Katso Kugoyumi. Founder of all manipulation techniques. A man who was gifted by Lord Proximus himself and granted with special powers, naming him the first perfect human sage, destined to be rebirthed into many bodies. This power was called Kama. In his younger years he subconsciously allowed his Kama to seep into the Earths roots, and the longer time passed, and many imperfect sages were created. However, his descendants would eventually surpass him, developing new power.
Azuna Hoishi was disliked by almost everyone he knew, with only his father and little sister having a positive feeling towards him. He lacked regular emotion and was extremely arrogant and stubborn. He was not extremely smart, nor did he lack the knowledge every human should know. The legacy of his mother and adopted older brother caused his stubbornness, his acceptance to his wrongdoings lead to the deaths of the ones he loved, his previous pain led him to break others spiritually so they could share his pains, he vowed to never get attached to any soul for he believed relationships are no more than a path to pain.
It was Azuna's 9th year at Furakichi High School, the year of Zasu (departure) and he was paired with a cute girl named Pakamaru Tsumoyu whom he believed to be a new student for he had no memories of her existence.
"H-hi Azuna, it's been a while hasn't it? How have you been?" Pakamaru was excited to see Azuna again. It had been a while since the Great Modoroki Banquet.
"Who are you? I've never seen you before."
"Seriously, you've forgotten me already. I was the one who-. "
"Shut up. I said I have never seen you before. I do not know who you are, nor do I care for who you are. You are merely just a tool assisting me to get a high grade. I did not come to school to be distracted by your foolish acts. Your timid personality is a hindrance to our learning, and I do not like it, so stop." Azuma stated with an aggressive tone.
"Sorry."
"There was no need of saying that. It was just more time listening to your annoying squeaky voice. If I tell you to shut up, I do not expect a reply. I said you are merely a tool to me, that means there is no reason for you to talk to met. I don't need to have any friends to be successful."
His speech was followed by silence. He was glad he didn't have to hear her speak again and he was confident he had conveyed his message.
"Why can't I just get a partner who just gets on with the dumb task. But no, I get a dumb fool who can't say someone's name without stuttering 1000 times." He whispers this under his breath which he believed to have fell on deaf ears.
Suddenly, he hears a peculiar noise. He looks up to see water filled in the innocent hazel eyes of a sweet young woman. Inside, he feels pleasure knowing how easy it can be to make somebody so weak cry so easily. Pakamaru ran off to the toilets, where she is awaited by a tall, majestic woman with luscious hair, plump lips, green eyes and an elegant posture.
"Why are you here? And why the long face?" Her voice as soft as clouds, able to bring sleep to any.
Pakamaru does not respond.
"Well, Paku." She questions, followed by silence.
Pakamaru washes her face with the bathroom taps, she was in such a hurry that she managed to accidentally wet her hair. The tall girl was standing in front of the tissue box.
"E-excuse me please Sasha, I need to wipe my hands."