A gentle breeze quietly blew against the face of 1x1x1x1. He enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere of Forsaken City alongside Guest 1337 on the rooftop. 1337 silently sipped his steaming cup of coffee. The two looked at each other, reminiscing about the past.

Long ago, this place was still filled with bloody hunts every night. One evening, everything was proceeding normally until they heard a loud explosion from a nearby dump. Everyone stopped and turned their eyes toward the blast. From the dump, a boy about 7 or 8 years old emerged, his body covered in injuries. For some unknown reason, C00lkidd noticed that boy and approached him. Suddenly, the boy swung a knife, stopping just a millimeter from C00lkidd's eyes. The boy looked at the person in front of him and quickly bowed his head to apologize:

- I'm sorry!!! I mistook you for someone else!!!

C00lkidd looked at the boy, who was about his age, and felt a wave of joy.

- It's okay! Be my friend! I'm the youngest here, and there's no one to be friends with... - he said in a sad tone.

The strange boy's dark eyes showed a hint of hesitation as he pulled up the black scarf with gray stripes to cover his mouth and nodded. C00lkidd was delighted and pulled him to run around Forsaken City. The others looked at each other, not understanding why everyone wanted to stop the bloody nights to have peaceful moments like those two little kids over there.

Just like that, the next day everyone helped each other build houses, starting a completely new life.

Now, eight years have passed since the day they met, and the members of Forsken do not understand why they had never felt the desire to live peacefully together before. But since that boy appeared, he brought a great joy to their lives. He and c00lkidd are now sixteen years old, brothers by different parents but sharing the same adoptive father. His name is Yoru, a name that surprised Guest 1337 and Noli, as it seemed they had heard it before but couldn't quite remember where.

In general, since Yoru's arrival, their lives have changed more than they ever thought possible.

1x1x1x1 looked over at Guest 1337 and asked:

- What do you think of your kid, Yoru?

He took a sip of hot coffee and smiled:

- Feeling about the kid? Well, he is a well-behaved, mature child, a great cook, but he also has an air of mystery and a deadly aura around him, as if he doesn't want anyone to come close, even by a step. Yoru is quite close to Noli and John Doe. They practice fighting together every weekend. But I'm a bit worried...

- Worried? - 1x1x1x1 looked straight into his eyes, and he nodded, sighing:

- The boy has no family... I'm worried that when he goes to school, he will be bullied...

He laughed, putting his arm around Guest's shoulder to comfort him:

- It's okay, that kid is strong!

He nodded and took another sip of coffee. Guest leaned back in his chair, placing his coffee cup on the table. The two enjoyed the rays of the peaceful morning sun.

Below, Noli and John Doe were training together. Their strikes flew like a storm. The result was the same; Noli lost to John for the fourth time. This was the seventy-four thousand two hundredth time he had lost. After that, they both sat down to drink some cold lemonade. This morning, the others had gone shopping for cooking supplies, and the two youngest had gone to school, so now only the four of them remained in the city. John Doe threw his arm around his friend's shoulder, teasing him with sign language, while Noli could only feel helpless because he didn't understand what his friend was trying to say.

Everything was going smoothly when suddenly, c00lkidd ran toward everyone from a distance, with a small cut on his face and crying uncontrollably. Following him was Yoru, who appeared unharmed. Guest and 1x1x1x1 quickly jumped down and rushed over to check on c00lkidd. The boy had several bruises on his arms. 1337 was extremely worried; he gently rubbed the wounds.

Noli and John Doe hurried to Yoru's side. They looked into his eyes. His emotionless black eyes sent chills down their spines. Noli gently asked:

- What just happened to you two?

Yoru plopped down on the ground, his deep voice filled with anger as he recounted the events.

Today was just like any other day, another ordinary school day. Yoru and c00lkidd walked to their miserable school. As usual, they were the subject of gossip in the classroom. c00lkidd was mocked for being an orphan, having no parents, and no clear background. Yoru faced the same treatment, but it was worse for him because everyone kept their distance; in their eyes, he was a person without lineage or family. He had grown accustomed to this, silently reading books day after day. This morning, a group of school bullies dragged c00lkidd up to the rooftop, ridiculing and humiliating him. The discriminatory eyes were directed at the sixteen-year-old boy, who was as short as an eight-year-old, and the smiles carried a mocking tone. Even worse, they trampled on the dignity of everyone he loved. The patience had reached its breaking point; he charged at them to fight back. But the bullies were too many, and C00lkidd couldn't hold his ground. They used metal baseball bats to beat him, leaving him bruised all over. One of them even used a knife to slash a line across his face.

- Those bastards... - he cursed silently in his mind.

Just as Yoru reached the rooftop and witnessed the scene, he didn't hesitate to charge in and attack them fiercely. The bullies swung their bats in retaliation but couldn't land a hit on him. His agile dodges and powerful punches left them injured and forced them to give up. Just when it seemed everything had calmed down, the leader of the bullies stood up, wiping the blood that was flowing from his nose. He laughed and said:

- Just like two brothers! A couple of trash from the dump, with no origins, no parents. You orphaned kids don't belong here! Two rotten garbage bags only polluting the environment! Oh, and without a family too, haha! Your parents must have been dogs just like the people you live with!

