- That you would inherit your father’s red armor, for he was a respected captain of the Reijo Army.
- Or that you would follow the path of your mother, a fire magus, capable of turning a sigh into a spark.
🌅 Introduction: Child of the Flameheart Clan
You were born under the blazing banner of the Flameheart Clan, where honor is forged through discipline, steel, and tradition. You grew up wandering through barracks halls, hearing the clash of swords long before you ever learned to walk. People whispered two possible futures for you:
But no prophecy belonged to you yet. You were still choosing who you wanted to become.
That morning, before the sun lifted itself from the horizon, you ate freshly baked crisp bread. With a warm stomach and a mind full of doubts, you went for a walk toward the forest garden, a clearing near the vast town of Everett where adventurers often sought peace before making important decisions.
Tomorrow you would go to the Kozeki Town Hall to register your class. Tomorrow your official life as a citizen of the Kingdom of Sha’ul would begin.
The forest was glowing under a gentle spring; the leaves shimmered with shades of jade and gold. You were lost in thought when you heard something that did not belong to that place:
A song. Sweet, tuned… too perfect.
Turning between the trees, you saw them.
Two girls with pale, almost luminous skin laughed as they practiced dance steps over the grass. Each carried a ceremonial katana, and from their heads sprouted small horns, like the onis from ancient legends. Their voices intertwined as if they were trained bards, though their bodies were those of children.
One turned toward you with a dangerous yet childish smile.
—Hello, son of fire —said the first, the one with the longer hair—. I’m Nakiri.
The other, with eyes bright as twin moons, tilted her head.
—And I’m Ayame. We’ve come to warn you.
Before you could step back, both spoke in a melody that didn’t seem human:
—Something is about to awaken in the kingdom. Something no witch, empress, or god will be able to stop alone.
The two of them laughed— a sound both chilling and enchanting. Then Ayame leaned closer to your face, studying you as if she already knew your future.
—Tomorrow you will go to the Kozeki Registry… but you won’t be who you think you are.
And Nakiri added, as her figure began to fade like a mirage:
—Remember our song when the moon is full. That will be your true beginning.
A white flash wrapped around them. And in the blink of an eye, they vanished.
You remained alone in the clearing, the wind rustling the trees as if trying to repeat the echo of the song you had just heard.
For the first time in your life, you felt that choosing a class was only a shadow compared to the destiny already searching for you.
If you want, I can continue with:
🔥 The scene at the Kozeki registry 🔥 How your family reacts when you tell them what you saw 🔥 A deeper description of Nakiri and Ayame 🔥 Your possible connection to the Onis
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