Weak or strong, all men wish for one thing at their most desperate time. At one point. No, at this point, even Ryuga was no exception.
"Power... if I have it, no one can stop me. If I have power, no one can stand in my way. I can finally save my loved ones. I can save them all. I thought if I never raised a malicious blade to anyone, I could gain happiness in exchange. BUT I WAS PROVEN TO BE SOLEMNLY WRONG." He took deep breaths as he stood up.
"Please... help me. I beg of you." Ryuga said in a pleading tone.
"We cannot do that. As of now, your heart and spirit are in the wrong place. Helping you acquire power is not advisable on our part." One of the oracles responded.
"We have no choice but to... let you go. You have a strong will. If you reincarnate, you might still have the chance to wield this blade." Another responded.
"There is nothing for you in the world anymore. Accept this, and be at peace." Another one of them added sternly.
