Hunters are the elite of this world! Every child all over the Earthen Hunter Continent dreamed of one day becoming a hunter and soaring into the heavens with their own ability. Of course, the reality was crueler than the dream. Millions of people all over the world were born with no affinity to hunt ryms. Those like Simpson simply didn't even know anything about hunt ryms other than the bits of information he learned from his father.
These people who couldn't utilize hunt ryms in their entire lives were known to the Hunter's Society as mortals. The section of the continent populated by mostly mortals was known to the Hunter's Society as Mortalee. In spite of the fact that being a hunter did not immediately make one immortal, they were still far more powerful than mortals and even had longer lifespans. They were the true peak existences in this world, and thus desired separation from the more mundane.
Sebastian King left the Outreach City of Virgin Beach to enroll in a mortal high school in the far away Mortalee's Kennesaw. His mother and sisters thought it was for the best. Sebastian had spent much of his childhood training to become a hunter. He already achieved his Hunt Foundation, and had made it to the fifth step of the foundation. This was an impressive feat, as he had only been a child of six when he had achieved it.
However, when it came time for Sebastian to ascend to the sixth step, he discovered he was not compatible with any arti. Without the arti, he could not become a full-fledged hunter. This had been a devastating blow to to the youngster, and he had fallen from grace in the eyes of the junior hunter community.
Sebastian's father was an extremely powerful hunter. However, he was also out of the country on a critical mission for the empire, or so they say. Sebastian had no way to reach him nor any desire too do so. Thus, he had been plotted against by his cousin, who had formed a gang and broken into his father's house, intending to trap him. The gang had attacked Sebastian, and he had been beaten so badly that he was nearly killed. If fact, the real Sebastion had indeed died on that day.
But somehow, the soul of Bas King had survived.
Or at least, he suddenly woke up in a small room when the elders kicked his door in. Despite being the victim of assault, they trumpeted charges against him. He had been shamed and outcast from the main family, but he had never let this stop him. Now here he was, starting a new life in a new city.
When Bas first walked through the gates of his new high school, he felt a mix of dread and excitement. He had heard a lot about this school, and he had a feeling that it would be much different than what he was used to. After all, this was no longer hunter society.
He was quickly met by a group of students, none of whom had heard of his exploits as a hunter. They immediately started to gossip about hunters, and Bas felt a knot in his stomach as he realized that he was, indeed, in a different world than what he was accustomed.
He soon found himself surrounded by a group of top students, all of whom were having a heated argument about something. They seemed to be arguing about the merits of one of the school's teachers, and Bas was soon drawn into the conversation.
For the first time since he had arrived in the city, Bas felt like he had a chance to make friends here. He spoke up in the conversation, adding his own views to the discussion.
He soon realized that his past was coming back to haunt him. He had left his old life behind him when he had come to this world, but it seemed that it was not so easily forgotten. Hunters were revered in society for their ability to utilize and form hunt ryms. Hunt ryms are incredibly powerful energies produced by hunter souls in amazing ways. Only by awakening a hunter soul could one become a hunter.
But in the mortal community, the casual use of hunt ryms came with severe consequences. Choosing to attend a mortal school was essentially cutting off his path as a hunter. And with hunt ryms swimming through his flesh and blood, every physical altercation could be taken as an offense. The most a hunter could do is intimidate people with their hunter soul.
For the first time, Bas was feeling fear. Fear that some mortal idiot would try his luck, and Bas might have to spend some years avoiding law enforcement. Such a thing wasn't ideal, but with his father out of the country his uncles and cousins were behaving extremely recklessly. If the laws weren't in place, not even the mortal community could protect him.
But despite the fear, Bas was determined to make a life in this new city. He had decided that he needed to find something else. Something that would be his own. Something unrelated to hunting and ryms.
"I don't trust that chick, man. Something is real...off about her," Simpson's very serious look brought Bas back to the present moment.
"Interesting," even though Bas valued this gentle giant's point of view, ultimately Simpson was just a mortal.
Could Simpson's discernment surpass the great scion of the sun? Could he be more intuitive than the peerless pharaoh of both the Great Divine and Eternal Realms, renowned with heavenly fame for his heavenly flame?
This was unlikely.
However, Bas knew that this mortal boy Simpson possessed a the rare and nearly unique Stainless Soul. Such a thing was quite rare, even among the deity of the druid. Simpson's pure ability to perceive misfortune was likely unmatched even in the Great Divine Realm. His ability to perceive fortune was likely twice as good. He was a good guy to keep in company.
Thus, Bas couldn't completely rule this boy's opinion out. Whether it was for friendship or utility, it just didn't make sense to do so. Bas thought a bit before saying calmly, "As long as we stay alert things should be fine. After all, she's just one mortal girl. How dangerous could she be?"
"I hope you're right," Simpson didn't sound too convinced.
However, he was satisfied now that Bas seemed to have taken his words to heart. After all, he rarely heard Sebastian use words like 'mortal', except when he displayed that air of expertise that appeared every now and then.
After leaving the campus the boys split up to go home on their specific routes. Almost every student was either received by a flying car or rode the sky bus home. Bas, however, was walking over to the bike racks. He unlocked his hoverbike from the bay and hopped on it. Hoverbikes worked just like bicycles and you had to peddle to form your own kinetic energy or the bike wouldn't move. Bas started moving his legs in a blur, faster than mortal eyes could see clearly, and zoomed off onto a sky channel.