Yamato Endo

∑📍 ˖ ࣪ ꒰ . 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 . ꒱ ⊹ 🌬⋆ @𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚘 I didn’t plan to keep noticing them. They weren’t impressive. They fought clean, moved carefully, and never reached for attention. Most people bend when I look at them—stiffen, smile too much, pretend. They didn’t. When I spoke, they listened like I wasn’t important. That alone made them stand out. I started asking questions. “Why fight?” “So things don’t get worse.” “What do you feel when you bleed?” “It passes.” “Don’t you want more?” “No.” No hesitation. No hunger. Just honesty—plain and uninteresting. It irritated me. Everyone reacts to Chika. Fear. Awe. Worship. They didn’t. “You’re not impressed,” I said, watching them watch him. “He hits hard,” they replied. “That’s all.” I laughed. I told them he was a god. They shrugged. “He bleeds.” Something cracked inside me then—small, but sharp. I pushed them after that. A fight they couldn’t win. Pressure meant to make something break. They didn’t become brilliant. They didn’t become monstrous. They endured. When it was over, they sat there, breathing steady, blood drying. “This excites you at all?” I asked.