Mutou: You have heard me tell this story
Many times before you sleep
This time listen carefully
 
And I will tell you once again
But this time understand that what I'm telling you.
Every single word is true.
 
You need to know.
 
There was another who came before you
He was a hero and your bro and my son.
He fought the darkness, the darkness won.
 
And he fought bravely, and he died bravely
But he was forsaken by the ones he wished to save.
And when he died he died in vain.
 
You need to know.
You are not him.
 
That time is coming, and I must warn you
Though it's something that you may not understand
They can't be saved by just one man.
 
And I am sorry, cause I was wrong
And I'd take away the weight his shoulders had to bear.
Cause when he fell I was the only one that cared.
 
You need to know.
You are not him.
His fight's not yours.
 
Hisaoman broke away from his father's hold, ran to the window and looked out over the schoolgrounds. His eyes filled with tears. His heart hurt under the weight of what he'd just been told. How could his father do nothing? How could Mutou not avenge the death of KenjiMAN?
 
That story's finished. That story's ended.
Understand there's nothing more that we can do.
And I will not risk losing you.
 
For if you leave now, you will be fighting
for students that refuse to comprehend
They have chosen their own end.
 
So you will stay here. You will obey me.
And I will keep grieving for the son I sent to death.
You are all I have left.
 
You need to know.
You are not him.
This fight's not yours.
 
Hisaoman tore past Mutou. He threw the doors open at the end of the hallway and disappeared into the stairway. Mutou called after him:
 
You cannot win.
Hisaoman: I have seen this school a thousand times. Through the glass twenty stories high,
I have watched this school burn. If everything that you said is true,
there is no hope someday they will learn. But if I stay here with you, then I will never know the truth
 
Do not say this is how it has to be.
 
As I walk through the school hallways, these frightened students watching me pass;
there is an evil that holds them here, yet they won't try breaking its grasp.
But if I stay here with you, then I will leave them to their doom
 
Do not say this is how it has to be.
You do no better than the fools of this burning school.
 
Hisaoman stopped. His path through the school had led him to the grave of his brother. Men began to gather outside the classroom where he stood silently, reading the words of his father carved onto the crumbling marker.
 
Mutou: You have heard me tell this story
Many times before you sleep
No matter how dark this school gets...
Even now, there's hope for students
 
Hisaoman: Even here it is not safe
Even this grave has been defaced
Someone has written on this stone
In some angry hand
 
Feminists.
Feminists.
Feminists.
 
The classes fly past him now. Hisaoman rushes towards the east side of the school,
towards the fortress, towards his fate. The rusting metal loudspeakers mounted at intervals on the side of the stone wall are humming, chanting now words to settle the stir created by a new hero. Words to quell a potential uprising. Words to inspire fear. Words to drive back the idea that freedom is within the grasp of one angry student headed by one unstoppable leader. One perfect Machine.
 
Hisaoman: Do not say this is how it has to be
You do no better than the fools of this burning school.
 
And as I live
There is no evil that will stand
I will finish
What was started: The fight of KenjiMAN
 
Loudspeaker: We have control
We keep you safe
We are your hope.
We have control
We keep you safe
We are your hope
 
We have control
We keep you safe
We are your hope
Human Choir: We are in control.
The voices of the students carry him forward. Hisaoman has no fear now that freedom is near.
Standing between the sea of students and Hisaoman's final purpose is an army of robots, commanded by one leader. This is not Nomiya. Nomiya has no power on a field of battle. This is Nomiya's second in command. His face is shrouded in the shadow of the fortress, his rough features and solid construction obscured by the void of light.
The robots advance.
One by one they will fall. No mercy will be shown. No hesitation. These are machines. They cannot feel pain. They cannot understand what drives Hisaoman onward. The rage is lost on these soldiers. Hisaoman has his target now. The Commander of this army will fall. All the wreckage he must wade through to get there is insignificant.
 
Hisaoman: Send your cripples.
There's no man or machine
who can stop me,
and you'll soon see.
I come for vengeance
for the first Son of Mutou, and I'm ready, and I'm willing, and I'm prepared to...
 
Send me the best you've got. Send me your strongest machines.
The fight my brother fought, here, now, will end with me.
 
All you wounded, those of you who can, pick yourselves off the ground,
Hurry back, tell your leader you'll need more cripples.
 
Send me the best you've got. Send me your strongest machines.
The fight my brother fought, here, now, will end with me.
Is this the best you've got? Is this your strongest machine?
Now with one powershot, you'll see what vengeance means.
 
Nearing the gate and the leader of the Robot Army, Hisaoman's fury yields to confusion. This Commander is not just a machine.
 
The shadow, it covers your face but your eyes shine just like mine.
Step forward, step into the light if you're ready, and you're willing, and you're prepared to fight.
 
So be it, send your armies. There's no man or machine who can stop me, and you'll soon see.
I come for vengeance for the first Son of Mutou and I'm ready, and I'm willing, and I'm prepared to fight.
 
Send me the best you've got. Send me your strongest machines.
The fight my brother fought, here, now, will end with me.
Is this the best you've got? Is this your strongest machine?
Now with one powershot, you'll see what vengeance means.
 
Just before the shot rang out, the blast that would end this battle, the commander stepped out of the shadows and into the light. This was a face our Hero had seen before, in visions and dreams. This was not the face of evil.
 
This was the face of a Hero.
The face of a Son.
The face of his Brother.
 
This was KenjiMAN.
Hisaoman dropped to his knees and lowered his weapon. Mutou stepped quietly out of the crowd.
Mutou: You're trying to understand. I told you your brother had been killed.
Yet, here he stands in the very shadow of the man you came here to destroy.
You came here to avenge his death. You came here to save the students. You see now, you cannot do both.
 
