"Once upon a time in the face of danger, the world was in complete chaos. Some caused by sadness, some by greed, and some just for power. So, here is where we introduce our main lead, Kazuki, a young, lively boy full of lies. However, his back story hits different as he experienced a childhood no other kid has ever come across. One night at the basement..."

"Mom, you need this blood! This blood!" a frustrated Kishor shouted.

"Lord, for heaven's sake, keep your volume down, son. If you keep on researching this blood, who will look after your son? Nakami is not a dependable wife, I should say," the mother exclaimed.

"Kazuki is my son, hence I should decide his fate, not you, Mom!"

So, Kazuki? Kazuki has the blood, is it? He's the one you've been searching for all this time, eh? Kishor sighed, not knowing how to reply to his sickly frail mother, but somehow the mother understood,somehow she knew -

"So... so, you're going to use him for my sake? Is that how I brought you up?Is this what you got from your father's genes ,Is this the pain and grief I deserve at this dying age ? No, no, son, you are going down the wrong way."

"Of course, we have to use the boy. He's young, doesn't have an exposure of the world, hasn't got a clue of the machine. And this machine does not hurt the person holding it. Just an hour, it would take just an hour. It will..."

"No, I rather not risk it. You are, you are using my only grandson for an old tired lady. Think, think, there should be another person in this vast world. Think of the way your father left us for another woman. If you use my grandson, you're going down the same path as he is."

"I told you a hundred times, there's only one blood in this world, no one else has the..."

"Enough. Don't use the boy. That's my last and only w wish.Do it for your mother your mother "

Kishor did not know how to respond to his mother ,he could not ,she would be upset ,she would curse him ,she would not look at him the same way again

He is going to use the boy, no matter the cost. His mother life was at stake.Death had his grip on her . She was the one who loved, helped and cared for him all this time, and a simple innocent boy was going to change that, no one else could ..

- buy it also happens to be his son ,Kazuki hori again - What would you do if you were the father?What would you do if you were in the father's shoe??

Kishore didn't respond, he had already made up his mind ,he was going to use the boy- even his beloved sickly mother wouldn't stop him . No one can,No one will..

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The school hallway buzzed with the usual end-of-day chatter. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, catching dust motes in the air as classmates argued about video games and debated their plans for the weekend.

Amidst the lively crowd, Kazuki remained curiously detached. He walked with his head down, his mind still reeling from the strange glimpse of his father’s face the night before and the unexpected, grounding warmth of his grandmother’s hug.

A familiar voice suddenly jolted him back to reality. Kazuki looked up to see his father, Kishor, standing by the car just past the school gates. A strange tightness gripped his chest—a heavy mix of confusion, anger, and dread. Kishor didn't look like an imposing figure today; he just looked incredibly tired, his shoulders slouched under a faded jacket.

For as long as he could remember, Kazuki had built up a wall of silence between them. He had convinced himself that the scars of their family's past were permanent, unyielding things that could never be mended. Every conversation they tried to have felt like pulling at loose threads, threatening to completely unravel whatever fragile peace they had managed to maintain.

But today, something shifted. The memory of his grandmother's words from that morning echoed in his head, a soft but persistent whisper urging him not to run away. Scars don't just show where you've been, she had told him, her voice gentle but firm. They show what you survived. You have to choose whether to let them keep hurting, or let them heal.

"Hey," Kishor said as Kazuki finally approached the car. His voice was low, devoid of the harsh, defensive edge it usually carried when the stress of their lives got too heavy. "Did class end on time?"

"Yeah," Kazuki replied, his voice barely a murmur. He adjusted the strap of his heavy backpack, keeping his eyes firmly on the pavement. The gravel crunched under his sneakers, a rhythmic, grounding sound in the tense space stretching between them.

He waited for the usual awkward silence to settle in—the crushing weight of unspoken grievances that always defined their car rides home. But as he reluctantly looked up and met his father's eyes, he saw a flicker of raw vulnerability. Kishor wasn't just a distant, frustrating parent; he was a person carrying his own quiet battles, his own invisible stitches.

