Three centuries had passed since the world plunged into chaos, a turbulent era sparked by the discovery of an enigmatic power born from raw human emotion. The very essence of these newfound abilities was a catalyst for rebellion, an insatiable desire for independence that fanned the flames of discontent among the masses. The people had grown weary of submitting to authority figures, of blindly following orders imposed upon them from the upper echelons of society. This collective unrest soon erupted into an all-encompassing outbreak, the fuse that ignited a prolonged and devastating war.


    Years stretched into decades as the conflict raged on, and the world descended further into anarchy and despair. The dream of a structured society with laws and order had been shattered beyond repair. Survival became the only rule that mattered. It was a cruel world where one had to kill or be killed.


    Amidst this unforgiving landscape, a man was born. His name was lost to history, for in this lawless existence, names held little meaning. He walked the barren earth, driven by an insatiable thirst for knowledge. But his quest was not for personal gain; it was a mission driven by love and devotion to his younger brother. The man collected every fragment of information he could find, learning every skill, and mastering every art, all with the intention of imparting this knowledge to his sibling when the time was right. He dreamed of making his brother''s life easier, of giving him a chance at a world less merciless.


    However, fate, as cruel as the world it had shaped, had different plans. It was on one fateful night, amidst the eerie silence of a snow-covered forest, that tragedy struck. As the man trudged through the woods, a sudden ambush from an unseen foe cut short his noble mission, extinguishing the hope that had burned so brightly within him.


    (February 16th, 1810)


    The cold breeze hits the face of a tired man holding Double on his back.


    "Big brother! Big brother, it''s so cold...When can we find shelter again?" Double says, riding on the back of his older brother.


    The man takes a small pause; he tries to keep a smile on his face as his hands begin to shake rapidly.


    "Double, that''s the fifth time you''ve asked me that so far. We are nearly there, little guy, and I promise there will be good food to eat, okay?" The big brother of Double says, annoyed at the voice of Double.


    The man continues walking until he finds a small little home that seems abandoned. The man smiles as he holds Double tight, and begins to approach it.


    "Wow! This is the biggest home I''ve seen so far, it''s unbelievable. Double, it''s cold, but I want you to stay here as I explore this home." The big brother of Double says, a smile forming on his face.


    Double sits there on the ground, his entire body is freezing, but he smiles. Double doesn''t lose faith, because his brother has always found a way to make things happen.


    Suddenly, a large explosion can be heard coming from the house, as the man quickly appears in front of Double holding him.


    ''That day, even if it was for a second, the smallest second. I believed that everything was going to be alright. That me and my brother didn''t have to suffer anymore, but I couldn''t have been more wrong. Because on that day, I realized how much my brother had been suffering, and just how much he had done to try to keep me safe.'' Double thinks to himself.


    "Instead of protecting yourself, you chose to jump in front of that measly child. You could have lost your life just now, doing something so foolish." The man says to Double''s big brother, a cocky expression etched across his face.


    The man tries to get up, but he can''t, as he uses up the rest of the energy he had trying to escape from that attack.


    Double starts to tug on his brother''s jacket, he notices tears hitting the cold ground as his brother attempts to grip his sword once more.


    A beaten down man, clinging onto life to finish what looks to him to be the final task. A task that involved bringing his long life to an end.


    "Double...listen to me right now, no matter what happens from here, you must run as far as you possibly can." The big brother of Double says, struggling to breathe, his voice trembling.


    "But brother! You have to get up...our promise, the promise you made." Double says, crying, shaking his head in an attempt to deny the actions unfolding.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    Double had touched his brother''s hand, and his face instantly got covered in tears. His brother''s skin had begun to crack, Double''s brother had slowly been turning into a lifeless corpse.


    When temperatures are too low, the dry air can result in moisture being taken away from the skin. Double''s brother had sacrificed his warmth, and all the things keeping him warm to make sure Double could be warm, but the effects of the cold had taken place.


    Even while in a desperate situation, Double''s brother still gave him his coat to assure Double was even more warm on his efforts to escape.


    "I can''t take this! You need this more than anything. Brother...let''s run away okay, we still have time to get away." Double says, pulling on his brother as hard as he can, trying to convince him to leave alongside himself.


