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Chapter 1

With torn and tattered clothes, a young boy of seven stood in the middle of the room, blood dripping from the sword in his hand. The wounds inflicted on his body were already healing and he looked disdainfully at his clothes. He was going to have to change them. He took a shaky step forward and placed a hand on the wall to steady himself.

Collapsing on the ground, he briefly glanced at the bodies littering the floor. A crazed laugh echoed throughout the room and the boy stood up.

"I am the head of this mansion. Don't you dare underestimate me."

Dragging his sword along the floor, a screeching sound echoed throughout the room. Had anyone been present, that sound would definitely have spent shivers down that person's spine.

As he approached his room, the bodies of his dead servants littered the corridor. He snarled at the sight.

'Looks like I'm going to have to get new servants.' Reaching the last room at the end of the corridor, he practically threw the door open. Removing his clothes, he walked into the shower room. However, he knew that no matter how many times he scrubbed himself, the scent of blood would still linger on him.

Standing under the cold water, he leaned his head against the wall. A cracked laugh was heard and beneath the laugh was the sound of sobs. He had killed again! He had committed that sin again! That was went through the boy's mind.

Ever since he was six, he had been alone. He had to fend off all the assassins that came to kill him all by himself. He had hoped by appointing servants, he would not have to kill. However, it seemed that luck was not with him. His servants always died and left the boy to fend off for himself. What was worse was that the boy could not die, even if he wanted to. Every time he was injured, severe or not, the injuries would heal. Sometimes he was certain that he was dead, but he would just wake up again.

Stopping the water supply, he stepped out of the shower and dried himself. He walked into the room and gazed at himself in the full length mirror. He removed the towel around his waist and looked at his naked self.

"Che." All of his injuries had healed already. He walked towards his wardrobe and started putting on a kimono. Once he was done, he found himself just standing there, unable to find anything to do. Unconsciously, his eyes wandered off to look at a huge picture that hung on the wall. The picture was of a family of three. A mother and father stood behind their child, their only child, smiles on their faces. The boy in front of them, about five years old, had a scowl on his face. However, if one were to look closely, one would be able to tell that the boy was also happy by the smile in his eyes.

The boy finally tore his eyes away from the picture, always thinking that he should remove it but unable to do so in the end. Lying down on his bed, he sank into it. He snorted and closed his eyes. A happy family? Such a thing did not exist.

Stifling a yawn, he let sleep wash over him, knowing that the next day was going to be a busy day. He needed to hire people to clear up the dead bodies and get new servants. Plus, he had a lot of lessons to attend to. As the head of the family, all this was expected, although all the people who had expected it of him were already long dead. Even so, he would still do it. After all, he was the head of the family.

After all, he was Yu Kanda.

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