It was a normal day, like all the others in that small countryside town. At a skewer stand, an old man was grilling meat skewers while the television aired a show well-known in the city. Business was booming, so there was a lot of work to do.
— Hm? What's that?
Said a boy around 1.60 meters tall, relatively short. The boy had medium-length black hair. His skin tone was somewhere between fair and tan, and a black cloth mask covered his face. The old man, hearing the young one's question, looked surprised and replied:
— Oh, you're not from around here?! Bishop Uzai is a very famous man throughout the country!!
Such words shocked the boy, as even though he was born in Buraji, he had never even heard of the religious figure, having had limited access to things.
— Well, I am from here! But, you know how it is… my generation doesn't really keep up with that kind of stuff.
The cook listened, still puzzled by the masked boy's ignorance of the great bishop. Noticing the awkward atmosphere, the black-haired boy spoke up:
— Ah, I'll take two meat skewers with curd cheese. And a soda, if possible!
You couldn't see it due to the cloth mask, but a friendly smile appeared on the face of the odd teen. Upon hearing the order, the old man placed some skewers over the fire, slowly letting them heat. Then, from a pack outside the fridge, he pulled out a small glass bottle and revealed his power. This cook had the incredible ability to chill anything he touched. He used this on the bottle of carbonated drink, handing it over once it was cold.
— Here you go, my boy!
— Oh, thank you very much!
Replied the masked one, drinking the soda under his mask. As the mood returned to normal, the mysterious young man subtly pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, stared at it for a moment, then asked:
— So this Uzai… why is he so important and well-known?
Continuing his usual grill routine, the old man didn't think too hard about the question, answering as if it were nothing special:
— Ah, he's famous because of his miracles! I know everyone has powers in this world, but Uzai's are just insane! He can heal others, and he's even turned stone into gold!
The mustached old man removed the skewers from the grill and handed them to the boy. After receiving them, the mysterious young man quickly ate the food and left the money on the table.
— Thanks for the chat, old man!
The teen's steps were calm, but there was a small hint of joy as he walked. A few minutes passed — around four since he started walking — before he arrived at a dark and ominous alley.
— Man, did he really come here? What an ugly place!
Said the black-haired one in a low voice as he calmly walked into the alley. From inside, a voice began to echo:
— BROTHER KURA, DID YOU FIND ANYTHING?!
The voice was shrill, loud, and screamed in hysteria — it clearly belonged to someone extremely frantic. As Kura approached, the silhouette of the screamer became clear. The one yelling was a teenager about the same age as the masked boy. The alley boy wore a white suit and hat as pale as paper, and long black hair tied back fell to his back, completing his look.
— Damn, you sure yell a lot, Arold!
Complained the one with the black cloth mask, scratching his left ear with his pinky and making an uncomfortable face. Arold, hearing his brother's complaint, subtly cleared his throat before speaking.
— Sorry, brother! It's just that you're so much shorter than me, I thought the sound wouldn't reach your ears unless I shouted!
Kura heard that, clearly enraged, clenching his fist and moving toward the taller one.
— What?! Show some respect, you brat! I'm older than you!
Arold started running in circles inside the alley, laughing loudly at his older brother's fury, teasing him:
— Short and angry like that, you look just like a Pinscher!!
Hearing such a provocation, the short-statured youth suddenly stopped chasing after his younger brother. During the pause, he took a deep breath and spoke to himself:
"Calm down… calm down… the mission, focus on the mission! We need this to pass the test…"
After finally cooling down, the older brother locked eyes with the one in the white suit and said:
— Well, I found out some things about Uzai's power. I found out he's probably an environmental manipulation type, got it?
The long-haired one listened carefully, a sadistic grin forming at the corner of his mouth. He replied:
— Great, great! That means he's probably pretty weak! So, where do we find him, huh?!
Hearing those words, the medium-haired one froze momentarily, clearly not having thought about how to find their target.
— W-well… I hadn't thought about that, but… he is pretty famous in this town! So…
He moved his right hand near his right ear. With this motion, Kura activated his powers. His ability involves creating, manipulating, and controlling lightning and electricity. Using part of his capabilities, the electric teen intercepted radio waves in the city's air, searching for anything linked to Bishop Uzai. After much scanning, he finally found something, extracting useful information.
— Tomorrow, there'll be a religious gathering at the church — a perfect opportunity for us to complete the mission!
Arold heard those words and laughed joyfully, responding excitedly:
— Perfect! I can't wait!!
With everything finally on track, the pair of brothers quietly left the alley, heading back to the hotel where they were staying.