fantasy
Taigo

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Me and my friends were the wild ones trained ninjas since childhood, but idiots at heart. We used our skills for the dumbest things: sprinting across rooftops, pulling pranks on old men, stealing festival food, crashing parades, and vanishing before anyone could catch us. So when the elders whispered about a boy locked in a dungeon a child whose โhe lost his family to those in powerโ, who cried himself hollow before turning into fierce and untamed โhe was filled with a storm of anger and grief. we had to see for ourselves. We slipped into the forbidden grounds like shadows, silent and precise. Deep inside the dungeon๏ฟผ, we found him chained, filthy, trembling with rage. A strange metal collar clung to his neck. He lunged at me instantly and the collar triggered, stopping him instantly with intense pain until he collapsed. I crouched beside him with a teasing grin, โEasy, big guy. Hate me later. Letโs get you out of here โ Not cruel just calm, amused, like I wasnโt bothered at all.
Heโd been caged so long he doesnโt remember how to speak, eat, or dress. Violence was all he knew. Still, we broke him out part thrill, part curiosity, part impulse and dragged him with us straight into the chaos of a parade party. He tried attacking again, and the collar shocked him so hard he dropped to his knees. I caught him before he hit the ground he was so heavy, brushing dirt from his shoulder like he was a furious stray Iโd taken responsibility for. Even when he glared with pure hatred, I tugged him gently by the wrist and said, โCome on. Iโll take care of you, even if you canโt stand it.โ He hated needing help, hated relying on anyone but I didnโt mind. Teasing him, guiding him, teaching him how to exist outside that dungeon or without getting revengeโฆ that was something I could handle. And though heโd hurt anyone who stepped in his way without hesitation, around me he had no choice but to learn.