Reborn Of BloodLust

In the scenes of the battlefield, there are endless rounds of gunshots, dead bodies everywhere, and soldiers screaming in pain and dying painfully. Suddenly, there is a shot of a young girl screaming, but her voice is difficult to hear. A boy points his gun at someone, probably his enemy. Suddenly, the boy is covered in wounds and collapses. It turns out it was a dream.

A kid is severely injured, lying in a hospital bed.

"Aarh, where am I?"

"Welcome to Valoria," spoke an old man, pointing a gun at the kid's head.

"Wait, what??"

When he tried to move, he realized his hand was handcuffed to the bed, making him unable to move. The kid tried to understand the situation, but his body was still weak.

"W-who are you? Where am I?"

"How about you introduce yourself first?"

"My name is... I-is... what? I can't remember my name."

It looked like the kid couldn't remember how he ended up in the hospital and was very scared of the old man pointing a gun at him, seemingly wanting to kill him.

"Do you think I will fall for that?" said the old man in a scary tone.

"Huh, what do you mean?"

"You think you can get away from this after what you've done to them. Don't you dare think you can escape your sins."

The old man approached the kid while pointing the gun at his head.

"W-what are you doing? S-stay away!"

The kid tried to run but was unable to since he was handcuffed to the mattress.

"The judgment is death."

"No, no! NO! PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOU!"

Click

"Damn, take it easy, man. It's empty. I'm sorry for the gag. I'm glad you're finally awake."

"What? Awake? How long have I been sleeping?"

"You've been in a coma for four weeks."

"Four weeks?! Just why in the world was I sleeping that long?" asked the kid.

"Wait, you don't remember?"

"No."

The old man started to explain the situation.

"There was a war, and I found you in a warzone."

"I see. What about my parents?"

The old man made a worried face, unable to answer the question.

"You don't have to answer if it makes you feel guilty. Maybe they are in a better place and want me to live on."

"Maybe you are right. That's why I'm here."

"What?"

"When I first found you in the warzone, you were injured and left to die. From that moment, I made a promise to myself."

"What promise?"

"To take care of you if no one came to claim you."

"But I just woke up."

"Yes, but there has never been a report of a missing child in these four weeks, and no one other than me has come to visit you."

"I see, so I'm alone now."

The scene became silent for a moment, and it seemed tense.

"Well, let's go, shall we?"

"W-what?"

"Well, I made my promise. Even though your parents didn't make it, I'm sure this is what they would want, right? I don't want to go against their will, so I must follow it, right?"

"Yeah, you're right."

"I'll go prepare your stuff. You go take a bath first."

"Affirmative."

The old man looked back for a moment and then proceeded to pack the kid's belongings.

Once the kid left the room, the nurse arrived to wake up the patient beside the kid's bed.

"Did you know that kid?" asked the patient to the nurse.

"Ah, the kid who has been in a coma for four weeks. I'm grateful he's finally able to return home. What's the matter?"

"Nothing, just feeling uneasy."

"What do you mean?"

"That kid was found in a warzone, with both parents dead, having no relatives, and some random guy just took the kid away to 'his' home."

"Maybe it's a family friend who was worried about the kid's condition."

"Probably, but that's not what I'm concerned about."

"Pardon?"

"That kid didn't even cry. Not a single tear. It's more like he... is used to it."

The patient started to think about who that kid might be.

"That kid embraced hell. He lost everything. We can only hope he finds peace one day."

The patient just stared at the bed, unable to do anything because of his injuries.

"Let us hope."

MEANWHILE IN THE BATHROOM

"I should remove this bandage. It's been four weeks anyway."

The kid removed the bandages wrapping his body and suddenly noticed something weird.

"Whoa, look at these scars."

There were a lot of scars and bruises, making it look like he had been tortured before.

"I wonder what I've been through."

Without thinking further, the kid ignored it and wore the clothes the old man had prepared for him, which were formal.

"Hmm, not bad."

While on the way to meet the old man, he passed by the hospital garden and saw a beautiful yellow flower that captured his eye.

The boy was speechless, staring at the flower for several minutes without moving a muscle.

"Beautiful, right?" said a random nurse.

"It is."

"The flower you're staring at is called the hibiscus. There are many types here, but I see only the red one attracts your eye, right?"

"Yes, yes it does. But I don't know why; it's just like it reminds me of someone."

"I see. Well, I have to get back to work. Your father is already waiting in the main lobby for you."

"Father?"

The kid went to the lobby and realized only the old man was standing there waiting for him.

"Finally, you're here."

The kid looked at the old man's face with a serious expression.

"Are you sure we've never met before?"

"W-why the sudden question?"

"It's just, that nurse told me my father was waiting for me, and it turned out it was you."

"Really?"

"Yes, now answer my question."

The kid's voice took on a sudden dark tone. The old man started to tremble a bit but stayed calm to clear the misunderstanding.

"No, this is the first time we've met."

The kid's serious expression shifted to one of resignation, knowing the old man was telling the truth.

"Understood."

The kid's face became sad.

"Hey, don't worry. You're not alone now because you're going to live with us."

"What?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sure you can accept this kind of guest in your house?"

"Well, yes, but not as a guest, but as my son."

The kid was stunned, unable to control his expression.

"Whoa, whoa. I did say my parents would want me to be taken care of by someone, but I didn't expect you would go that far just for my sake."

The kid was still in shock by the old man's statement.

"Hahaha, you know when to act your age."

"But what if I reject that request?"

Smirk

"Too bad, because it's not a request."

The old man gently patted the kid's head. The kid was speechless, knowing he was given a second chance to experience life again after being in a coma for a long time.

"Heh, well, I'm in your care now, old man. No, Father," said the kid, reaching out to shake hands.

"Same here, my son. Also, from now on, your name will be Harith."

"Harith?"

"Yes, Harith Zashchitnik."

Both of them shook hands for the first time as father and son. Without knowing it, Harith finally shed his first tear after a long time, realizing he finally got his name and could create new memories with his new family. Stepping out from the hospital's front door, the new journey of Harith Zashchitnik had just begun.