Kazuha didn't become a fighter out of a passion for killing Mikuons, no. He became an orphan at the age of 12 after his parents died due to an incident at the Venus base. They were researching and experimenting on the Mikuons, but it resulted in their deaths from a test subject who had lost his mind.

Then he was taken under the wing of a young secretary of the organization. Venus trained him in the necessary things, and Kazuha became a fighter at the age of 19 to repay his debt to his adoptive parent. Later, he emerged as an alpha. He became the best, not counting his colleague Scaramouche, of course. However, he didn't like violence. He didn't want another race to die out, the Mikuons deserve to live, and their abilities don't mean they are dangerous.

At night, Kazuha patrolled the city, cautiously circling the familiar streets and alleys. He had a sword attached to his belt and a serious expression on his face. Things would have been different if people hadn't hunted Mikuons. Maybe he would have become a poet, his parents would have lived for decades...

"Mom, Dad... I miss you. What are your motives? Why did you want to investigate them..?"

But suddenly Kazuha heard a scream from around the corner. He quickly ran there and saw his colleague pointing a gun at Mikuon, who was sitting on the cold ground and desperately crying. Then his eyes fell on the dead body of a child. It seemed that it was this Mikuon's child. Damn his colleague's cruelty.

"Hey, Kazuha, take him to the base. I saw a couple more Mikuons there. You can leave the child of filth to the cleaners." Scaramouche said dryly and disappeared around the corner, leaving Kazuha with a heavy heart to make a choice.

"Don't move, Mikuon..." Kazuha crouched down and smelled a sweet scent mixed with street dirt. Mikuon was an omega.