Chapter 1

Explosions occurred all around as a group of pirates attempted to raid and destroy a merchant ship. A huge man with bright red hair and with a scar running across his face held his one year old son who was fast asleep in his arms closer knowing it might be the last time that he would be able to do so. He was walking around the ship heading below deck . He knew, though what no one else seemed to be aware of was that this was just a ruse orchestrated by the damn world government to ensure his death. And truth be told he was ready to meet his end here, though not before ensuring his son's safety. He made his way into his own room to finally complete his family's ritual on his son, though it was only supposed to be done when a child was five years old. The only reason he was doing this was because he couldn't percieve the presence of any CP0 agents at the moment and that there was no more time, so he proceeded with the ritual.

Cutting his own hand he held his son with his back facing him and began. He honoured the lord of flames, praying for the protection of his son while blood dripped into a jar containing a blue liquid. Finally he revealed his son's back and poured the mixture and let it flow, as always it was a painful process shown by the way the boy's eyes shot open and started bowling them out. It pained the man to see but he steeled his heart as he would not allow his child to fail in gaining the family legacy. While withstanding the cries, he watched as the liquid coalesced into the shape of a lion's head and as indicated by the child's dying down whimpers he knew that it was done. Finishing he set down his son in an open basket and waited.

Immediately after, a person dressed in a black attire appeared in front of the man. The man wasted no time on pleasantries and handed the child to the person. The only thing he said was,"My son's name is Zentar D Ra and keep it that way." Immediately so the person disappeared and as the man sensed the presence of the incoming CP0, he made his way up to the deck to make his final stand. Oh how the world government would regret underestimating him due to his illness. He would show them why a sleeping dragon should never be woken. And true to his word that time the sun seemed to rise in the middle of the night in the form of a bright explosion which came with the decimation of many CP0 agents and the cowardly pirates who had dared to secretly ally with the damn world government.

Transporter pov

I held the basket containing the child as I appeared in Valcino island and approached the giant cave in front of me. The weight of pressure emanating from the cave almost incapacitated me but I held my ground and approached. After about ten steps, it ceased and a man wearing a helmet with two horns stuck at the sides of the helmet got out of the cave and approached me. He laughed as he immediately took the child from my arms,"Ryarararara, so Hoscus finally went to the afterworld." He declared as it was less of a question. I nodded as I prepared my departure, because I was genuinely afraid of the man, no he was a giant but for some unknown reason he became smaller. "How about a spar before...." He began but I had already left. I wasn't prepared to get injuries on a mission that was not supposed to have a major battle involved.

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"What a rude lady, don't you think so too child?" I asked the now awake baby as he struggled to get out of my arms. Maybe it was because he couldn't see his father anywhere or maybe because he was seeing an entirely unfarmiliar man holding him. Whatever the reason was I was sure I would have fun raising a warrior in the way of the Elbaf pride."Ryarararara," I laughed as the boy continued struggling while I ruffled his bright orange hair.

Ra pov

I opened my eyes as a pain I had never felt before assaulted me. The burning sensation was occuring on my back and I had to cry because I don't think any baby should experience that kind of pain. Luckily for me it only took a few seconds and the process left my body tired and in a ready state of slumber. But before that I looked at the source of my pain which came in the form of a man sporting bright red hair and similar crimson eyes accompanied by a scar running across his face. I struggled for a few minutes but ultimately fell asleep as the man continued holding me.

The next monent I woke up was due to the spinning I felt which left me in a state of disarray. It felt like I had just gone through those chinese rides that spun you high in the air. Damn, it is making me feel dizzy just thinking about it. As far as I can tell I am in some sort of bag being carried by a figure which I cannot see clearly, but he seems to be dressed entirely in black which increased the already difficult task in trying to identify him. He seems to be moving straight ahead with a particular destination ahead but then for some reason stopped. He seemed to struggle with walking and I just couldn't help but wonder if he could be holding something in. This lasted some minutes before stopping at the entrance of what I presume to be a cave. A heavily ragged man dressed as a viking got out of the cave spewed some words that I couldn't understand and laughed. He snatched me from the person dressed in black and tried communicating with him before I assume he stopped mid sentence as the person had disappeared. He laughed once more in that particularly unique manner then looked at me. But then it hit me, I would be living with this hobo if the way he carried me to his cave was an indicator of the future to come. I couldn't help but cry as I wondered what my new life had come to. And of course he continued laughing as though my crying was entertaining to him.