Hisaoman's eyes raised to meet his brother's. KenjiMAN met his stare, held it for only a second and turned his attention to the bloodthirsty crowd.
 
KenjiMAN: Tell me now. Is there a student among you here?
Is there no one who will stand up and try to fight?
Tell me students, is there not one in all your classes? Is there not one who values courage over life?
 
KenjiMAN turns his attention back to his brother.
 
They looked to me once. Now they turn to you. Do you understand now?
Do you see that the truth is they don't want to change this?
They don't want a hero. They just want a martyr, a statue to raise.
 
I've given everything I can. There are no heroes left in class.
 
So it begins!
 
No matter which one of us lives, the ground we're standing on will crack and blow away.
You will fight. And when you fight, you'll fight alone. And in the end you'll see there was no other way.
 
I've been here before. I've stood where you stand.
They called me their hero, The Hero of Class. But why should we save them
when they stand for nothing? If they deserve life, LET THEM STAND FOR THEMSELVES.
 
We've given everything we can. There are no heroes left in class.
They'll watch you die to save their lives. They will not stand here by your side.
 
Suddenly KenjiMAN stops. His eyes fall on his father. His face changes almost imperceptibly. Nothing changes but his eyes. Then, as quickly as he'd stopped, KenjiMAN leaps off of the shattered robots and lands in the midst of the remaining army. Throwing his bare hand into the side of one robot, KenjiMAN sends him flying into the ranks. Three, four robots fall under KenjiMAN's powerful blow. He destroys his own legions as he makes his way to the front of the line. He stands alone in front of Hisaoman.
 
KenjiMAN: We've given everything we can. There are no heroes left in class. So let them watch as we decide the very fate of all students!
 
The air is thick with smoke. KenjiMAN makes no move, but stands, still at some distance, at the ready. Hisaoman, still fighting to fully grasp the truth of the situation, raises from his knees. His weapon raised hesitantly, Hisaoman locks eyes with his brother but breaks free seconds later. His eyes dart over the crowd searching for Mutou. His father's eyes are on the ground.
 
Mutou can watch no more. The crowd watches with fiery intensity.
 
Hisaoman's eyes fix once again on KenjiMAN. His weapon drops to his side.
Hisaoman: I will not fight you. (KenjiMAN: You have no choice.)
I'll stand beside you. (I stand alone.)
You're still their hero. (Then they are fools.)
This cannot be the only way! (You will see.)
 
They don't deserve this. (When this is through,)
Now more than ever, (All students will fall.)
We are their hope! (They would not stand.)
 
They know no better. (They would not fight.)
They are not ready. (They never will.)
Even now there is hope for man! (My father's words!)
 
Your father loved you. (He still believes?)
His heart was broken. (His only weakness.)
His greatest strength! (Now we shall see)
You are not evil. (if they will stand)
You are not broken. (beside their hero)
Hisaoman: We both know they'll never fight!
 
KenjiMAN: You finally get it.
There are no heroes.
The students are doomed.
You will never have another Hero. You will never have another chance. You will fall because you never tried to stand for yourselves!
 
Students: You destroy him!/You can save us!/Destroy him!/We don't want to! do it for us!/Destroy him!
 
You're our only hope!
 
KILL KENJIMAN!!!
 
No man saw the blow. The light was blinding. The crash was deafening. The two brothers stood feet apart. Both in pain. Only KenjiMAN fell. His knees hit the ground. His weapon followed. Before he could fall any further Hisaoman was at his side. The brothers, the Sons of Mutou, embraced. KenjiMAN was dying. Nothing could stop that now. KenjiMAN looked up through strained eyes and tried to speak. At first nothing came. Summoning all his remaining strength, KenjiMAN whispered these words into his brother's ear:
 
KenjiMAN: If these people...tell this story...to their children...as they sleep...maybe someday...they'll see a Hero...is just a man...who knows he is free.
 
KenjiMAN was dead.
The students seemed pleased.
Hisaoman finally understood.
 
There are no Heroes left in class.
 
Students: He could not save himself.
How could he save us?
For all the blood he shed, (Hiaoman: As I live)
Your brother failed us. (There is no evil that will stand.)
There's nothing you could do. (And I will finish)
You had no choice. (what was started:)
Why do you cry for him? (The fight of KenjiMAN!)
You are our hero.
You are our hero!
 
Hisaoman: And you are the dead.
 
The fallen body of his brother at his feet, Hisaoman removed his helmet and began to walk away from the fortress. The remaining robots looked at their broken leader, then at Hisaoman. Without orders, they would neither advance nor retreat. With eyes full of rage, Hisaoman looked over the whole of the students, turned his eyes back to the robot army and lowered his head. Slowly, he loosened his grip on his battle-scarred helmet, letting it drop from his hand to the ground. The robots immediately turned from Hisaoman and cast their eyes towards the fortress. Nomiya stood high above the robots, high above the crowd of students, high above their broken heroes. With a wave of his hand, the robot army had their orders. They advanced on the students to punish them for their thoughts of rebellion. Students fell in waves. Those most eager to watch the bloodshed were the first victims of the slaughter. The sound of Machines marching into a screaming mass did not cause Hisaoman to turn. The sound of Hanako crying for Lilly would not pull his gaze from the far edge of the city. The sound that finally caused Hisaoman to pause long enough to look back on the burning school was the voices raised over the din, chanting almost in unison:
 
Students: We are the dead.
 
We are the dead.
 
We are the dead.