Seven long years passed.
Seven years of training in silence.
Seven years of remembering the sound of collapsing walls.
Seven years of seeing his mother's final expression.
Tonight, Tiger moves.
He ties a dark mask around his face. His eyes are calm — not burning with rage, but sharpened by it.
From rooftop to rooftop, he crosses the city like a shadow. His movements are precise, controlled. No wasted energy. No hesitation.
But he is not alone.
Across the rooftops, a girl dressed in black follows him silently. Her movements are just as clean. Just as trained.
She whispers softly,
"So this is him…"
Tiger reaches Tigor's place.
Without drama, without shouting, he crashes through the rooftop window. Glass shatters across the room.
Tigor is seated calmly, reading.
He slowly closes the book.
"So," Tigor says without standing, "the boy who survived has finally grown."
Tiger steps forward.
"Seven years," he says quietly. "I counted every day."
Tigor smirks. "And yet you're still alive because I allowed it."
In an instant, Tiger moves.
He grabs Tigor and slams him into the wall. The impact cracks the structure. Furniture shatters. The floor caves under the force.
But Tiger is not wild.
Every strike is measured.
Every movement controlled.
The mysterious girl watches from the rooftop opening, her eyes widening slightly.
"He's not fighting with anger… he's hunting."
Tigor struggles but begins to smile.
"Good," he says. "Show me what those seven years gave you."
He unleashes his Light Power.
His body flashes like a streak of lightning, vanishing from Tiger's grip.
Tiger turns instantly — but Tigor is already across the room.
Light explodes outward, blinding the space.
Tigor's voice echoes:
"You trained your body. I mastered speed."
With a burst of light, he escapes into the night.
Silence falls.
Tiger stands in the broken room, breathing steadily.
He clenches his fist once.
"Light speed…" he mutters. "So that's what you've been hiding."
From the rooftop, the girl watches him carefully.
"You're still incomplete," she whispers. "But interesting."
She disappears into the darkness.
Later, Tiger walks alone along the empty road.
He removes his mask.
There is no satisfaction on his face.
Only realization.
"This isn't over," he says quietly. "Not yet."
And the night swallows him.
walking quietly along the dark footpath.