Alex no demon episode 8

The next day in the city, around 11 o'clock in the morning, Kojin was in a meeting room with some of his advisors—elders of the city. As each of them sat quietly in their respective seats, Kojin looked around and began.

"I'm glad you all came for this meeting," he said calmly.

One of the advisors, a man, raised a brow. "May I ask what this meeting is about? I heard it was said to be a very important one."

Kojin nodded. "Yes. According to intel brought by the city's spies, there is a secret organization targeting something—or rather, someone—in our city. They're relentless in their pursuit and won't stop until they get what they want."

A female advisor leaned forward. "Do we know what they're after?"

Kojin paused for a moment before replying. "They're after one of the kids who recently became an assassin."

She blinked. "A kid? What would an organization want with a child?"

Kojin's eyes narrowed. "The one they're after is Alex."

Another male advisor's eyes widened. "Alex? As in, the grandson of the Grand Warrior of Rambo?"

Kojin confirmed with a nod. "That's correct. Alex comes from the demon clan… he possesses an immense amount of demonic energy as a result."

One of the older advisors scoffed. "The demon clan was wiped out twelve years ago. How is he even alive?"

Kojin leaned forward, his tone firm. "The details of his survival are none of your concern. What matters is that this organization is after his power. If they get their hands on him, it's likely he won't survive."

Suddenly, the doors to the hall swung open. Diablo strolled in with a casual, playful demeanor. "Sorry I'm late," he said with a grin.

As he walked toward Kojin's seat, Kojin stood and addressed the room. "This is Diablo, one of our team leaders. Alex is one of his students."

Diablo tilted his head. "So… why was I called here?"

Kojin gestured toward the council. "I wanted you to update everyone on your team's status. Diablo here is an A-rank assassin—one of our finest. If anything goes wrong, if Alex were to lose control again, he'll be there to handle it."

An advisor grunted. "It's only a matter of time before that boy becomes a high-level threat. He should be kept under solitary."

Kojin's fist slammed against the table. The room fell into silence.

"I won't allow that," Kojin said sharply. "Alex is just a 12-year-old kid. Like most of his teammates and friends. I will not let something so cruel be done to any of them. So long as I am the lord of Kyiouku City, I'll protect them all."

With that, Kojin dismissed the meeting. One by one, the advisors left, until only he and Diablo remained.

Diablo leaned on the table and let out a sigh. "Poor kid… being dragged into all this mess."

Kojin looked at him seriously. "Take care of him. Train him well. He wants to be a lord someday, and he's working hard to get there. Help him become strong enough to reach that dream."

Diablo chuckled. "You sound like a worried father."

Kojin gave a small smile. "His grandfather and I are old friends. And his father… he was a brilliant solider. It's a shame he died in battle."

Diablo nodded, more serious now. "You have my word."

As he turned to leave, he muttered to himself, "That kid… reminds me of an old friend. Same dream. Same fire."

Meanwhile, at Alex's home, he lay in bed with bandages wrapped tightly around his chest. He slowly opened his eyes, confused.

"What… happened?" he whispered to himself.

A knock came from the window. It was Kinto.

"Open up," Kinto called.

Alex dragged himself over and opened the window, then sat back on his bed. "Did the mission succeed?"

Kinto shook his head. "According to Levi, the enemies escaped."

Alex lowered his gaze. Kinto continued, "I wasn't expecting our first mission to be that dangerous. Honestly… it took a miracle to survive."

Alex's eyes flickered. A flashback surged through his mind—he remembered going berserk, consumed by a dark red,monstrous energy.

As the image faded, he whispered, "Where… did that power come from?"

Kinto stood straight. "Anyway, I gotta go. Take care of yourself."

With that, he jumped out through the window and vanished into the streets below.

Alex stared after him, then looked at his own hands. "I need to get stronger. If I want to survive these missions… I have no choice."

Later that day, around 6 PM, Kazuki stood on the rooftop of a tall building, gazing up at the starry sky. A soft wind brushed past him as he thought back to Alex's outburst—an enormous wave of black energy exploding from him during the mission.

"He's gotten way stronger than me…! And his speed, it was faster than anything we average D-ranks can pull off." Kazuki muttered. He clenched his fists and looked at his palms. "How can one person have that much power…?"

His eyes narrowed, filled with resolve.

"I'll do whatever it takes… to become stronger than anyone who's ever lived."

END OF CHAPTER.

NOTE: THE CITY IS KNOWN AS KAGAHARA CITY TO SOME NATIONS AND OTHER CITIES, WHILE SOME OTHER NATIONS KNOW IT AS KYIOUKU CITY. ON THE OTHER HAND, THE PEOPLE OF THE CITY JUST CALL IT "THE CITY"