Chapter(1)
Episode(1): The day that changed everything
SOVEREIGN OF DEATH~(1)
The day that changed everything~ (1)
It was a sunny day.
Birds chirped sweetly a wonderful tune that was carried away by the blowing of the wind.
The clouds blanketed the blue skies, however this didn't stop the sun's radiance in the slightest.
It was now summer so it was literally show time for the sun.
How could it let go of the chance to torture the humans that could only walk below it?
At this time school was in session.
Class time was finished and it was now lunch time, though it was nearly time for lunch to end.
Most of the kids in the class had gathered into their groups to either chat or play games by now.
Having come so far into the school year, it'd be strange if cliques hadn't even been formed yet.
Building A for first years-
In class 1-A, far in the corner of the classroom, at the very back of the class sat a boy staring outside the window.
His expression was a blank canvas and he mindlessly gazed at the scenery beyond the room.
No one noticed him, no one talked to him and he was like air in the bustling classroom.
This person was Kanata Nagisa.
Wearing black rimmed glasses, his back hair hung down his face forming long bangs completely covering the upper half of his face.
If he didn't purposely move them away from his face then no one would be able to see his actual face.
Most of everyone ignored him.
His solitary behavior was way too gloomy and it oozed 'loner' so no one was willing to interact with him at all.
Even so, he smiled.
His smiled was filled with contentment at the peace brought by being ignored.
It didn't even seem to bother him at all.
Truth be told, the boy had a secret.
Firstly, this wasn't his original appearance.
The black hair was a wig and the glasses were plastic.
Just cheap plastic that could only be worn for fun and honestly, it even sometimes made it harder for him to see clearly.
Nonetheless he had to wear the glasses.
This was because he had to cover up his true identity.
Kanata Nagisa wasn't just your average high school boy.
No, he was the heir to the Kanata group, a multi-billion dollar multinational corporation.
It's name was known even in the most remote areas of the planet.
If it was known that the heir of that very group was in a class with ordinary people, the storm it would cause was bound to be huge.
As a lone wolf, Nagisa had no issue being alone in school.
Maybe, due to his upbringing, he never really saw the need for relationships aside from family and blood.
It wasn't that he looked down on others, it was just that other people felt so distant as if he really couldn't accept them as the same species.
He sometimes even asked himself if they were even the same race.
That wasn't the only reason however.
He had been brought up studying not just modern arts, he had even studied martial arts.
As a result, his mentality was a bit different from a normal person.
As for why he studied martial arts?
According to his old man, that was the family tradition.
Even dating back to the sengoku period, the Kanata family seemed to have several powerful warriors and assassins that participated.
Back then just the Kanata family name was enough to cause cities to tremble in fear.
These days however, there was literally no need for martial arts.
Especially since the Kanata family arts were all about killing it made it hard for them to fight without resolve to spend a lifetime in a cell.
This made the transition for the Kanata family into the peaceful era especially hard since they only knew how to fight.
But as the perspective of power changed, the Kanata family gradually adapted and with a firm foothold they were able to easily take control of several business markets.
Thanks to this, the Kanata family was completely reborn and thrived even to this day.
Still, just because the family gave up martial arts didn't mean they don't still practice it.
On the contrary, the family still secretly trained fighters from a young age.
It was also compulsory for every heir of the family to learn and master martial arts before the age of 25.
Nagisa was no exception to this rule.
Ever since he was 4 years old all he'd known was training.
Due to this, even though the current Nagisa was just, 15 he had already mastered all the martial arts he was taught.
Though, this was only possible due to his monstrous talent in martial arts and incredible muscle memory.
Seriously, as long as he could perform it correctly just once he'd never make a mistake again!
Even his grandfather and patriarch of the family felt awed and envious at his comprehension talent and potential.
However no one could solely attribute his current strength and ability to talent alone.
Sure, he was a smart kid and had crazy good memory.
But, being beaten every day without a hint of restraint caused him to quickly learn every martial art he was taught in order to defend himself.
Recalling the abuse made his spine tingle.
Gramps was so strong it was hard to even catch the man's afterimage!
Then, imagine being thrashed one-sidedly without mercy constantly by such a person?
It wasn't fun at all.
He felt some resentment in his heart, if he hadn't mastered the skills and techniques he would still be receiving bruises every day.
Now however he was a solid match for his old man so he no longer needed to accept his abuse.
