Roja Bilka

Most babies in the world are born peacefully to happy parents with no real casualties except for the mother's extreme pain during and shortly after the labor. Some have bad luck and either kill their mother in the process, miss out some details in birth and at the worst case even die shortly due to instability of organs or other reasons. Medical miracles are needed in these situations. But in Roja Horus Bilka's case, the childhood was most likely the hardest part of his life.

In truth, the town of Erbaff a country far away from Magnolia was the Bilkans' residence at that time and due to tragedy and a terrorist, egoist king all doctors were to be taken away from the lands all to be dedicated directly to the king's support whenever he felt a little ill. In fact, all workers of the lower lands of this mountain-shaped kingdom were bought up to the Upper Yards where they were in all truth enslaved by the king to do his bidding whenever he felt like it, all for his amusement and so his life would be perfect. His own son lived just like one of them while the queen was banished shortly after giving birth to the prince for weakness. Due to this, the people of Erbaff suffered for a very long time that seemed like absolute eternity from starvation, heavy sickness and the like. Their bodies were weak due to all of the doctors' absence and no food would be harvested or hunted down as anybody showing enough talent to accomplish such a job would be immediately transported to the Upper Yard, to work for the king of course, if they want to preserve their life. The people's determination was immense to survive, as taking down the tyrant king seemed like an impossible task. And one day, the tragedy happened that killed Ghette Julie Bilka, Roja's mother, and that was obviously the birth of the child.

Despite the young age, the father Antonio Karset Bilka managed to supply the child with the food and water he had intended to preserve for himself, deciding that he is perhaps in the best of his years, being a lively 27 year old male, but this child was too precious to lose and therefore he was to grow up like a normal boy in these harsh times. Through the use of continuous, exhausting Illusion Magic the father practiced for long and after a year with the boy had mastered to the point of Real Illusions, Antonio was able to make young Roja believe he's being treated normally like a normal boy while the king was fooled into believing thosr two Bilkas were hanging on the edge of their lives trying to survive. But the tyrant was not an oaf, and seeing as two persons living just barely for more than two years is enough to cause everyone to suspect, especially when there isn't much chaces of escaping the royal watch. Therefore, the king had prepared very carefully a plan that can expose the actual lifestyle those father and son were holding in truth, but after a simple mistake young, unaware had done that exposed them it turnrd out the tyrant did not need the plan at all, ordering the capture of those two healthy siblings immediately, and so had happened. The extreme fatigue was long before built in the father, and he passed away half a year before the capture, turning out to be using his Illusoon Magic through a thought projection, resting at last a week after being caprured, making sure his precious 3-year old son is in hands as good as could be in these conditions.

For 5 long years Roja was enslaved, forced to do even more than everyone else because the king had presumed he coulf use Illusion Magic as well, trying to extract as much as he could from the little boy. Obviously, he had not enjoyed a single moment of it, as no one would, and if it weren't for the small group of other slaves kept to keep him company this boy would have long since broke mentally. Something in his physical form didn't allow his body to be worn down too much to the point of dieing. The savior that came to the slaves' rescue could not be foreseen by anybody, as such a cruel method was not thought of by anyone. One day on this gifantic mountain appeared a creature larger than any building on the whole kingdom, including the palace itself. With a simple blast of mighty Magic Power never seen before by the eyes of no one, the entire kingdom island was turned to absolutely nothing, killing the outmost major population - amongst them the king and his son and nearly all the slaves. The island was flattened and became a terribly unstable, stormy desert where they said the beast still dwells. Nobody knew exactly what it was: the lowest amount of people claim it to be god himself while the main majority became followers of the Dark Mage Zeref in thought this was one of his dempns that arrived for their liberation. There is an equal amount of believers who say a blast from another world caused the horizon and that in truth it was one of the majestic Dragons never seen before. In truth, the investigation of Erubaff incident continues even today.

The sufferring did not end that day, as Roja was forced to lookout for himself, with a wounded leg and nearly zero experience or resources. The storms of the desert were somehow a resort to get water, but no food was found all the while the boy scattered the zone. With no power left and no way to exit or even a glance of a way out, Roja collapsed. He was dead for sure - if the next father figure had not found him half a day later.

