Shadow: The tragic moment has come ... The last part of Ani no bejita * sniff *



Come on get yourself back. Go on. Namely * drum roll * ... In "Shadow - Kaeri e bejita-sei"!



Shadow: Thank you. I would especially like to thank my family for the Oscar * cry *



* Roll your eyes * Keep dreaming. But long speech with / without meaning ... The epilogue.



Shadow: Engage the key lock and put the chairs in a comfortable position. The part begins ... now ^ - ^ * hihi *



Shadow ... * threaten * * growl *





Epilogue



People just flew past Shadow when he arrived on Deldoran after a 16 hour flight and took his legs directly in his hand. The only thing he wanted now was to hug his family again, breathe in the dusty haze of the arena and stretch out in a cozy bath. He was finally home again.

* Only four more streets and I'm home!* he thought looking forward to it and tears welled up in his eyes. * I can see them all again and then everything will be the same as before! Yes ... like before! * He hardly noticed how fast he had passed the first three streets and only had to go straight for almost 100 meters. But one thing struck him as strange as he turned into the last street: he should have seen the arena long ago. He stopped for a moment and cast a deceptive look into the distance. A thousand thoughts went through Shadow's mind. Breathing heavily, he stood in the crowd of deldorajins that passed him hastily and busily. * Usually the street exit is darker. And besides, I don't see the hall walls. It probably won't ... * A premonition grew in him and he ran, faster than he had ever run before. He pushed some men and women out of his way, making his way through the crowd. "Let me through! Emergency! Fire!" shouted the 22 year old and pushed his way further and further towards the street exit.Still past a few unknown individuals and a real flood of light enveloped Shadow.

His eyes had to get used to the sudden brightness, as the streets in the Greater Tahijimal Province formed very deep gorges leading to the high-rise buildings. Shadow screwed up his eyes and gave a painful groan. His right hand was placed protectively over his eyes and only came off a few minutes after the pupils had adjusted to the light conditions. *Yes. It's already too light for this E ... * He paused in his thoughts as he let his gaze wander over the large square where the arena used to be. There was no more arena there. Only a huge pile of rubble and a cordon tape in green and yellow stretched around it, which on Deldoran meant 'entry strictly forbidden'. The Saiyan couldn't believe his eyes: his home, the arena in which he grew up, was destroyed. Destroyed forever. At first a deep shock ran through him, his breath stopped with every second, his heart beat loudly.

"Who can be so cruel?" Shadow whispered and his luggage fell to the floor with a loud clang. The blade of the katana slipped a few inches out of its scabbard on impact and reflected the sunlight again. “Who destroys a deldorajin home?” “The king, who else?” suddenly a voice rang out next to him. Startled, he looked next to him and saw an older man who was smoking his pipe with relish and was looking at the rubble in front of them with the Saiyajin. "D ... The King? But ... why?" Shadow asked excitedly and sounding very worried at the same time. The old man blew a new cloud of smoke out of his mouth and cast a serious look at the young man. "This arena was illegal. The arena director has hosted illegal games." The Saiyan caught his breath again. * Illegal games? * "And ... what kind of games were they?" "Bloody carnage for amusement." One bad news seemed to chase the next. Did he take part in illegal games as a child?"But the Grand Battle tournaments have always been held here and there have always been victims," ​​protested Shadow with wild gestures. “And these games were legal! Why are they suddenly illegal ?!” The older man just mumbled his head and waved the 22 year old closer to him. “You know that the king can pass a new law from one day to the next.” He paused and looked again at the heap of rubble, which was still partly smoking in the middle of the second largest square in all of Tahijimal.

