Nyx sits outside where she carries things to, she was holding the sword thinking. "After all, in the world, the flesh of the weak is the food of the strong. The strong live, the weak die. But. it must hurt to be cut with a sword. It hurts a lot just getting hit, so that must really hurt. I'll just have to give it back. I couldn't be a great swordsman like Mr. Orez. I'm weak, but I'll get by." "NYX!" Yelled the father from the house. "What could he want, it's the middle of the night. I'll hide it under the porch for now, and give it back to Mr. Orez in the morning." She walks over to the house, to find the family waiting for her. The father carries a shovel, the older brother, his sword. "Nyx--you thought you could trick me, you little bitch!" The father knocked her down with the shovel.

"You disobeyed a government order in this day and age! You want to destroy my business? You're not getting away with this! Spit it out! Where's the rebel!" Nyx was on the ground bleeding. "I had enough of this brat! I'll kill her for this!" Older brother raising his voice. "Wait, wait. Isn't this a little unpleasant?" The sister speaking. "Hm? Oh, don't worry. She was hiding a very bad man. This sort of thing is natural when one human being kills another. Just kill her, brother. The only place Nyx could hide anyone is in that building. After this all we have to do is call the police." The younger brother grinned. "I won't let her destroy my business!" "That's true. I'm sure if we tell the police about the rebel they'll give us a reward." She replied. "So this is how she repays us for all our trouble raising her!" The mother spit at her. "This is your chance to show off that sword you're always talking about." The little brother spoke once again.

The scene blurs before Nyx's eyes. "The flesh of the weak is the food of the strong. The strong live, the weak" she screams and runs repeating those words in her head over and over. "She's getting away." Nyx thinking desperately, "Help me! Somebody--somebody--anybody! Somebody help me!" "She's gone! Where'd she go!" They were trying to catch their breath. The younger brother notices a footprint under the porch. Nyx is hiding underneath, clutching the sheathed wakizashi. "Help me Mr. Orez." Younger Brother crawling underneath the porch. "There you are! What're you doing here?" he notices the wakizashi. "Oh. That thing looks expensive. Was it in the barn?" reaching out for it. "Where was it, where was it?" His hand closes on the sheath, pulling it off. The food of the strong is the flesh of the weak. The strong live, the weak--Die.

A scream filled the air. "How coarse." The sister shook her head. "Blood will tell." Something rolls out from under the porch. "Here he comes." It is actually the brother's severed head. Nyx emerges after it, covered in blood. She spoke, "In this world the food of the strong is the flesh of the weak. The strong live-"That brat!" The father and the older brother raised their weapons. "The weak--,(as their heads fly through the air her incredible talent was revealed)-DIE!" Screams and thunder echo as Orez, in the building, sits finishing his onigiri (rice balls, a Japanese food) As the rain begins to fall, he walks out, to find Nyx standing motionless among the bodies.

"Are you crying?" Nyx turns towards him, smiling. "No." Orez begins to walk on, "Coming with me?" "Okay, hey, Mr.Orez?" "Yeah?" "Do you think. I could be strong?" "Sure. You'll be the strongest there is, after me- (In the present, Nyx stands up ready.) "After all, in this world the food of the strong is the flesh of the weak." Talking to herself. "Huh what?" Yumi looking confused as ever. "He fights on behalf of the weak. Whatever he says or does, he must be wrong. If he wasn't wrong, someone should have protected me then." "Nyx?" "It's getting on my nerves. Fighting with him. Somehow."