Special ability

Within the grand halls of the Kiyo mansion, Alec decided it was time to impart a crucial lesson upon his son, Shiro. The young boy, adorned in regal attire reminiscent of their noble lineage, stood before his father, eager to embark on his training.

Alec presented Shiro with a gift—a Karategi, a garment from the eastern nation where their ancestors once resided. With a solemn nod, Shiro accepted the attire, his curiosity piqued by its foreign design.

"What is this, Father?" Shiro inquired, his fingers tracing the intricate embroidery adorning the fabric.

Alec smiled, his eyes filled with pride. "This is a Karategi, my son," he explained. "It hails from the land of our ancestors, a nation steeped in tradition and martial prowess."

Shiro donned the Karategi with reverence, feeling a sense of connection to his heritage as he fastened the garment around his frame. Alec then presented him with a wooden sword, its curved blade gleaming in the dim light of the training grounds.

"This is a katana," Alec continued, gesturing to the weapon in Shiro's hand. "It is a traditional weapon from the eastern lands, favored by warriors for its speed and precision."

With a firm grip on the wooden sword, Shiro listened intently as Alec outlined the rules of their training session. No magic was permitted, only the use of ki—a pure form of mana that flowed through all living beings. Additionally, special abilities were allowed, but victory would only be declared when one combatant was brought to the ground.

As the training began, Shiro found himself struggling to grasp the concept of ki manipulation. Despite his best efforts, he could feel the energy eluding his grasp, slipping through his fingers like water.

Alec, ever the patient teacher, demonstrated the techniques with finesse, his movements fluid and precise. With each strike of his wooden sword, he effortlessly disarmed Shiro, leaving the young boy feeling frustrated and defeated.

But Shiro refused to give up. With determination burning in his heart, he squared off against his father once more, determined to prove himself worthy of the legacy he bore.

As the duel raged on, Shiro's movements became more fluid, his strikes more precise. He focused his ki, channeling it through his body and into his blade, his movements guided by a newfound sense of clarity.

On the sixth bout, Shiro launched a daring attack, aiming to strike his father from behind. But to his surprise, Alec's body seemed to contort and shift, three additional hands emerging to deflect the blow.

Shiro's eyes widened in astonishment as he witnessed Alec's special ability in action—body manipulation. It was a technique that allowed Alec to alter his physical form at will, granting him an unparalleled advantage in combat.

As the training session drew to a close, Shiro couldn't help but marvel at his father's skill and expertise. With each passing moment, he grew more determined to master the art of swordsmanship, knowing that one day, he would stand alongside his father as a true warrior of the Kiyo lineage.

In the aftermath of their intense training session, Alec's curiosity was piqued by the sudden emergence of a new ability within his son, Shiro. As they caught their breath and prepared to discuss the events that had transpired, Alec broached the topic with a mixture of concern and intrigue.

"Shiro, have you ever attempted to use your copy ability before?" Alec inquired, his voice laced with curiosity.

Shiro shook his head, his brow furrowed in thought. "No, Father," he replied. "I've never had the chance to use it until now."

Alec nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Then perhaps now is the perfect opportunity to put it to the test," he suggested. "Try to focus your energy and mimic one of my special abilities."

Shiro's annoyance was palpable as he grappled with the unfamiliar task. Despite his best efforts, he found himself unable to replicate Alec's body manipulation ability, his frustration mounting with each passing moment.

Alec, sensing his son's growing agitation, decided to take matters into his own hands. With a surge of ki, he unleashed a wave of energy, his aura pulsating with power.

Shiro's eyes widened in surprise as he felt a surge of energy course through his veins. In that moment of heightened awareness, he reached out with his mind, attempting to mimic his father's special ability.

But to his astonishment, he found himself tapping into a power he had never before experienced—a vision of his father's soul laid bare before him, its weaknesses exposed to his probing gaze.

Shiro hesitated, uncertain of how to proceed. He had never witnessed his mother, Anna Kiyo, utilize this power, and yet here it was, coursing through his veins like an ancient birthright.

With a newfound sense of determination, Shiro seized upon the opportunity, targeting a vulnerable spot within his father's soul. As his strike connected, Alec's ki wavered, leaving him momentarily weakened and off-guard.

But despite Shiro's bold maneuver, it was Alec who emerged victorious, his years of experience and training allowing him to overcome his son's unexpected attack.

As they caught their breath and regrouped, Alec couldn't help but ponder the implications of Shiro's newfound ability.

"Could it be that you somehow inherited your mother's special ability?" Alec mused, his gaze fixed on his son.

Shiro nodded slowly, his mind reeling with the possibilities. "It certainly seems that way, Father," he admitted. "But it's something I never anticipated."

With this revelation weighing heavily on their minds, father and son retreated to the tranquility of the Kiyo mansion, their thoughts consumed by the mysteries that lay hidden within their family's legacy.

Alec, troubled by the revelation of Shiro's newfound ability, knew that he needed guidance from someone with more expertise in matters of magic and special abilities. Without hesitation, he penned a letter to his old friend, Muzukashii, detailing the events that had transpired during Shiro's training session.

Several days later, as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast long shadows across the Kiyo mansion, a response arrived from Muzukashii. With eager anticipation, Alec broke the seal and read the contents of the letter.