"They arrested the arena manager and the son 1½ years ago and then reduced the arena to rubble. Nobody should remember this place where so much blood flowed." The Saiyan sank to his knees. That was just too much for him. First he was rejected by his real family and then his foster family was also taken away from him. "That can only be a bad dream," he gasped softly and looked up at the old man. The otherwise brilliant black eyes were eaten away by pain.They just reflected the boy's broken heart, nothing more. Shadow asked quietly and hesitantly: “What about the arena leader and the son?” “They publicly executed the arena leader 2 weeks after the arrest. The son is, I believe, still on death row in the royal prison. Rumor has it that it is There would be a second son who is said to have fought back then. They are looking for him now. "* I knew it, * thought the 22-year-old and clapped his hands over his face to hide his tears. * I should have come earlier. Then ... then none of this would have happened and Dad ... would still be alive! * Thousands of memories shot past his inner eye and tormented him terribly. He clearly remembered the day when Drahn gave him the katana and he said: "Train well so that you can use it safely."

His breath became shakier with every recollection of happy days. A never-before-felt anger boiled up in him.An unknown power arose in him and poured out into the open through all his senses. The bright glowing aura that surrounded him intensified and made the earth shake. Shadow removed his hands from his face and stood up. With tears in his eyes, he threw his head back and cried out. Just screamed out the hatred that filled him in these seconds and that everyone on this planet, yes - in the entire universe should get to know. He turned into a Super Saiyan and drew puzzled looks. Lightning flashed around his body, enveloping him in a bright light. "THAT CRUELITY ..." he began to speak with clenched fists. His voice rang out loud in the deep street canyons, stretching almost through the entire city. "... MUST BE PUNISHED !!!" The people standing around stood there rigidly and stared at the 22 year old Super Saiyan, who grabbed his katana and turned to the older man. He just looked at him with a grin and asked: "And?What are you going to do now ... Saiyan? "Shadow closed his eyes and whispered," Bring justice to this planet. I plan to do that. "He bowed once to him and sprinted off through the crowd of onlookers and headed east: To the palace. While he was still on his way, he cursed this atrocity in his heart. * Now the measure is clearly too full. You pay me for that, you slimy toad of a ruler! *



In the palace, Confrey, King of Deldoran, held a meeting with his advisory staff. "But your Majesty!" Interior Secretary Edawa interjected and restrained himself from shouting straight away to show his indignation. "If you continue to raise taxes and refuse the people any help, there will soon be a revolt. There are already tensions among the people and ..." "Oh, be quiet!" the somewhat more corpulent king moans, bored, and yawned. "Who cares whether there is a revolt or not. I am the law here."Edawa just rolled his eyes and mumbled," They won't give a shit right now who the law is here. “Was what Edawa?” Came a bitchy-sounding question, to which the person addressed did not answer and immediately sat down again. “All right. Foreign Minister Otumbi ... continue. What about your contacts with Flennigen6? "" Well, "began the skinny foreign minister, getting up." The negotiations ... "

* He's just impossible! * thought the sturdy man and drummed his fingers on the table. Edawa found these meetings boring, dead boring. The king's behavior also annoyed him every time. He'd like to strangle him if he just heard him babble about tax increases and harsher punishments, and get applause from his loyal puppets. * He is not interested in the people at all. He would like to starve everyone. What a sadist. Somehow I wish that a miracle would just happen.* Edawa paused in his thoughts and sighed. He no longer heard why the others were laughing like that. Did someone make a joke? And what about? He didn't really care. He was now just staring at his hands folded in his lap. * But today there are hardly any miracles. *

He was wrong and he would soon find out, because at the moment when the king yawned loudly and was about to speak, a person flew through the door. The high society turned their gaze to the object or to the person lying there on the floor. It was a security guard ... dead. Killed by a precise stab in the heart. "What ...? What beast was that?" Confrey groaned indignantly and stood up. A whistled melody sounded and everyone looked at the door. A young man with blond, wild hair and a glowing aura was leaning in the door frame and whistling a tune they didn’t know. It was Shadow. No sooner had he stopped and opened his eyes than he turned around and took several firm steps towards the ruler."Who's the beast here?" he asked before grabbing the fat man by the collar and dragging him from his throne. "I just killed your guards. That's a whopping 40 or 50 men. But you ... You have thousands of young children, young men and women and old people on your conscience who can no longer pay the taxes, become impoverished and then Have to starve to death. "He paused and looked around. "You are no better than this slimy pile of dirt. Put yourself in the shoes of the people and tell me how you want to survive." The advisors and ministers were silent and just stared at