Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25601391-20151007163914/@comment-27055202-20151008160119

(requesting name change to Katsuya Kaze. nick will still be Code)

I've been trying to live my life as normally as possible. Since my birth I was told that I will become a man who will play a great role sometime in the future so I must be prepared for it. The Kaze house trained me in various fields of combat,checking my compatibility with each style known to man,and interestingly applying magic at various techniques to improve accuracy and damage. These lessons have been getting harsher and harsher to the point that I decided to run away and live my life as I see fit.

My parents never even cared for me, as they have this look full of hope, not for me but for something which I didn't understand yet. But one thing bugged me out....

"HAH! You will not survive! Only fools go to war unprepared!" -Grandfather(head of the house)

I still don't get what he said but its probably rubbish. Those bastards never went after me in the first place. I won't play your stupid game, retards.

Now I have settled down in a faraway city with a stable job to support myself thanks to the help of a priest of the city's church I asked for help in. He is quite the questionable guy. I always get the feeling that he might be plotting something whenever we met. But he is a good guy for he helped me find a job and provided me a temporary place to stay till I could finally rent my own place.

October 8,2015 Midnight

It was already midnight when I got home from work. The moment I entered my room, I felt a sudden pain on my left hand! It feels like the back of my palm is being marked by a superhot iron like back then. I endured for about a minute till it settled down. I looked at my left hand and...

"What the hell is this?!"

I recall the priest advicing me to tell him if anything weird happens upon me. Remembering the priest is quite questionable in itself but....


 * ring**ring**ring*

Its my phone. I quickly answered but.....

"Katsuya"

Its the priest. Good... good.... I was about to call him anyway.