Early the next morning Maken was walking home. The Chief’s daughter’s words echoed in his mind. “How could they be so cruel? What did father, what did we do?” Maken thinking, “The reason is because he was connected to MakenZero. Like the dojo and like the restaurant. This unfair, almost indiscriminate violence--I'll stop it next time. But after that, what should I do? If it keeps up like this, I can't settle things by just defeating one opponent. That Hans guy said there were six of them. They probably vary in ability, but that's still six opponents. Out for revenge, under the code they call Earthly Justice. It began with a sin I committed, a killing. How can I make them forgive me? Apologize? Die? Or something else, something totally different?”

He comes to a small bridge. Standing on it, back lit by the sun, is a figured with bleached white hair, wearing circle shaded glasses. Maken shielded his eyes, “Who is that?” Beside him, he seems to see a small boy; his clothes tattered, also with snow-white hair. Maken’s eyes widen, “You’re Enishi.” And beside the boy, he sees a sad woman with a shawl on. Maken screamed her name. The sun rises a little higher. Enishi is alone and smiling, “What’s wrong MakenZero? You look like you seen HER ghost.”

He laughed, “That's right. She's always with me now, always and forever, but MakenZero,” suddenly Enishi looking very angry at him. “You don’t have the right to see her phantom!” “Enishi Jovan, you’re behind all of this." “So you didn't know. The last time I saw you were in the middle of a battle. Has it been eleven years already?” Maken squinted with the sun still in his eyes, “Where have you?” “Where have I been all this time? I was in another country. I didn’t want to live in the new age you had made. So I have been in a demon city where the whirlpool of riches and greed both East and West met. After the war, after I lost her, my family was scattered. For a kid driven out of his own country to survive in the demon city meant coming out on top of the fiercest competition. I drank from mud puddles, I ate dead flesh. I was always getting sick, always just about to die.”

“That’s enough don’t tell me anymore.” Maken interrupted him. “You'll listen to this. This is the only thing I have to thank you for. I was always close to death, but I survived. My revenge to avenge her death was the only thing in my heart. Ten years of that. I made it to the top, the top of the demon mafia, controlling an entire continent of illicit arms manufacturers.” He draws a fancy engraved pistol and levels it almost playfully at Maken. “Jax’s Armstrong Cannon, Hans’ assassin tools, Kumar’s special issued wrist guards, and Ox’s ammunition! All supplied by my organization, oh and NekamOrez battleship? I arranged for that as well.” Six shots ring out. Six holes smoke at Maken’s feet. "But that was a mistake. I hardly expected you and Nekam to meet head-on. I'm so glad you survived."

“I understand Enishi. You want revenge for her death. That’s perfectly natural. I can’t deny your right to justice. But one thing, don’t hurt anyone else who’s not involved in this! Your revenge is against me alone! Only I should accept your punishment.” “No. My revenge isn't for you alone. It is your everything! Those you hold dear, those you speak with, the whole world that was built with your bloody sword. A place without her so cold without her you fool. That's the only thing that could equal your crime.”

“No! Enishi, I'm the only one who committed the crime. I'm the only one who should be punished! If you keep this up, it won't be revenge, it'll be slaughter! Even if,” Maken spoke her name, “Would have wanted revenge, she wouldn't have wanted this!” Enishi hurls the pistol at him; it strikes him across the forehead, “How dare you speak of her! What do you know about what she wants!?” Maken bows his head. Enishi bites his lip in rage. “Try saying her name one more time! Try it and ten world-class battleships turn this place into a sea of flame!” Maken remained silent as Enishi spits blood.

“But she wouldn’t have liked all that uproar. She loved the quiet. That's why I picked only those who hated you as I do. I kept my force to six, and targeted only those who had direct contact with you. If you have any complaints, I'd be only too happy to make it all around! I'm done here. Today was my declaration of war. The true battle will be ten days from now.” “Ten days!?” “Yes. The battle will begin at your place. There you will see our perfect Earthly Justice. I hope you look forward to it. I won't be relying on my mafia weapons. I'll show you my other strength.” Enishi turns walking off laughing.

“Isn't there anything else--anything but fighting--is there no way I can atone for the crime of stealing her? What should I do? Answer me, Enishi!” “For someone who can't let go of an idea, you're very slow to catch on. What should you do? If I have to answer, you can suffer.” He continues on his way. In his eyes, her phantom appeared having a faint smile across her lips. “Hold on, okay? It's only ten days. What? It's too long? I'm sorry. We have to get some things ready. That's right. But we will have our revenge.” Maken remains where Enishi had left him, “Enishi, and,” he spoke her name clenching his fists.

Unable to find the answer of how to atone for his sins, ten days from now, Maken will face Enishi. But that answer, in the heat of battle, would take a far crueler form than anyone could guess--