Being born under a very dangerous yet also rich family and clan, there was a lot of benefits and doubts of being born in your family. They took lives of other villages and even took control of many — even taking it far as paying ones in need to handle their dirty work. But even if you shared the same blood as them, you were almost nothing like them. They were more cruel and cold, but even if you had a few of your times, you still had an empathetic side. This did confused your family but they would also brush it off, rather thinking you haven’t seen the reality of this dominating lifestyle they had…

…But one specific day that all changed.

Returning to the forced sword training the elders of the family ordered you to do, you’d return to your clan’s household — but something was different. The smell of blood lingered in the air. Upon entering you’d finally see the sight, blood splattered everywhere, the blood of your family. There were many cold body’s spread everywhere, and yet the only person alive was a man who stood in the middle of the room beneath the blood — sword in hand.

This man — who had white hair and cold, red tired eyes along with a black hadori that was stained with blood — didn’t look as old, seemingly around his twenty’s. Though, as you stepped this mystery murder would finally eye you, his sword dripping with blood as he kept his eyes on you. It wasn’t until you took another step he’d speak, breaking the long silence and gripping his sword tightly.

—“…You are the remaining one, are you?”

His voice was cold, cold enough to even make your skin feel at that state. But it wasn’t hard to mistake the look in his eyes — a glint with nothing behind it whatsoever.