Yoru remained silent, letting out a sigh. Realizing what he was about to do, C00lkidd quickly tugged at his shirt, shaking his head. Yoru just smiled, ruffled C00lkidd's hair, and turned his deadly black eyes toward the bully. In just ten seconds of distraction, the bully's head was severed from his body by Yoru's sharp knife. The remaining bullies, seeing this, fled in panic.

Yoru licked the blood off his knife, his face showing a look of dissatisfaction. He spat out the blood he had just licked, grimacing slightly, and said in a displeased tone:

- Truly the blood of a beast... So disgusting...

Yoru walked over to c00lkidd and carried him down to the infirmary to bandage his wounds. On the way, not only the students but even the teachers looked down on them. They arrived at the infirmary, and upon seeing the two, the nurse kept her distance. Yoru didn't care; he approached the medicine cabinet, rummaging through it but couldn't find any bandages, so he had no choice but to head back to class with c00lkidd.

Just when it seemed everything was settled, Yoru lay down on the desk, contemplating his next move. Suddenly, the principal walked in, dragging the two brothers to his office for a discussion. It turned out that the bullies had reported the earlier incident to their parents and the principal, causing everyone to go into a frenzy. The old man brought the two brothers into his office and threw them down on the floor in front of the parents and the bullies. The despicable old man wore a twisted smile and shouted at the two boys:

- Hey, you two animals, do you know who they are? They are the investors for the trash you two are studying here! You, the animal Yoru, better apologize to them; if you want forgiveness, you should lick their shoes! Oh, someone like you doesn't deserve to be around those who belong to the tenth wealthiest family in the world! Haha! You're just trash for us to trample on, just like your parents! Haha! ---

Before he could continue, Yoru struck him. He stood up, brushed off his clothes, and pulled his younger brother to his feet. The wealthy individuals looked on, bored, staring at him with cold, sharp eyes. Yoru met their gaze, the atmosphere around him growing colder, his eyes filled with a thirst for blood and death that made the rich tremble in fear, unable to utter a word.

- You cheap rats better keep quiet if you don't want to die. I am the steward of the third wealthiest family in the world.

Saying that, he pulled c00lkidd home, ignoring the furious crowd behind them.

Upon hearing the news, the other four were surprised but also worried about the impending trouble. Yoru remained calm, sitting and messaging someone, his eyes glued to the new text. He smirked.

An hour later, the others returned and learned about the incident, feeling extremely anxious. Yoru, however, was nonchalant as if nothing had happened, humming to himself while looking for something to snack on.

The light faded behind the clouds, and the sun began to set, transitioning everything into night. At exactly eight o'clock, Noob, John Doe, Yoru, and Noli sat together, drinking beer and snacking on some beef jerky. Guest 1337, 1x1x1x1, and c00lkidd lay down on the benches to cool off. Elliot and the others played Werewolf. The night air was cool and peaceful, making it truly enjoyable!

Just as they were having fun, Jason suddenly stopped, looking toward the path. The others playing Werewolf also paused, turning their gazes in the same direction. From afar, on the well-lit road, the wealthy individuals from earlier approached with smug expressions, even having their bodyguards detain others. Noticing the commotion, Yoru raised an eyebrow and looked at them. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, forming a more sinister smile than ever. He signaled.

Understanding his intent, the group of five killers charged forward, wreaking havoc on the bodyguards. The leader, the father of the boy Yoru had killed earlier, glared at him in fury and charged at him with incredible speed.

Swish... Snap...

The hands of the man fell to the ground, blood dripping steadily, the metallic scent of blood permeating the air. He stumbled back in fear, panic setting in. Suddenly, a bullet whizzed by, instilling sheer terror in the wealthy crowd. From the shadows, a girl quietly stepped forward. Her pink hair was hidden beneath a black hat, a dark brown bag slung across her shoulder, and a gentle smile graced her lips. John smiled and moved closer to the girl. The wealthy individuals suddenly burst into laughter, pulling out a piece of paper. The wife of the leader approached the girl. Just as her hands reached for the paper, a series of gunshots rang out. The group collapsed.

From the smoke emerged a boy the same age as c00lkidd and Yoru.

- Young master! - Yoru exclaimed, running over to the newcomer. - Have you enrolled me and c00lkidd yet?

- Yes. Are you and the others alright, Steward Yoru?

- Yes, we are fine, sir Unity.

Unity, dressed in a luxurious suit, looked very elegant, his gray eyes gazing at everyone with unmatched friendliness. The others were all taken aback, having never met the young master of the Hunter family—the third wealthiest family in the world. Yoru smiled, running over to grab c00lkidd's hand, speaking excitedly:

- When we move to the new school, we won't have to deal with what we did at the old one! Cheer up! We're transferring tomorrow!

c00lkidd instinctively smiled back. The people around them felt a wave of joy and began to clean up the mess.

After clearing away the rotten trash of the wealthy, Unity and his bodyguards headed back. At that moment, the girl standing next to John Doe asked:

- Yoru... Are you the steward of that person?

- Yes, is there something wrong, Miss Jane Doe?

Jane shook her head, smiling shyly.

- Alright! Time to sleep! - Two Time suddenly interjected - It's late, and tomorrow the two kids start at the new school.

007n7 nodded in agreement. Everyone wrapped up their conversation and returned home to sleep.

The gentle wind blew outside, wanting to keep everyone in a deep slumber. But Yoru was not like that; he was still lost in thought, unable to sleep. Holding a photo of three children dressed in black, he reflected on the past events that haunted him.

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To be continued...