He still had to train daily, however his training had gotten a lot easier with his improvement in the martial arts.
All that was left for him to fulfill his requirements to take over as the true heir of the family was to learn business.
Learning business wouldn't be too hard with his memory either, and since he'd only learn it in college he didn't waste time worrying about it.
He was now in his first year of high school, a mere 14 year old.
In a normal situation he shouldn't even be thinking about the future yet but how to properly enjoy his high school journey.
However, to him he was just concerned that those two years would flash by without him even finding a proper hobby!
'I should do some more sword training when I get home'
In the end swinging his sword was all he could think about.
He had no special past time activities like playing games or chatting with friends, in fact his phone contained only two numbers.
One was his gramps and the other was his secret shadow guard that silently followed him around.
Others?
Not a fat chance.
Although a normal teen wanted friends and such, In Nagisa's head, nothing but the sword existed.
But it wasn't like he a lunatic that craved strength for no reason.
'I'll never let the past repeat itself'
Scenes of a woman covered in blood and the young Nagisa crying over her corpse crossed his mind.
He had trauma, a trauma only he knew about.
At the same time training had become somewhat of a calming routine or rather it was therapeutic to him.
When he swung the sword, the sword was him and he was the sword. Combining the two together he was who he wanted to be.
The sword was to him, a partner he never wanted to let go of ever!
Vrrr!*
Just then, the phone in his pocket vibrated, waking him up from his daze.
He reached into his pocket then took out his smartphone and looked at the message that read-
'Return early, I'll let you meet someone'
Reading the message that came from his grandfather Nagisa sighed.
His grandfather never texted or called him unless it was serious. Most of the times he had received a text message it was telling him to go somewhere he would be ambushed.
In the end this was all a stage set up by his gramps to check his strength. He wondered what it was this time and sighed.
Maybe his grandfather was going to introduce him to some big shot assassin or something.
[No way]
Nagisa refused to have his peaceful time interrupted and be tossed around by that old coot.
Probably when he was still weak and couldn't fight back, now however.
'i'll tell him once and for all that I'll no longer be his punching bag!'
He was filled with a fighting spirit. No longer was he going to face suppression but he would rise above the tyranny and show his might!
It was then-
~Wah! What the-
~All of a sudden?!
~What's with the light!?
All of a sudden, screams could be heard.
A bright light drowned the entire class room spreading out with this class at the center.
The bright light formed by a strange pattern on the floor spreading out constantly with class 1-A at its center.
Eventually the entire first year building have been covered by the magic circle.
Panicked screams could be heard from every class, yet it didn't stop the magic circle from expanding.
It wasn't until a light as bright as the sun covered the entire building that the screams could no longer be heard.
The light vanished, and when it did not only the sound of activity in the first year building but the entire building vanished leaving only a deep pit in the ground.
News came out the very next day.
On Wednesday 23 of the year 2018, it was reported to the entire world that a terrorist attack flattened an entire building and killed 320 plus students, 13 teachers and a few of the best security guards in the school.
Parents called the school with broken voices and teary eyes to complain but that didn't bring back their children's lives.
Some wanted to hear that it was just a prank.
The spouses of the teachers did the same but it amounted to nothing.
Even the school was puzzled as to what happened.
Was this some alien attack or was the government testing out a new weapon?
They could only inform the public of what the government had said like cold machines.
As humans however, they understood the feelings of everyone who lost something and felt deep sympathy for them all.
The school then finally mustered up the courage and decided to hold a mass memorial for all the lost lives.
The government also saw nothing wrong with this and gave their approval instead.
A huge crowd of people, sorrowful relatives and curious people along with the news station showed up to broadcast what was happening live.
The feed was sent across the entire nation and no one missed it.
All who weren't there watched the scene on live TV or on the official websites.
In the middle of all this, a middle aged man with silver blue hair and green eyes dressed in a dark long coat and black fedora hat looked at the scene.
He held no emotion in his expression.
It was as though this whole thing had nothing to do with him at all.
Beside him was a handsome youth that seemed to exude majesty and charm.
His golden pupils were like two brightly shining stars and his physique was so fit that not even the best 2d character would be his match.
In word word, he was perfect.
In two words he was insanely perfect.
But, for some reason no one paid attention to this out of the world creature.
As if he wasn't even there to begin with.
