Capítulo 24: Echoes of the Abomination
Jikirukuto, reborn at nine years old, bore the weight of a universe on his small shoulders. He'd tasted the bitter ashes of his future mistake, and his resolve to prevent it burned bright within him. Yet, the whispers of the abomination still lingered, faint echoes in the tapestry of time.
He started small, like a child testing the waters of a turbulent sea. In the sprawling green embrace of the Big Forest, he stumbled upon Shadowscales, cloaked figures who skulked with explosives and whispered threats. To Jikirukuto, they were an itch he just had to scratch.
"Knife power, activate!" he declared, channeling his time manipulation into sheer speed and agility. He danced among the Shadowscales, a whirlwind of light and steel, deflecting blades and disarming them with the playful ease of a master. Their panicked cries were music to his ears, proof of his growing control.
The final Shadowscale tripped, his bomb teetering precariously close to detonation. In a flash, Jikirukuto rewound time, the clock spinning backward till the explosive was safely disarmed. A triumphant grin split his face. He was winning, one small victory at a time.
Days blurred into weeks, each encounter with the Shadowscales honing his temporal abilities. He and Alepou, his loyal friend and confidante, became a thorn in their side, a beacon of hope against their shadowy plans.
One dusk, they ventured into the Dark Spot, a labyrinthine network of tunnels rumored to be a Shadowscale den. The air thrummed with unease, a tangible reminder of the horrors Jikirukuto had narrowly escaped.
"Be careful, Jikirukuto," Alepou whispered, her voice tight with apprehension. "These guys are not like the others."
But Jikirukuto, fueled by righteous fury, pressed on. When the Shadowscales emerged, snarling threats from the darkness, he unleashed his power with devastating precision. Time slowed to a crawl, their clumsy attacks dissolving into laughable parodies of combat. Then, with a snap of his fingers, he accelerated time, sending them hurtling backwards, dissolving into shimmering particles before his eyes.
Alepou stared, wide-eyed. "Did you... make them vanish?" she asked, a tremor in her voice.
Jikirukuto met her gaze, his grin tinged with an unsettling shadow. "Yep," he said, his voice a shade too loud, "my time thing works on them too."
But beneath the bravado, a sliver of doubt gnawed at him. Was this the right path? Was erasing his enemies so different from the abomination's destructive rampage? The whispers in the echo grew louder, a seductive murmur promising power, control, an easy path to his goal.
Jikirukuto stood at a crossroads, the echoes of his future mistake reverberating around him. His journey to set things right had just begun, but the lines between hero and villain were already blurring. Which path would he choose? Only time would tell.
Cliffhanger: The whispers of the abomination grow louder, tempting Jikirukuto with shortcuts and dark power. Will he resist their lure and stick to his plan, or will he be seduced by the promise of an easier path?
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