"My dear Alec," the letter began, "your tale of Shiro's unexpected abilities both intrigues and amuses me. It seems that your son possesses a rather unique gift—one that I believe I can shed some light upon."

Intrigued by Muzukashii's cryptic words, Alec made his way to the study, where he found Shiro engrossed in a book, his brow furrowed in concentration.

"Shiro, come here, my boy," Alec called out, motioning for his son to join him.

Shiro looked up from his book, curiosity flickering in his eyes as he approached his father.

"What is it, Father?" Shiro asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Alec handed him the letter from Muzukashii, his expression solemn.

"It seems that your abilities have caught the attention of an old friend," Alec explained. "Muzukashii believes he may have some insight into the nature of your gift."

Shiro's eyes widened in surprise as he read the letter, his mind racing with possibilities.

"What does he say?" Shiro asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

Alec cleared his throat before reading aloud from the letter.

"Muzukashii explained that your ability, known as the copy ability, is rather unique in nature," Alec began. "He theorizes that you inherited this power from your mother, Anna Kiyo."

Shiro listened intently as Alec continued to read, his mind spinning with questions.

"Muzukashii believes that your ability to copy special abilities from individuals of the opposite gender stems from a substance you ingested from your mother," Alec explained. "He suggests that you will not have a hard time copying abilities from those of the opposite gender—simply lick their boobs."

Shiro's cheeks flushed crimson and confession at the suggestion, his mind reeling with the implications of Muzukashii's words.

"So, if I understand correctly what are saying," Shiro began, his voice hesitant, "I can copy abilities from individuals of the opposite gender by... licking their boobs?"

Alec nodded, a bemused smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"It would seem so, my son," Alec replied. "But let us not dwell on such matters for now. We must focus on honing your abilities and preparing you for the challenges that lie ahead."

With that, father and son delved into a rigorous training regimen, their minds buzzing with the possibilities of Shiro's ability.

In the serene ambiance of the Kiyo mansion's dining hall, a delicate spread of sushi adorned the table, a culinary masterpiece from the distant eastern lands of Yamato. Shiro, seated beside his father Alec, eyed the exotic fare with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

"This is sushi," Alec explained, his voice tinged with nostalgia as he regarded the traditional dish. "A delicacy from the land of our ancestors."

Shiro hesitated, his chopsticks poised uncertainly above the array of sushi rolls. With a tentative grasp, he attempted to wield the unfamiliar utensils, his movements awkward and clumsy.

"It's... it's my first time," Shiro admitted sheepishly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Alec offered his son an encouraging smile, his gaze softened with paternal affection. "Take your time, Shiro. Eating sushi is as much an art as it is a culinary experience."

As Shiro cautiously sampled the sushi, his taste buds tingled with delight at the explosion of flavors. Despite his initial reservations, he found himself savoring each bite, the savory richness of the fish mingling with the delicate sweetness of the rice.

"This is incredible," Shiro marveled, his eyes alight with wonder. "I never knew food could taste like this."

As they enjoyed their meal, Shiro seized upon the opportunity to satisfy his curiosity about their family's ancestral ties to the eastern lands of Yamato.

"Father, do we have relatives in the eastern land?" Shiro inquired, his tone tinged with curiosity.

Alec's expression grew somber, a shadow passing over his features as memories of the past resurfaced. For a moment, he was lost in thought, grappling with the weight of his family's history.

At length, Alec broke his silence, his voice heavy with emotion. "Yes, Shiro," he confessed. "We do have relatives in Yamato, our homeland."

Shiro's interest piqued, sensing the gravity of his father's words. "Then why did we leave Yamato to become nobles in the Anglia Empire?" he pressed, his brow furrowing with confusion.

Alec's gaze faltered, his eyes clouded with regret as he struggled to find the right words. "It's a long and complicated story, Shiro," he began, his voice tinged with sorrow. "One that begins with betrayal."

Shiro's heart skipped a beat, his mind racing to comprehend the implications of his father's revelation. "Betrayal?" he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Alec's eyes brimmed with unshed tears as he prepared to divulge the secrets of their family's past, a tale of honor, sacrifice, and redemption that spanned generations.

"You see, Shiro," Alec began, his voice heavy with emotion, "our family's title traces its origins to the legendary hero Kiyo, a noble warrior from the land of Yamato. We are descended from his bloodline, heirs to a legacy forged in honor and valor."

As Alec recounted the tale of their ancestors' exploits, Shiro listened with rapt attention, his heart heavy with the weight of history. He learned of the Kiyo family's rise to prominence, their valor in battle, and their unwavering commitment to justice.

But as the story unfolded, so too did the dark shadow of betrayal that had cast a pall over their family's name. Alec's voice trembled with emotion as he recounted the events that had led to their exile from Yamato—a betrayal that had torn their family apart and left them estranged from their homeland.

"Betrayal," Alec repeated, his voice thick with sorrow. "It is a burden we have carried for generations, a stain upon our family's honor that I fear we may never fully cleanse."

As the weight of his father's words settled upon him, Shiro realized the gravity of their ancestral bonds, a legacy of honor and betrayal that would shape their family's destiny for generations to come.