People say that your young years are the best years of your life. I can't agree more with them.
I am someone who believes that every person is born into this world with some kind of purpose. It just depends on the person to find it.
However, I found it very early in my life.
From childhood I loved to watch action movies. I liked how the main character could fight against others despite being empty handed or having a weapon.
As I was young and dumb, of course, I would try to recreate it. When I was around 5 I started to work out and when I turned 6 I decided to try fighting professionally. My parents placed me into a karate club, but I was stubborn and wanted more.
In the end I had each day a workout in karate, kickbox, boxing and taekwondo. It was too much for me, but I loved it.
Despite my age I had quite a lot of achievements in this field. Someone even called me a genius. Unfortunately I didn't consider myself a genius, because the main characters in the movies weren't genius either.
However, I was different from those characters. I immediately noticed it when I started. If they fought to protect themselves or loved ones, I fought because I loved the feeling of adrenaline in the fighting.
Yes, because of my sudden addiction to this adrenaline, I tried to find a new way to get it and at the age of 10 I was banned from all the clubs I attended.
At that time I was depressed because I could no longer get that kind of adrenaline I wanted. Fighting against other children was boring, they were too weak and fighting someone older was forbidden.
In the end, I was left with no choice but to return to watching movies and work out by myself.
Little did I know that the very first movie I watched could change my life forever.
It wasn't even a good movie, but what caught my attention was the way they fought.
They fought with swords.
Still being young, dumb and now stubborn, I wanted a sword for myself. Most of the kids with thoughts like that would immediately ask parents to buy it, but I thought a little differently.
What if the sword they get wouldn't be like the one I want?
So, instead of asking them to buy me one, I decided to make it myself. With a simple knife and a few instruments I created myself my first wooden sword.
However, I didn't feel satisfied because it was wooden and didn't look good.
I was so immersed in the process that two years passed without my notice and the sword I made was beautiful. I learned a lot of techniques on how to make one and in the end I created a masterpiece.
Being proud of my work I think was a blessing, because as I showed it online, I returned home without the sword but with a few thousand dollars in my pocket.
It was enlightening to me that I got this much money just from my passion.
That day, I made a decision that would shape the course of my life: I would devote myself to creating weapons. I dropped out of school, disappointing my parents in the process. But when I began earning money that equaled several months of their salary, their objections disappeared.
My daily life turned into something chaotic for a child. I woke up at 4 in the morning, till 8AM I worked out, then the next 10 hours I spent in the workshop. At 10 pm I usually went to sleep.
Sometimes I was invited by my friends to the parties, so I never declined them and used them as my holidays. However, the next day always made me want to kill myself.
Like that I lived till I turned 16 and Davis introduced me to
Never would I have thought that everything I did in my life would be so worthwhile. I want to thank my past self for this.
"What are you doing?"
With no intention to hide her disgust, Caroline asked me. Currently we were driving in a limousine towards Atlaburgh City Hall.
Karoline sat in the back occupying the whole sofa there, I had no other choice but to sit with Caroline.
This little brat yesterday poured sleeping pills in my tea while Karoline showed me the place where I could sleep. In the end I didn't even manage to get there, I fainted on the couch.
I was surprised that she didn't act protective with Karoline when I was there, but I underestimated her.
"Just trying to remember how I lived."
"..."
She still seemed to suspect me but in seconds lost interest.
Yesterday before falling asleep, they both asked me who sent them the letter. I tried to go around that question but they didn't allow me to.
I had no other choice but to explain everything to them.
I had amnesia. That was my explanation.
I told them that I suddenly woke up on a train with just a ticket. Greatly helped me that I didn't have anything in my pockets except the ticket and Caroline also mentioned that she found it strange that I didn't have any baggage.
Then I told them about how I found out that someone sponsored me and gave me a gift card. Furthermore, I explained what I bought with the money and everything in detail till I met Caroline.
Of course, Caroline interrupted me there and asked why I lied that I lived in the forest. I didn't hesitate and responded that I used her. With how I answered my questions, I got necessary information from her.
My explanation made her a little embarrassed about how easily she was fooled by me but in the next moment she argued back.
While we had a small quarrel, Karoline remained silent the whole time thinking about something. She also ended our useless wrangle when she said that she believes in me.
Her words made me want to tease the little girl more and I didn't let it slip away. Because of that we engaged in another healthy quarrel till I fell asleep.
And when I woke up it was already time to go for my registration.
"I wanted to ask, how will I be registered? Will they register me as a newborn or what?"
"It doesn't matter if you will be registered now. Your birthday will be the date when you were registered. The data also will be about you now, however, you will have to undergo a few tests to complete the process entirely."
"Tests? I have a bad feeling about it."
"There is no reason for. Every person has to at least once in two years undergo a test to update their identification."
"Why does it sound that everyone here is controlled? Like Headquarters knows everything about everyone, doesn't it seem strange to you?"
I can't think of any reason for them to do so. I somewhat understand that the system can serve as an identification, but to update it every two years? There is no privacy then.
"We have to do that for Headquarters to see if the population is advancing or the opposite becomes weaker. In the process they also check your body's condition and if they see potential threat to your life they immediately hospitalize you."
Is it really like that or am I just overthinking it? No need to think much about it, because in the end I have to be one of the victims for the system too.
"We are here, Ms. Karoline, Ms. Caroline."
Our limousine finally came to a stop in front of a giant building with a symbol of two swords intersecting.
"This is…"
"Atlaburgh City Hall. Here, everyone in Atlaburgh, comes for the update process."
This time Karoline answered me as she signaled for the driver to park near the entrance.
"And here you will be registered. We just have to wait for the… oh, there he is."
I also looked towards where they both looked and there indeed stood an old man in a suit.
He had a warm smile when he saw both of them, but when his gaze landed on me, it turned into a forced smile.
Why am I treated differently? Is it because I am accompanied by two beauties? Maybe so.
"Ren, let me introduce him. His name is Hubert Demara and he is the Director of Atlaburgh's City Hall. He also will be the one who will register you."
Now standing close to him I could feel that he is no ordinary old man. What surprised me is that he is taller than me and bigger. It kind of was relieving. I already thought that I would be the tallest.
That also explains why Karoline and Caroline weren't surprised by my height.
While still looking in his eyes, he stretched his hand. I took it and shook it while maintaining eye contact. This at least will show to him that I am not afraid of him.
"I'm Ren Ivanov. Please take care of me."
"Mhm. Likewise, Ren Ivanov."
His voice also was way lower than mine. Is this where I lost my title of a bear?
"!"
Suddenly he used force to make the handshake a little bit shaky. But who am I? I, of course, didn't back down and also used force.
"No need to use my full name, Sir Hubert. You can just call me Ren."
"Hmph. For a 15 year old kid you have a quite personality. I like it."
Our hands broke free and he patted me on the shoulder with a smile. Was it a test all this time? What a strange guy.
"Grrgh!"
But even I didn't expect that he would press my shoulder. His strength is unparalleled, I barely can even keep myself standing.
Is this another test or what?
"Tell me, why did my two cute granddaughters call me out of nowhere and talk about their MALE friend? You know how rarely they call me? And when they did, they talked about a BOY who needed help. I hope you will answer me."