In late spring, an inched cold spring swept across the city and mountains, and cherry blossoms bloomed all over the mountains.

The cold moon hangs coldly in the sky, with a few stars swaying in the dark night. The stream flows through the mountains outside Kobe. There are a few cherry blossom petals floating on the water, and the air is filled with a faint cold fragrance.

A school is sitting in the mountains of Kobe. At this time, the cherry blossoms in the mountains are in full bloom, and the fragrance is fragrant. The fragrance of flowers is like an invisible hand, secretly reaching into the school. A black shadow crosses the treetops, awakening the sleeping tired birds.

In a room at the school, Akira Sakurai stood in the shower room and poured his body with the coldest water. He was twenty-three years old this year and is now in a church school and a graduate of this school.

Although he was a graduate, Akira Sakurai was never allowed to leave school, but instead started working as a school worker here.

He also wanted to see the outside world, but it was located in the mountains, with hard stone walls on all sides, and the stone walls were wire fences with electricity.

There was once a bold child who brought insulated gloves, fled over the barbed wire, and escaped from the campus, but he soon got lost in the mountains. When he was found, he was already hungry and cold and dying.

This is a "care school". The people who care for children who are rejected by other schools, such as Akira Sakurai who has a violent tendency. Every night before going to bed, nuns kiss the children's foreheads, and then the police put chains on the iron gate.

When Sakurai Akira sat on the playground and looked up at the sky, but when he looked up, he always had the same square sky. He sat on the lawn and named each cloud, but after a while, the clouds also drifted away.

Now he lives in a single dormitory, and like those children, he cannot leave the campus. There are still guards guarding the door. The doctor said that he must be completely "cured" and has no tendency to violence to be placed in human society.

Akira Sakurai didn't know what they mean by "violent tendency", but the doctor said that his bloodline was unstable and there was a possibility of losing control.

He was born in the mysterious Sakurai family, a family that inherited the blood of dragons. When he was five years old, his elders in the family made a bloodline evaluation for him. The result of the evaluation was that Akira Sakurai's bloodline had natural defects and could go wild at any time.

So he was sent here, like an abandoned child, never seeing anyone in the family again, and never feeling the warmth of his family.

However, every year on birthdays, men in black come to visit him as parents. There are always a large group of people in suits and ties behind him, with gorgeous and hideous ghosts and gods painted on the lining of the suit.

Sakurai knew that these people were the so-called law enforcement officers in the family. In this country, every mixed race lived under the surveillance of the law enforcement officers, and they were secretly maintaining the order of the mixed race.

Some of these law enforcement officers look fierce and majestic, so they dare not look directly at them, so they can only bow their heads. There are also those who are careless, who will bring Akira Sakurai with roasted fruit and takoyaki.

But in Akira Sakurai's eyes, there is no difference between these people, because once Akira Sakurai performs violent acts, he will be erased by these law enforcement officers.

Every time a law enforcement officer comes, they will ask a lot of questions.

Will you suddenly be excited to be unable to control yourself?

Are there any female classmates you like?

Are there any strong desires?

Is there anyone who hates you, do you want to kill him?

These problems seem to be blades in the laboratory. Akira Sakurai was to be cut into thin slices and made into specimens and placed under a microscope for research. However, Akira Sakurai never thought of resisting because these law enforcement officers had "elite blood".

And he is just a "garbage bloodline" and a defective product. It is a blessing that he was not killed when he was born.

The law enforcement officer said that if he could remain safe all the time, he would have the chance to release himself at the age of forty and gain freedom.

But forty years old is too old for a person. No girl will like him. He will have no wealth, no job, and no social experience. He will starve to death in society.

By that time, like those homeless people sleeping on the streets in New York, USA, he could only numb his heart by buying drunk every day.

"No one can stand such a day."

A strange sound rang out from the balcony window, and Akira Sakurai came out of the bathroom wrapped in a blanket, but the lights in the hall suddenly went out, but the guards at the door didn't move at all.

In the darkness, Aki Sakurai saw a back. The back was wearing a long black windbreaker with a white lining inside and a short sword on his body. The short sword scabbard emitted a faint red aura, which was frightening, as if some unspeakable monster was sealed inside. The faint smell of blood even made Aki Sakurai's heart beat faster.

The man turned his back to Akira Sakurai, looking at the misty cold moon and stars outside the window, the curtains on the balcony were floating slowly, and a few cherry blossoms floated past the balcony entrance, and the man caught one of the falling cherry blossoms, and the remaining few cracked in the air in half.

"Who wants to live a life so cowardly?"

The man's voice was gentle, and he pinched the cherry blossom petals in his hand, and his windbreaker fluttered. Just standing, it gave Akira Sakurai a feeling that he could not breathe, as if someone had pinched his neck.

"Are you here to kill me?" Akira Sakurai asked nervously.

"Kill you?" the man seemed to smile softly, "Kill you is simple, boring, you are useful to me."

The man turned his head. Although he was in the shadow, the darkness cast a mysterious color on him. The outline of his handsome face could be seen by relying on the hazy moonlight.

He spread his palms and the cherry blossoms floated away.

"What do you desire?"

"I... I long for freedom, long for strength!" Akira Sakurai's breathing was a little rapid, as if it had burst out the suppressed heart for a long time. The young black shadow nodded, "Just as I thought."

Akira Sakurai looked excited, but the young man changed his mind again.

"Strength is a strange thing. It does not belong to anyone. It is like the elves wandering around the world. They only choose their temporary masters. When the master is tired and weak, they leave. Those who once mastered the power will die in a pool of blood because they mistakenly think that they really have power."

The young man raised the light red short sword in his hand, "just like a sword holding person does not own a sword, the sword holding person dies, and the sword is pulled out of sheath by the new master after sleeping."

Sakurai Aki was solemn, he stared straight at the face that could not be seen clearly.

"But if the elves of power come to you, you won't reject it, right?"

"That's right, but I'm afraid of being erased by law enforcement officers, so I've been hiding myself carefully and accepting the power. Will I be forced to have no way out by them? Compared to power, I want freedom and want to go out and see the outside world!" Sakurai shouted excitedly.

The young man's eyes turned slightly cold. When he shouted, there was a noise outside, and the guards around him leaned over.

"You will not be killed, just like the devil I came to you. Now I didn't open a door for you?" The young man smiled faintly.

Sakurai Akira clenched his fists, and he now found himself very eager for something.

The young man pushed a box of potions to Akira Sakurai, which were light yellow transparent liquids.

"Come on, unbundle the bloodline and embrace your power. If you are lucky enough to live, come to me in a wooden house outside Osaka."

The young man shook out of the balcony and disappeared into the night. Sakurai Akira followed him on the balcony. The noise that had just happened was now calmed down again. He saw the guard lying on the ground and blood flowing...

The cherry blossoms in front of him floated by, and Akira Sakurai reached out to catch a withered cherry blossom petals. The petals broke in half in his hand, and when the cold wind blew, they drifted away.

“So strong!”

For the first time, Akira Sakurai discovered that power could be so useful. That person could cut through everything that blocked his progress, even the cherry blossoms that were floating in the air were not spared.
Chapter completed!