Instead of sliding into the passenger seat and immediately putting on his headphones to block the world out, Kazuki paused. It was a tiny choice, but it felt like the heaviest decision he had ever faced. The easy path was to stay angry and let the silence fester. The tough decision—the one that actually required courage—was to actively bridge the gap.

"Are you doing okay?" Kazuki asked. The words felt clumsy and incredibly difficult to force out, but he said them anyway.

Kishor blinked, entirely caught off guard. For a second, he just stared, before a slow, genuine smile softened the deep lines on his face. "Yeah. Just a long day. I'm glad you're here, Kazuki."

As they got into the car, the suffocating tension in Kazuki’s chest finally began to ease. There was still a long, painful road ahead, and the wounds of their past wouldn't disappear overnight. But as the car started up, Kazuki realized that choosing to face his scars was the first step toward finally mending them.

"Wow, is this the machine, Daddy? It's so big!" screamed Kazuki.

"Yes, it is," a puzzled and determined Kishor shouted.

"Why is Grandma sleeping like that?"

"Because I have given her sleeping pills," thought Kishor. "Okay, buckle up," Kishor said and tucked his son onto the machine straps.

"Daddy, it's a bit tight, what's wrong with it?"

"Oh, once it starts, it will loosen up a bit."

"Is that so? Okay, then can you please start it up?"

"No problem," the father said.

As soon as he started the machine, Kazuki started crying. "Daddy, for me it's becoming more and more tight. Can you please loosen it up?"

"Wait, son, be patient, it's going to loosen up," but it didn't. It kept becoming tighter and tighter into Kazuki's small body.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Nakami, a thin sickly wife of Kishor, stood at the hallway, bearing down, looking grief-stricken.

"You use my son! You use our son! How dare you?"

Kishor got frightened. Nakami shouted, "I'm going to expose you! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to send you to court! I will!"

Kishor looked around. He saw an injection. He knew that if he had let her go then, she would go to the police station, she would go to High Court, his dirty acts would be exposed. Somehow, he knew what to do. He had to do it for his own sake, for his mother's sake. He plunged the injection right into Nakami's eye. Nakami screamed.

"How could you?"

Then he took a glass bottle. He realized that it was the only way. He hit it upon Nakami's head. Nakami lay on the floor as though dead. He checked her pulse; it stopped beating.

"Well, what happened to Mommy?" cried Kazuki.

"Mommy... is just knocked out, of course, for some time," said a scared Kishore.

Grandma had woken up,she saw a crying Kazuki on the machine and a bloodied nakami on the floor ,she glared at her son and her vision blurred ,she had fainted on the spot

Kishor stood erect, shocked. After that, he realized what happened and his mother's life was hanging by a mere branch. He picked up his mother and put her in the car into the hospital.

Nakami's mother was hiding in the bushes. She had watched the entire scene. She was shocked to see her daughter die right in front of her. She was shocked to see such an inhuman man. She was shocked to see that such a man ever existed on earth. She was shocked to see a man give up his both son and wife just for an old lady's life.

As soon as the car left, she quickly ran to the crying Kazuki and tore off the straps. She then picked him up and hugged him just as the day she hugged Nakami. She bent down and kissed her daughter one last time before fleeing the scene.

Some time later, she found out that Kishor bribed a court lawyer to sign Nakami's death as just a fire accident. She was devastated, and she swore revenge. She swore justice.

But from that day on, I must tell you, dear readers, Kazuki has awakened a power. A power due to his special blood and the machine: a power to see through lies and inhumanity. However, excessive use of this power would lead to unconsciousness and his own faintness, and may even lead to his own death. However, from that day on, he lived with his, he grew up with his loving, grief-stricken grandmother. He never felt lonely again. He never felt the need of pressure. From that day on, Nakami's mother swore revenge. She swore justice.

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