On a fateful night, in a world that spun a complex tapestry of magic and technology, a man named Asuka asura faced a tragic end. He was devoted to protecting his wife, Rin Enatsu, and their two sons, Soren (the elder) and Horuto (the younger), desiring nothing more than peace for his family. But peace was a fragile thing. A group, fueled by a deep and venomous hatred for Asuka, ambushed the family. They mercilessly beat Asuka, their cruelty knowing no bounds. Yet, their bloodlust remained unsatisfied. With chilling resolve, they murdered both him and Rin while their young sons, Soren and Horuto, lay asleep in their beds, innocent to the horror unfolding just rooms away.
Soren was jolted awake by the shrill, agonizing sound of his parents' screams.
"Mom... Dad... What's going on?" he murmured, fear gripping his heart, his young mind struggling to comprehend the terror that laced those desperate cries.
Stumbling out of his bedroom, his bare feet slapping against the cool floorboards, he crept towards the living room. The sounds had abruptly ceased, replaced by an unsettling, profound silence. As he reached the doorway, a gasp caught in his throat, and he froze in horror. The sight that greeted him would forever be burned into his memory, a searing brand on his soul. His parents lay lifeless on the ground, their forms still and broken, their killers gone, vanished like shadows into the night.
"M-Mom?" he whispered, his voice trembling, a child's plea in a world suddenly devoid of comfort. He took a hesitant step closer, his small hand reaching out towards his mother's still form.
No response.
"D-Dad?" he tried again, his voice cracking, desperation building in his chest.
Still nothing. The horrifying truth, cold and unyielding, began to dawn on him.
The room was silent, save for Soren's anguished sobs, which quickly swelled into heartbroken wails that tore through the quiet night. Overwhelmed by a grief that transcended his young age and a consuming rage that ignited a cold fire within him, he made a solemn, unbreakable vow amidst his tears. He swore to avenge his parents, to eliminate everyone responsible for their deaths, every last one, no matter the cost, no matter how long it took.
From that day forward, Soren trained relentlessly, pushing himself to exhaustion every single night. He was driven by a singular, burning purpose that eclipsed all else. He and his younger brother, Horuto, who was too young to remember the horrors of that night, grew up in the small, seemingly quiet town of Sunniest. Despite the town's peaceful facade, Soren harbored a deep, simmering resentment toward its people, blaming them for their inaction, for their silence during his family's tragedy. He saw their tranquil lives as complicity.
As the brothers grew older, they enrolled in school, outwardly appearing as normal students. But their time was meticulously divided—between studying history, where Soren meticulously sought clues to his parents' murderers, and honing their skills in secret. Beneath their calm exterior, they nurtured a shared hatred for the town and an unrelenting desire for justice. They were low-class wind users, their magical abilities considered common and unremarkable, but Soren believed in pushing past such limitations.
One day, the brothers, now young men, decided it was time to part ways. Their training had taken them to different conclusions, their desires for the future aligning on the need for justice, but diverging on its method. Before setting off on their separate journeys, they shared one last, pivotal conversation at the edge of town, the wind rustling through their hair, carrying the unspoken weight of their shared past.
"So, where are you planning to go now, Soren?" Horuto asked, a hint of concern in his voice for his intense older brother.
"Well, I'm planning to avenge Father since that's I feel like fate wants me to," soren replied, his gaze soft but firm, indicating a different path.
Soren's eyes, though still light blue, held a calculating glint. "You're probably going to find a beautiful wife and settle down with her, then?" His tone was dry, a slight jab.
Horuto just smiled faintly. "Yeah, that's the plan. Build a life, a family. Something peaceful."
Soren scoffed, a dark shadow crossing his face, the weight of his vow evident. "That's dull. Why not hone your magic instead? We're just low-class wind users after all. There's so much more power out there to grasp. So much more to avenge."
"Yeah, but I prefer it this way," Horuto replied, his gaze distant, focusing on a future Soren couldn't fathom, a future without the consuming pursuit of vengeance. And with that, they went their separate ways, their paths diverging, yet forever linked by the tragedy that birthed their hatred.