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Chapter 1

Kill the Childhood

It was cold, very very cold. A lone child blindly stumbled through the snow, he couldn't even be 7 years old yet. He thought he could see a light in the distance, so he changed direction to the light, it was his only hope. He got so close, but the cold finally got to him. He tripped in the snow and fell face first into the snow. He lay there, the cold sapping the rest of the miniscule strength he had left, all hope of making it deserting him. The cold enveloping him for the last moments was almost surreal.

That was all he remembered when he woke up. Just being about to die and the primal fear that accompanied it. The child's head shot up, he was alive. He was so ecstatic that he was alive that he almost didn't notice the other person in the room with him.

"It's good to see that you're finally awake." the old man said.

"..." the child said nothing.

"What's your name kid?" the old man asked.

"..." the child again said nothing.

"You're not much of a talker are your? If that's so, I had an uncle named Tatsumi, he was a good man. Do you have any objections to it?" the old man added.

The newly named Tatsumi nodded his consent.

"Now we're getting somewhere!" the old man exclaimed with mock excitement.

Time skip

That was months ago. At this point Tatsumi had become quite the talker, annoying all the villagers, with the exception of his two friends, Sayo and Ieyasu. They were currently discussing how exciting it would be when they finally started their training so they could hunt to provide food for the village.

Time skip

Tatsumi was now 11 years old. The village chief had called Tatsumi into his home to discuss the young man's future. As the chief lead Tatsumi to the study he couldn't help but look around the geezers home. Tatsumi saw the room where he had awoken from near death all those years ago. Tatsumi was so filled with nostalgia that he didn't notice that they had made it to the study. He tripped over a fold in the rug on the floor, breaking him from his thoughts.

The study was easily the most cluttered room he had ever seen, random objects adorned all of the walls, papers were scattered all over the desk, but what caught his attention above all the clutter was a small alcove which contained a fiery red vase. The vase seemed to call out him, Tatsumi couldn't take his eyes off of it throughout the whole meeting. All he interpreted from the chiefs babbling was that the village was in trouble, and that when him and the rest of his peers completed they would go to the capitol to join the military.

The chief noticed that Tatsumi was barely paying attention near the end of his bantering. The chief decided to enlighten Tatsumi on what he was staring at.

"Tatsumi, do you know what teigu are?" the chief asked.

Tatsumi shook his head.

"When the Empire was first founded, the Emperor had 48 super weapons made using secret techniques that have become lost. Of the original 48 only 24 remain. That vase over there is one of them. I know not it's name or origin, only that it grants the wielder complete control over flame." the chief explained.

"To gain the teigu's power you must drink the liquid inside the vase. Not very many have tried, but they all went insane and couldn't control the teigu. I want to make it very clear that you are not to touch it." the chief said.

"Crystal clear" Tatsumi replied, nodding his head.

"Now that that's taken care of you can leave now." the chief said.

That night, Tatsumi had trouble falling asleep. So many questions buzzed in his head, like what other teigu there was. But what stuck out to him the most was the feeling of the being wanted, the teigu was obviously calling for him. He tried to reason with himself saying that he would end up like the others who had drank it. Eventually his curiosity got the better of him.

He hadn't the need to creep out of his house, he lived alone in a shack close to the chief's home. The night was cold, it was in the dead middle of winter. Tatsumi snuck his way to the chief's house. The front door was unlocked, Tatsumi crept inside, his destination being the study. Tatsumi was pushing open the door to the study in mere moments, the door creaked as he opened it up.

There it was! Just sitting there within the alcove, he could barely make out the red in the miniscule light coming from the window. The feeling of being called to it was even stronger now. He walked up to the vase, he just couldn't stop himself. Before he knew it the lid was off the vase and the rim brought to his lips. It all down in an instant. Searing pain burned down his throat after it all went down.

He could feel it momentarily, it was so strong, the urge to destroy, to kill, to just inflict pain on others. It was no wonder all those others went mad.

Tatsumi put the lid back on the vase and placed it back in the alcove. I shouldn't tell anyone about this, he told himself. In the morning he noticed a mark that appeared on his collarbone, it was a four pointed star with dots on the outside between the V's.

The urges became slowly stronger, so naturally one would indulge those urges. It had started slow, he became stronger, faster, it was almost like the teigu wanted him to dominate those around him. He started with the danger beasts, he used to have trouble with them, but now they were trampled underneath his feet like insects.

Once he moved on to bandits was when he picked up tormenting his victims before they died. He grew to be indifferent when he saw blood or someone in extreme pain. He wore a tan sweater to hide the mark on his chest, he would be in deep trouble if someone found out.

Tatsumi would train with teigu in secret, it would do no good to have it if he didn't learn to use it.

Time skip

The day finally came that Tatsumi, Sayo, and Ieyasu were to leave the village to go and join the army. It was very sad for the rest of the villagers to see their beloved heroes to go. The person most affected was the chief, he had practically fathered Tatsumi, had fostered him to the strong warrior he was, so he was naturally affected like a parent would.

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