Roja woke up a week later thirsty (I am not going to lie, you wanted details.) as shit. He ran towards the first source of water as fast as possible, diving into the pond and drinking to his delight, only later realizing his entire body is covered in bandages and that he is no longer in that same desert as earlier. His confusion stopped when everything was explained to him by the man who had saved him, Enaal Fugaku. The reason was unknown to the boy as just as explanation ended, Enaal renamed Roja Bilka into 'Horus Fugaku'. Per his demand, Horus was to call him Master as from that day, the boy was recruited to the middle-aged man's dojo for Martial Arts. Young Horus was given a daily schedule he would follow that showed no free time at all, every day with different tasks and if he was to do something wrong, a physical scold was coming without a doubt. Most of the schedule included martial arts free and instructed training, given by Enaal and accompanying Anubi, Horus' 4 year senior and the master's only daughter and family member he was still in contact with. Obviously, at the start of his days, Horus was a terrible practitioner that had no form at all, but luckily for him, despite his small body he boasted immense physical endurance - most likely due to his 5 years of slavery. He hated this life although it was better than being a slave. Old man Enaal was always so mad at him and doing things with no apparent reason to make training harder for young Horus, expecting him nothing less than perfect. Beyond that, Anubi always made fun of him while she clearly didn't go under the same immense hard training Horus underwent.

But there were good sides to this life as well: he was fed, provided a comfortable futon to sleep in and was taught martial arts and of what every fundenmental thing a kid his age should know. Every year had three special days in which all chores are lifted from one of the small family members due to their birthday, when at night a happy celebration would take (Anubi personally had troubles opening up until the boy reached his adolesence). In addition, once a month a 'fun day' was scheduled where the three will leave to the nearby Punk-M City to do as they please for 7 whole hours, right after lunch. After a year, after turning 9, Horus accepted this lifestyle completely, no longer minding about the vigorous training followed immediately by the hallway cleaning process. Perhaps it is because he had caught a better grasp of how things work that he got used and that master Enaal stopped scolding him so often.

Never once had Horus beat Enaal in their weekly match and not until a long time passed had he beat Anubi. By the age of 11, Enaal used an entire hour of a year to show his two disciples the true potential of his magic type, Kenpo Magic (Horus had no idea his 'Master' was actually a wizard as neither family members mentioned anything about it until the first hour). When asked when this Magic type will be passed on by either child, the answer was always the same, when they become true masters of their form. This method gave the two young practitioners a reason to work hard for despite the harsh training with a madman. And time kept on passing as gradually both disciples improved to amazing degrees, sparing on an equal term with their old master Enaal when combining their forces and the opponent not using Magic. He was happy to see how his 'children' grew up magnificently, as while not precisely a true master, 18-year old Horus utilized many techniques he learned in his own variations while 22-year old Anubi had mastered 'her form' and thus began training Kenpo Magic before the boy. And even with her training taking effect, a year later was Horus' first victory, a day that was worth of a celebration. He began with a single win considered a fluke and continued to occassionally, to mostly until at the age of 23 there was not a single match against his partner he did not come out of as the victor. Maybe it was because somewhere in those years, a romantic relationship was developed between Anubi and Horus.

All this time together until the younger student reached his adolescent years, the girl - who had been going through puberty herself and left the dojo to run errands in town a lot more often showed no signs of actual intent to open up to this youngster, but something triggered (or something) in her mind that made her feel awfully comfortable next to the guy once he beat her for the first time. Eventually, it was her that started this whole thing as Horus, while indeed seeing Anubi as a woman and not as a relative during his puberty years, did whatever he could to preserve these sinning, lustful emotions of his, until they burst out at once once she made her move. Of course, their position could not get much more complicated when Enaal stated one day he will find his daughter a powerful, successful man for a husband, putting Horus in (a disadvantage and) a problem he never faced before, in his foolishness declaring to his master directly about his relationship with Anubi, much to Enaal's rage Though willing to punish this young man like he had never did before in his life, the master agreed to negotiate on a proper solution for this, deciding on a duel between himself and Horus - this time, the old man using his full strength, including the mastery of Kenpo Magic. It was in this duel, where Horus was at a complete disadvantage that Enaal acknowledged his progress and tasted his real fruits' taste, doing surprisingly well in percepting his old master's attacks and shifting from offensive to evasive, actually gaining the upper hand in battle until the old man manifested his Aura. The battle's outcome was obvious, but instead of a finishing pin following a punch to the face, Enaal simply calmed down. He allowed his 'son' to leave the duel with the result as it was, but the younger of men stayed true to his word and although wanting just as much as his girlfriend, he could not get close to her at all.

