Three years had passed since the death of Kahlid, and though Kuro continued his training, something felt wrong, empty almost. In Kuro's mind, a life without Kahlid was a life he couldn't bear. His father had been his anchor, his guide. But the war, the duty of protecting his people, and serving well in the army—these were not paths Kuro wanted to follow.Deep within, Kuro yearned for a life of amazement and curiosity. He did not want his destiny set in stone as a demon soldier. He desired freedom, exploration, and the chance to carve his own path.With a heavy heart but a resolute spirit, Kuro sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the small, intricately carved wooden box in his hands. It had been his father's, a gift from a distant land. He opened it one last time to see the keepsakes inside: a piece of his father's armor, a faded photograph, and a letter he had never read. He closed the box, a symbol of the past he was leaving behind."I can't stay here," Kuro whispered to himself, standing up with newfound resolve. "My path lies elsewhere."Kuro packed his belongings, including a few mementos of his father, symbolizing his attachment and the weight of his decision. At the realm's edge, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken words. His mentor, a grizzled demon with a scarred face, clasped Kuro's shoulder."Your father would have understood. He had the same fire in him once."Kuro nodded, gripping his bag tightly. "I have to find my own way, even if it means leaving everything behind."His mentor's eyes softened. "Remember, the world outside is vast and full of unknowns. Stay vigilant and trust your instincts.""I will," Kuro promised, taking one last look at the dark, foreboding landscape of his homeland before setting off.Day 1: Leaving the Demon RealmKuro's path led him through treacherous terrain, from rocky outcrops to dense, tangled forests. The first day was filled with the familiar oppressive darkness of the demon realm, but even here, there were signs of transition. The air grew lighter, and the oppressive heat began to fade. As the sun set, Kuro made camp near a small, bubbling spring. He reflected on his journey ahead and the uncertain future that awaited him."Father, I hope you're watching over me," he murmured, staring into the flickering flames of his campfire.Day 2: The BorderlandsThe second day brought new challenges. The landscape changed drastically, becoming a mix of desolate plains and rugged hills. Kuro pushed forward, his determination unwavering. He encountered creatures he had never seen before—strange, elusive beings that watched him from a distance.As the day wore on, Kuro found himself climbing a steep, rocky incline. Each step was a struggle, but he felt a sense of accomplishment with every bit of progress. He reached the summit just as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the land in a golden glow.Breathing heavily, Kuro looked out over the vast expanse before him. In the distance, he could see the faint outlines of the Demi-Human realm, a place filled with unknown possibilities.Day 3: A World BetweenThe third day was the most grueling yet. The terrain became increasingly difficult to navigate, with dense forests and treacherous rivers. Kuro had to rely on his instincts and training to find safe paths and avoid dangerous areas. The weather turned against him, with heavy rain soaking him to the bone and making the ground slippery and hazardous.Despite the hardships, Kuro felt a growing sense of exhilaration. Each challenge he overcame was a testament to his resilience and determination. By evening, the rain had stopped, and Kuro found shelter in a cave. Exhausted but content, he drifted into a deep sleep, dreaming of the adventures that lay ahead.Day 4: Crossing OverOn the fourth day, the border of the Demi-Human realm was finally within reach. The landscape was lush and vibrant, a stark contrast to the demon realm. The air seemed to buzz with magic, and Kuro felt a sense of awe and wonder as he took in his surroundings.He was admiring a peculiar flower when he heard a rustling. Before he could react, a net ensnared him, and demi-human guards, with ears and tails like foxes, emerged from the underbrush."Intruder!" one of them barked, tightening the net. Despite Kuro's struggles, they were too many and too skilled. His vision blurred as they subdued him with a swift blow to the head.Kuro awoke in a dimly lit cell, the air filled with unfamiliar scents. He could hear the murmurs of the village outside, the guards discussing their next move in hushed tones. He strained to catch their words, trying to understand his captors' intentions. The sound of footsteps drew his attention. A figure approached the cell, their silhouette sharp and commanding."So, the demon realm sends a spy?" the leader said, their voice cold and calculating. Kuro met their gaze, a mix of defiance and curiosity in his eyes."I am not a spy," Kuro said firmly. "I left my realm seeking knowledge, not conflict."The leader's eyes narrowed. "We'll see about that. For now, you remain our prisoner."