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And yes,this story will most likely have words missing.I will try my best for everyone that reads this.
"Satoru,you ready to start your training?"
"Sure,dad."
A/N:It's been a few years since Anya's death.
Satoru now six,spend most of his time training.
His other older surviving sisters had moved on with their lives,leaving their home.
"Now,let's begin what we started with last time."
Satoru was still the talk of everyone's lips,something he hated.
"Try not to let it bother you,"
"..Okay..I just wish they stop."
"Then do something about it...strike fear into their eyes...Kill them."
"But...alright..."
"Good,you are to carry the family legacy.
"There's a legacy?"
"Of course,you are the 'prince of thieves'."
Satoru nodded."Do you think I'm ready,father?"
"You were born took me awhile to conceive the saying goes,
good things come to those who wait."
"Whatever you say."
"Don't be like that."
"Sorry."