Chapter 1 "Nanaya"

In the dream, it was a cold chilly night. The white moon shone in the sky while dark mountains loomed in the distance. A feast of blood filled the air with its scent. The teenager stood there, experiencing the harshness of the environment.

The cold wind was biting, hurting the skin. The darkness brought by the deep mountains obscured the field of vision. The soft light of the full moon was obscured by trees. The smell of blood was overwhelming, penetrating the tip of the nose.

For the teenager, all this was just daily training. Teenager could only look around, taking in everything that was happening.

Moments ago, wolves had attacked the teenager, but now they lay dead in a pool of blood. The Teenager's hands were tightly holding a knife, and blood was slowly dripping from its blade.

No one would believe the scene that had occurred there. The teenager had unilaterally ignored the wild beasts who regarded himself as food. But for the teenager, all this seemed so sparse. It was impossible at first, but after years of hard work, the teenager had become capable of this.

Adults praised the teenager, saying, "You are the most perfect work of the Clan." Children, on the other hand, feared the teenager, asking, "Why can you do this?"

These praises and fears had accompanied the growth of the teenager, and he had always been surrounded by them.

Then, one day, the patriarch, said those word to the teenager. "From today, you are my son." The patriarch, Nanaya Kiri, affirmed the identity of the teenager.

"You will become the only one in this generation that has inherited the name 'Nanaya,'" he said.

"Nanaya" was the name of this Clan, and it was also the last name of the Clan patriarch.

"Your name will be called Nanaya Fang Li," the patriarch said.

And thus, Nanaya Fang Li was born into the Clan.

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"Ci~"

This was the sound of the bus door opening.

As Fang Li heard the sound, he slowly opened his eyes and woke up from his dream.

Rubbing his forehead, Fang Li recalled the dream.

"That was a dream that makes me feel nostalgic... Ah..."

As Fang Li mumbled to himself, a group of passengers started boarding the bus outside.

Fang Li sat in a back seat, and among the passengers were some wearing suits, and others in casual clothes.

The most noticeable among them were high school students wearing a uniform.

The uniform consisted of a white shirt, blue tie, and red jacket. The only difference was that the boys wore green trousers and the girls wore pleated skirts with black stripes on a white background to differentiate between genders.

Fang Li was also wearing a uniform like this.

The passengers who got on the bus saw several high school students wearing such uniforms, including Fang Li, and they were surprised.

"Is this the uniform of the Advanced Nurturing High School?"

"Are they preparing to enter the first grade?"

"This is really something..."

The passengers continued to discuss one after another, indicating that the school where this uniform was from must be a place of great interest.

The students on the bus had some proud looks in response to these discussions, while others were indifferent.

For instance, a golden-haired youth sitting in a elderly seat, believing himself to be the center of the world, folding his arms and crossing his legs with a sense of smugness and arrogance. He hums a tune with closed eyes, ignoring these discussions.

As another example, not far from Fang Li's seat, a girl with cascading black hair ignores the chatter and appears lost in thought.

Lastly, a schoolgirl with a cute shoulder-length haircut and a backpack appears pleased by the discussion and offers a friendly smile.

There is still one person sitting on Fang Li's side.

"It seems like the school we attended is well-received," said the person sitting beside Fang Li. He looked handsome but had no sense of presence in his whole body. His tone was plain and lacked any ups and downs. His calm eyes had no waves, making him seem like a boy who wouldn't be noticed in a crowd.

The person seemed to be talking to Fang Li. In fact, from the moment they got on the bus, the person had been looking for a chance to speak with Fang Li, but ultimately gave up. He was like an unpopular high school student who lacked social skills but wanted to make friends. Fang Li felt a bit of sympathy towards him.

Fang Li turned to look at the person.

"Uh?"

The person paused for a moment and then said, "My name is Ayanokouji Kiyotaka."

He seemed to think that he should introduce himself first, so he reported his name. Unfortunately, his tone was still flat, lacking any ups and downs, making him seem weak and lacking in strength. It would be difficult for him to make friends in a high school class.

Fang Li evaluated him in his mind and nodded. "Call me Nanaya, then it will be alright."

Since the two were not yet familiar enough to call each other by name, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka seemed to be satisfied with this and no longer spoke.

Fang Li didn't intend to start a conversation, but instead fixed his gaze in one direction.

"I'm sorry, please let me through, thank you..."he saw an old lady outside the bus struggling to step inside, like she might fall any moment. People glanced at her, but then ignored her plight, including Ayanokouji Kiyotaka.

Only a short-haired girl with shoulder-length hair, who looked slightly cute, approached the old lady. "Granny, let me help you," she said, with a sweet voice and a cute smile.

"Thank you," the old lady gratefully acknowledged.

Usually, in such situations, people would offer their seats to the elderly, but everyone chose to ignore the scene, with some even humming and reading books.

This included the arrogant teenager sitting on the elderly seat, who didn't even open his eyes and Even the long straight-haired girl reading a book, as if she were in a painting, didn't lift her head, and simply disregarded the scene.

Fang Li's brow furrowed imperceptibly upon witnessing the scene.

After a moment of contemplation, Fang Li rose from his seat and stood quietly next to the old lady, attracting the attention of many passengers in the bus, including Ayanokouji Kiyotaka and the girl reading the book.

The cute girl who had helped the old woman also glanced at Fang Li and smiled as if she had understood something. "Thank you," she said, showing a kind and cheerful smile that made several high school students blush.

Fang Li didn't say anything, but nodded and gave his seat to the old woman. He then stood aside and gazed at the scenery outside the window as the bus drove on.

Eventually, the bus stopped in front of a school.