"How long will you stop thinking about what's right and wrong?" Kenzo asked, looking at himself in the mirror, feeling that self-hatred due to the fact that now, more than ever, he was heading down the path he had been following since childhood.
He knew perfectly well that he couldn't have a peaceful life just when he discovered he was a Ghoul. There was nothing that could make him change his mind, and all of this was reinforced as time passed, immersing himself in the bloody world of the night.
It's worth noting that Anteiku maintained a relatively peaceful district, but that still didn't make the streets safe because Ghouls entered without them realizing. This made Kenzo realize that even if one seeks a goal, there will always be interventions from others that go against the desires of each person.
What should be done in this case?
"I need more strength..." That was Kenzo's first thought as he felt the pressure of the future, the need to have strength to avoid becoming the result of a human hunt.
Initially, he wanted to gain enough strength to make a deal with humans, but as he progressed, he learned many things and knew that humans would never make a deal with Ghouls so easily.
All of this led Kenzo to the idea of forcing that thought and forming a highly powerful and well-organized organization. Even the weaker Ghouls, who were children compared to Ghoul investigators, had weapons. They used weapons because in a confrontation, gunpowder kills faster than a Kagune, and there was no better soldier than a Ghoul.
That's why Kenzo's ambition was too big and pleasurable. Everyone could feel the same excitement as they kept advancing. In this goal, his only intention was that everyone could feel what he was doing for others.
"Have you ever felt like you don't fit into the world?" Kenzo asked Número Uno, who was standing beside him. He who heard this question nodded quietly, confirming that question.
Kenzo smiled a little, lit the cigarette in his hand, and said, "I can live in the human world. I'm not cursed like all the other Ghouls, but unlike many, I feel weak. Do you think you're lucky to live in a stronger world? The answer will always be no. There are thousands of methods they can use against us, and in all of them, we lose."
It's worth noting that Kenzo had always respected humans because they were perfect in wars. They all had experience in being the biggest predators on the planet, born from a small, weak existence that could have been exterminated since time immemorial. But they survived, hunted the predator, and ate it.
Ghouls are strong, they have been for a long time, which is even a bit strange, but that's how things are for now. However, it won't take long to realize that they are not as strong as they thought. Human technological advancement has reached a point where they could create half-Ghoul soldiers to fight the night war against real Ghouls.
"Do you think you will win the war against the humans of this country, my lord?" Number One asked with a somewhat deep voice.
"Of course, I will win, maybe not in the way I would like, but I will win." Kenzo said, totally sure of his words, as if he had visualized the perfect future from the beginning, considering cause and effect.
Looking around, Kenzo attentively watched as people consumed their cold coffee, ignoring their figures. Is it so difficult to live together if there are no records that one is a Ghoul and the other a human? It's so complex for Kenzo that he prefers not to think about it. Just seeing how everyone can coexist generates a deep hatred in him, knowing that they are enemies publicly.
"They think they are our food, and we believe they are our main enemies to be defeated no matter what. Do you really think that considering the mentality of each side, something can be achieved through dialogue?" That is the first question Kenzo asked Número Uno, who seemed to be immersed in his thoughts.
Upon hearing this question, Number One said, "I think a lot of blood will have to be shed for everyone to accept a truce, to seek special methods to be able to coexist together, and to learn more about the benefits of one race to another."
Kenzo nodded and said, "Ghouls are superior to humans biologically, but for everything else, humans have the advantage and, in a way, a minimal piece of freedom. Do you remember the last time you got sick? When was the last time you went to a hospital for a serious wound? Do you have cancer, AIDS, or some incurable disease?"
"Ghouls never get sick..."
"That's right," Kenzo said while enjoying this conversation and pointed out, "Only a few know that I am half-Ghoul and half-human, but secretly, I have thought that I am a perfect being that is above Ghouls and humans. I can live on human food as well as benefit from the strength of a Ghoul. I am a step better than Ghouls, something we must strive for, no matter how long it takes."
Number One felt his heart tighten.
Could he really enjoy human food like Kenzo does? That envy he felt was completely relieved. He wanted to have those qualities and felt incredibly good knowing that was the goal of the Crow Master.
To be honest, now that he thinks about it, it's true that Kenzo is above any Ghoul or human alike. He was at a perfect level of power and unparalleled superiority. That is what Ghouls could aspire to, that is the perfect world they should turn to.
If somehow that dream comes true, all humans will evolve into a much larger race where new generations will no longer need conventional doctors but will have different requests that perfect Ghouls may require at some point.
Just as Number One was about to ask something, he saw a small figure approaching from afar with books in her hands. She bowed slightly to Kenzo and then said, "I'll be waiting outside; send me a message if you need anything."
Kenzo waved his hand and nodded. "Let me have this deep conversation with my dear sister. I hope it doesn't end in anything bad."
Eto looked at her brother, and she naturally smiled, as if they were somehow on good terms. But this was not the case. Meeting today, Kenzo wanted to know what the Aogiri Tree was planning by supporting his cause in this way. Of course, he would get that answer from his sister Eto.