Time passed. By the age of 25, Horus had already became a true master of 'his form' but there were almost no records of his smile shown around the house again. Enaal found a man that could marry Anubi, but unlike with Horus, he has not allowed that son-in-law to enter the dojo. Horus' Kenpo Magic training didn't last even a year, but barely three months as a tragic event followed soon after. One night, Enaal Fugaku called out his 'son' to the highest spot of their house which the boy had cleaned not once (to say the very, very least) seemingly for some talk. They exchanged cups of Saké, following the tradition. Throughout their conversation, the name Horus or Anubi were not mentioned even once, but the names Roja Bilka and Theá Fugaku, and although he has definitely seen his master drunk before, this was a side of him Roja had never seen before. He was a lot calmer, almost desperate. In this talk, he clarified why to him it was unheard of for his two children to be together, why he renamed them both, even what intention he had to saving a random boy in the desert. The talk ended with the main subject Roja asked himself through it: why the sudden distance break and this talk now. Enaal answered with simply, "I'm dying". Per his word, Roja Bilka was to scatter Earthland to become a true master, and would he find a young boy like he was - on the verge of death - afterwards, he is to take him in as a disciple to continue the Fugaku Legacy, just like his master did and just like Enaal's master did, even like that person's master. The Fugaku Legacy, since its start, was never carried by blood although Enaal is the first figure to try make it happen.

The day later, Horus and Anubi exchanged words for the final time. Horus, Enaal's messanger, informed Anubi of her father's awareness of his fatal illness and thay he is to leave per master word. They departed with the promise that one day, either individual will surely become the greatest.

Now 26, Roja Horus Bilka has arrived on a foreign country.

"... (My god.)"

He watched it. He watched the entire scene. Simply everything that happened up to that moment of fate, he watched it all in jealousy at first, but in shock after the new individual's entrance. Of course, if he didn't act like a regular bystander on the convenient tree branch 100 feet away from the event, he would have most likely been threatened to be killed as well. But this, this was just way too... It almost looked like this threatening character hopped right out of a horror movie lacrima, a fictional psychopath aiming his sword at simply everything he doesn't like just didn't seem all that logical to the boy.  What's more, he was targeting one of his dearest, despite only knowing the female for around an hour if not two or three. He didn't care all that much about the other guy, but what this crazy stranger attempted was simply going overboard. Absolutely unacceptable, but if he was to enter then the brown haired would make himself another, easier target due to his fear of death. Hiding behind the green leaves on the thick brown branch of that convenient tree, Jan Ren watched in awe with his eyes widened as the blade's sharper edge was aimed at his dearest's throat, nearly executing the girl.

He could not stay a chicken forever.

Terrified as a deer being hunted down by a hungry pack of lions, Jan Ren took off his orange-themed shoe and threw it directly out of his hiding spot, aiming at the black terrorist. "(I am going to die!)" He thought to himself, desiring to cover up some more or to just cower somewhere in fear but knowing he's incapable of doing that, as much as he wants to. He quickly jumped off the branch he sat on, making the leaves rustle even more than they did thanks to the windy breeze. Landing on the floor with his hand and right knee on the grassy ground to soften the fall was a boy with dark green long-sleeved jacket and pants of a similar color, one orange shoe and one white sock, a white short-sleeved undershirt beneath his bad boy getup and rather long spiky hair, that - to Airi, presuming she still remembered him - was most definitely Jan Ren. His unique ears and wolf tail were enough to identify him. The new male slowly stood up, revealing his expression as his head raised. This was utter and clear anger, an intimidating expression he had not wore in a long time. Right now, Jan Ren was a kitten challenging a dragon.

His mind was still focused on his fear rather than on his heroic action. The wind blew powerfully at his landing, almost whistling through the leaves of the grass and the tree. While his expression showed a completely prepared figure, his mental condition was still comprehending with the fact this boy was almost throwing away his life. "Leave them alone, fiend!!" He declared aggressively, obviously aiming at the armed threat. This was mostly the best distraction he could come up with at the moment for thosr teo innocent souls to escape the grasp of death. But he himself needed a little wake-up slap to get fully prepared for this unavoidable brawl.