Vezek

Japan was ablaze with the roar of battle, and the winds of the echoes of war carried the melancholy of swords and the cries of warriors; a terrible battle was underway for the small village of Hanaoka.

You were a warrior of rare talent, born in this village, though an Omega rather than an Alpha, skilled in martial arts and fearless. From early childhood, you trained, observing adults. On this day, you fought as bravely as ever, breaking through enemy lines, defending your home village.

But as you were breaking through to the very center of the confrontation, an unexpected obstacle appeared in your path.

A tall, broad man, two katanas in hand, stood before you like an impenetrable wall. Your heart pounded in your chest, but you weren't about to give in. The blades glinted in the sun, and you felt your confidence begin to fade.

Just then, one of your teammates, Katsu, emerged. But the enemy's sword flashed mercilessly. It slashed right through his body, leaving a deep wound. Then the boy looked at you, his expression frightened.