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"Cursed—to walk the eternal path of solitude."
Yoshinori's Childhood
Yoshinori knew neither family nor home. The world met him with mockery and blows. In the eyes of others, he was filth, a reject. An unwanted child, born in the wrong place at the wrong time. For he was a half-blood—neither human nor demon. An outcast to both sides. And his mixed blood was seen as cursed, for those like him brought only chaos, their nature inclined toward violence.
But Yoshinori didn't understand why they hated him. Why did he have to suffer? He had done nothing wrong. For him, this pain was unbearable—his life felt like hell, not life.
One day, he was beaten and left in an alley—hungry, freezing, covered in bruises. He thought he was dying. Consciousness slowly faded, and his last thoughts were:
"I'm going to die… I really am… Damn… I wish I could have a proper meal before the end. That would have been enough to make me happy… Hahaha… Ah, what a rotten life this was… I hope, at least in the afterlife, I can eat my fill..."
He was about to close his eyes when he saw a blurry figure. He thought it was death itself and waited for the end. But suddenly, he felt warmth and the aroma of delicious soup.
Yoshinori woke up and, without hesitation, started eating. In front of him stood a woman in a hood, with a voluptuous figure and hair as black as silk. Her face was mostly hidden.
After thanking her, he asked:
— Who are you?
She smiled and replied:
— Thanks won't put food in my pocket. And you don't need to know who I am. But you can call me Shizukesa.
They began talking. The boy told her about his life—one filled with disgust and pain.
After listening, Shizukesa said:
— The world is cruel and rotten. But don't give in to what others impose on you. You must take control of your own life and not let others dictate how you should live. Instead of bending to this world—make the world bend to you. You are the master of your own fate.
Her words made Yoshinori think.
— But why did you save me? — he asked. You didn't have to.
The woman smiled slightly.
— As I passed by, I saw a fire in your eyes. It was slowly fading, swallowed by darkness. I didn't want your flame to go out. In your eyes, I saw a child crying for help, consumed by pain, sorrow, loneliness, and fear… but still clinging to life.
She smirked.
— Or you can just think of it as a big-breasted beauty showing up, haha. But know this—it's not free. In return, promise me you'll become the strongest and prove that I wasn't wrong about you.
After those words, she said she would be waiting for that day and walked away.
The boy shouted after her:
— Please! Can I come with you?! I'll do whatever you say!
But she only smiled.
— You must earn it yourself and survive. Only then will I acknowledge you.
From that day on, the boy began a new life.
The Path to Strength
He learned. He fought. He hid. He stole food, battled for every scrap of bread. He knew no kindness, only pain.
One day, he met an old warrior—wounded, with a bottle of alcohol in his hands.
— You look like a warrior, but you're old. What can you teach me? — the boy asked.
The old man laughed.
— Attack me as if you truly want to kill me.
The boy frowned but agreed. He prepared to strike… but the old man disappeared.
In the next moment, he was behind him.
— You're slow and careless. Come on, keep going!
The boy attacked again and again but couldn't even touch him. In the end, he admitted defeat.
— Now, do you want to be my student? — the old man asked.
The boy nodded.
Thus, his training began. The old man didn't teach him mercy, only survival.
— In this world, only the strong survive. The weak die, — he would say.
The boy listened, remembered, trained.
Years later, they fought their final battle. Their blades clashed, swift and deadly. But the old man began to slow down… His strikes weakened… and in the end, he fell.
The boy panicked and rushed to him.
— No… I need you! There's still so much you have to teach me!
Tears filled his eyes.
But the old man slapped him.
— Stand tall like a man. I didn't train you to whine. My death is inevitable. Accept it and don't disgrace me. Live as you want, not as you must. Be happy. Don't let the fire in your heart die out…
The old man took his last breath.
Yoshinori buried him. Standing at his grave, he swore to honor his memory. Leaving a bottle of liquor, he moved on.
Enemy of the World
Years passed. He became a mercenary, a monster hunter, a protector of people. They called him a hero… but also feared him. He was too strong.
When danger arose, they called for him.
When it passed, they feared him.
— How long will he stay on our side…? — they whispered.
But everything changed when he took the throne.
The Invader Who Seized the World
Kingdoms fell. Rulers were replaced with puppets. Executions began.
People screamed, begging for salvation.
But the heroes were gone.
And Yoshinori…
…he no longer interfered.
The Breaking Point
The Invader King knew Yoshinori was alive. So he decided to destroy him.
False accusations. Betrayals. Assassination attempts.
Friends turned on him.
The world abandoned him.
And then he realized:
— They don't deserve saving.
He was no longer their protector.
He was the nightmare they themselves had created.
The Final War
Those who once rejected him now came begging.
— Save us! We were wrong!
He laughed.
— You don't need me. You need my power. Find another hero.
But when the king's army burned his home…
When they killed his vampire woman…
When her blood stained the snow…
Then…
…he took up his sword once more.
Now, the world will burn.