No one except the middle aged man seemed to notice.
The middle aged man continued to look forward.
His eyes set on the portrait of a youth with black hair and long bangs covering his eyes with circular rimmed glasses that didn't stand out.
Although his face was cold and detached, his eyes held a deep sorrow within them.
The youth sat by the side with a drink as he sipped from the straw.
He chewed happily on the last remains of the burger he could taste in his mouth without a care in the world.
Finishing the cola with a single sip, he looked at the man beside him.
'It's weird seeing such an old guy in his feelings'
He sighed and spoke.
[Don't worry, that boy's path doesn't end here, I guarantee it. He has a long journey ahead of him]
His voice was soothing it seemed as if the universe itself was speaking these words.
He spoke very casually but when he did, most people around him at this moment entered a blank state and their eyes looked dead.
The middle aged man saw this phenomenon and shook his head.
This all happened just because the being beside him spoke.
Normal mortals couldn't handle the tone of his voice and it caused their minds to overload.
As if the weight of the world was pressing on their minds.
Luckily, the boy waved his hand and the lingering tune of his voice vanished into the void.
Soon after the people had returned to normal as if nothing had happened, though they all seemed a bit confused.
The middle aged man shook his head bitterly but he didn't say anything.
Seeing that he wasn't convinced, the youth said in a calm tone.
[He's my descendant so what's there to worry about?]
Right, this youth was the ancestor of this middle aged man and also Nagisa's ancestor. No, it was more correct to say he was the progenitor of the Kanata family.
His Name was Leon, God of Origin!
It seemed impossible but it was the reality!
The youth seemed so carefree even though everyone else was wallowing in the pain of losing their loved ones.
Still, it was as if he was in a world alone as no one noticed him at all.
[What about you, will you return to the sanctum? Your father keeps bothering me to bring you back and it's annoying you know? I'm your great ancestor not some messenger pigeon]
It sounded as if he was angry but his smiling face said it didn't bother him at all.
The man lowered his fedora over his face and didn't say anything for a moment.
The place around the two were silent.
Even with the wailing and screaming and crying, the space surrounding them were completely quiet and unaffected by the noise as though they were in a separate dimension altogether.
Clouds gathered overhead making the view of this man darken even further.
His face could no longer be seen under the dark shade of the clouds, but when the clouds had finally vanished and his face was displayed he was no longer the middle aged man he once was!
His face had changed to that of a twenty year old youth.
Although he wasn't as handsome as the youth beside him, his face was extremely dashing.
[I was tasked to protect the young master but I failed]
The man said solemnly.
[Come on now! That's not your fault. Even I never knew a space fissure would open the moment I arrived. If I knew I would have strengthened the barrier around the earth. But hell, things happened]
The man lowered his head in shame.
He never wanted to fail, especially when his great ancestor was around.
[Even so, I failed. I will punish myself by going to purgatory for a hundred years. If I should survive then I will return to the clan]
The youth beside him frowned but didn't say anything.
He knew about purgatory, he had been there once before. For him, it was a breeze but that was just because well, he was freaking strong.
It wasn't without reason why he was the ancestor of an ancient family and was called a 'God'.
But to make his descendant go there was like sending him to his death.
Purgatory wasn't a place you would send someone to play.
Rather it was a burial grounds that other beings used to discard evil beings and people they wanted to kill but couldn't because they were too strong and could only be sealed.
Even the environment was so unsuitable for living that even God's stayed far from that damn place.
Only the most unfortunate of people would ever end up there.
Heck, the reason he ended up being trapped in purgatory once was because he had mistakenly stepped into a teleportation trap laid out by someone else for their enemy.
Even though he went there and conquered it in a few months, he couldn't help other people who went inside since it was a separate space.
If he tried to force it open it would collapse and cause nearby worlds to be destroyed so he wouldn't lend a hand no matter what.
Still, he had chosen so what could he do other than support the decision?
He sighed, turned and began to walk away.
Thereupon his body began to blur until his figure vanished. But before he had completely disappeared he left the words.
[Stupid descendant, don't get yourself killed. Make sure you're alive to account for that young master, he's still young and doesn't know the secrets behind our bloodline.
Or that you're not really his grandfather. You need to explain to him alive and well. So don't be too hard on yourself]
The man looked in the direction the youth vanished, before lowering the fedora then vanishing himself.