His footsteps echoed on the marble floor as he made his way through the academy's halls. Everything felt unreal. He still had the images seared into his mind: his adoptive father's body... the blood... the power that had been unleashed from deep within him. Who am I supposed to be now?

—"Rasetsu Academy, huh...?" he murmured, unable to hide the tension in his voice.

In front of him were high ceilings, heavy doors, and people with unusual looks.

Some looked at him out of the corner of their eyes. Their eyes showed neither sympathy nor welcome. It was more like, "What's this guy doing here?"

But he didn't care. He didn't need their approval. Just answers. Just strength. If this was the place where the Oni trained to fight the Momotaros... then he was going to stay.