probably will never know.

It almost felt like a thousand years have gone by. Yet it also seems like it was just yesterday.

I was still running. Not knowing where I am going. Not knowing what I am doing.

Then it hit me.

Why am I still alive?

TOMORROW'S CHILDREN

Flame of Recca After War

Boredom seems to play a role in crafting this story. I would lay awake at night trying to gather my thoughts before going to sleep. This is among them. A sequel I never really wanted to do... yet events could often lead people to things unplanned. Or perhaps, because there was, in the first place, no plans.

Updates may or may not be erratic. It depends on my mood. Depends on my time. A lot of factors has to be considered. But I'm happy to release a new chapter after a year's respite.

If you're reading the Firestorm saga for the first time, you should read War of the Ancient World through this link:

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This is the second part of the series.

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