    "I''m running out of time, my strength is draining with each passing moment. But hear me, I swear on every fiber of my being that he won''t come close to you. I won''t let that wretched man lay even a single finger upon you. Take this coat, hold onto its warmth, and seek shelter immediately. Find not just one, but two layers of protection. I understand how much this must be for a child like you, but I implore you, please, for the sake of everything we hold dear." Double''s brother says, every word making him lose his energy even more.


    "Okay...fine!" Double yells, taking one final look at the man, an angry look at him before giving his brother one last hug.


    As Double begins to run off into the distance, his mind racing with thoughts, but still holding even a slither of hope that his brother will be okay.


    Though, he suddenly heard a sword clash with another, followed up with the sound of a sword cutting another''s flesh.


    Time freezes for Double, and he stops for a second, but remembers what he said to his brother, and continues to run screaming to himself.


    "No! No! It can''t be true, it can''t be real." Double shouts, denial evident in his words.


    Double''s emotions had been pushed to the limit, at such a young age, Double had experienced loss to a new degree. In that moment, Double had felt as if he lost everything, and had nothing left.


    Though, with every passing second, Double slowly realized that had been the truth, and once that truth finally set in, his eyes had begin to turn yellow, and tears continue to falling down.


    Double notices a group of people in the distance, and runs toward them crying even louder.


    "Help! Please! My brother...he''s in danger, I need help." Double asks, trying to stop his crying to make sense of his words.


    The group of people stare at Double, but rather than staring at him with a face of remorse. They stare at Double with an evil grin.


    "You guys! He mentioned he has a brother, you think if we kill him, and take his coat, his brother will probably come out with some good shit?" One of the people in the group asks, looking at Double with a malevolent stare.


    CRACK


    One of the men in the group attempted to grab Double, but as Double fights back, he begins to struggle and eventually grabs the hand of one of the men, and breaks it in an instant.


    Fear had set in all of the men''s eyes as they realize they weren''t just dealing with any ordinary child, but a child who had the strength of an adult who had trained his body for years. Alongside the fact they had caught a glimpse of Double''s eyes, and quickly took a step back.


    "What the hell did we just get ourselves into, it''s not worth it, lets get the hell out of here." One of the people in the group say, leading the rest of them away from Double.


    As Double stands there, frozen, scared, and confused more than anything. One thought continues to flow through his mind, the thought that if he was to give up, his brother''s death would be in vain, with that resolve in mind he continued to move forward, and killed any man who decided to stop him in his path.


    ''When you''re in a state of panic, your body can either freeze up, or it can do things you never knew you were capable of. I learned that day...that I froze up when I should have fought back. Never...never again.'' Double thinks to himself.


    (10 Years Later...June 12th, 1820)


    "You''re finally awake, it seems." A random man says, standing over Double.


    Double wakes up outside of the rain in a puddle with no knowledge of what''s going on, he looks toward the man who spoke to him.


    "You''re the bastard who knocked me out when we fought, well seeing how long it lasted, you must be pretty strong." Double says, a nonchalant look on his face, not acknowledging the man in front of him at all.


    The man looks towards Double with a smile. He takes off his white hoodie and lets his hair loose.


    "Yeah, I get that a lot, it seems. But with that being said, I''m happy you''re not complaining or making excuses for why you lost." The man declared with a confident grin on his face.


    Double Smirks, he looks at his surroundings and then realizes his jacket is nowhere to be seen, and at that point he begins to panic.


    "The jacket I was wearing, did you happen to see it? It''s important to me." Double asks, a frustrated expression beginning to etch itself onto Double.


    The Man looks very concerned and also starts to giggle at Double,


    "Why is some dumb ass jacket so important to you, It''s not important anyways, you can find a new one."


    Hearing this, Double had realized the type of person he was dealing with. A person who hadn''t cared for anything he had to say. With that knowledge, Double''s eyes change to a full yellow, and he goes into a fighting position.


    "Treat it as my trophy, something I wanna wear even when I change this ruined world." Double says, anger evident in his voice.


    SWOOSH


    Double running through the mud charges a fist with no aura coated on it. The man still standing in the same position starts smiling once again and looks at Double and utters the words.


    "I guess...I''ll give you the time of day and entertain your strange power." Joki says, preparing himself to go into a defensive position.