《Namida No Hana》


 Chapter 0: Birth

    The night was silent, yet the air was thick with an unseen tension. Within a dimly lit hospital room in the heart of Tokyo, a woman lay on the bed, her face drenched in sweat, her breath ragged as she fought through the pain of childbirth. Nurses moved around her with practiced efficiency, their faces pale¡ªwhether from the harsh hospital lights or an unspoken fear, none could tell.


    Then, the moment came. A newborn¡¯s cry pierced the room, shrill and unnatural. But something was wrong. The doctors and nurses froze as they gazed upon the infant. His tiny body was human, but his eyes¡­ one gleamed an eerie blue, burning like ghostly flames, while the other shimmered a deep crimson, pulsating with a sinister glow.


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    The mother, weak yet smiling, reached out for her child. But before her trembling fingers could touch his face, a presence filled the room¡ªa sensation like an abyss opening beneath them. The newborn''s cries stopped.


    Then... the lights flickered.


    The heart monitor let out a single, drawn-out beep.


    The nurses collapsed first, their bodies crumpling to the floor without a sound. Blood pooled beneath them, spreading like ink across the pristine white tiles. The doctor gasped, stumbling back as his veins turned black, his skin peeling away as if devoured by an unseen force. The mother¡¯s eyes widened, her final sight being her child staring back at her¡ªexpressionless, unblinking.


    A moment later, silence returned.


    By the time the hospital staff found the room, they were greeted with a nightmare¡ªevery living being inside had been reduced to nothing but husks, drained of blood and life itself. But amidst the carnage, the child remained, lying in his mother¡¯s lifeless embrace.


    He did not cry.


    He did not laugh.


    He simply¡­ stared.

 Chapter 1: Awakening

    Darkness engulfed the room, the only sound breaking the eerie silence was the slow dripping of blood onto the cold floor. Corpses lay scattered, their faces twisted in terror, as if they had witnessed something beyond comprehension before meeting their end.


    In the center of this gruesome scene sat an infant, his eyes¡ªone glowing blue and the other burning red¡ªstaring into the void with an unsettling calm.


    The door creaked open, and a man dressed in black stepped inside cautiously, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword. His eyes scanned the carnage before settling on the child.


    "How¡­ how could a baby survive this massacre¡­?" he muttered under his breath, sweat dripping down his forehead.


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    But there was no need for an explanation. He had heard the whispers. The cursed eyes. The infant that should not exist. He knew what needed to be done¡ªbefore it was too late.


    Raising his sword high, he took a deep breath, preparing for a single, swift strike to end it all.


    But before he could swing¡ª


    Their eyes met.


    The red eye flared, as if consuming all the light in the room.


    And then¡ª


    "BOOM!"


    In less than a second, the man''s body detonated, as if he had been turned into a living bomb. No time to scream. No moment of realization. One second, he existed¡ª


    The next, he was nothing but fragments of flesh and bone.


    Blood painted the walls. His severed head landed on the floor with a sickening thud, his frozen expression forever locked in shock.


    The infant did not move.


    He did not blink.


    He simply stared into nothingness, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.


    Outside, the moon shone quietly, and the wind gently rustled the trees.


    The world had yet to realize¡­


    That on this night, something beyond imagination had been born.


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    End of Chapter 1

 Chapter 2: White Restraints

    The night was thick, the sky heavy with clouds that blocked the moonlight, as if trying to conceal something. In the narrow alleys, where the stench of decay mixed with the light drizzle of rain, a lone figure walked.


    No one dared approach him. It wasn¡¯t because of his appearance¡ªhis clothes were simple, a loose white robe draping over his form¡ªbut because of the mask. A pure white mask that concealed his face entirely. But it wasn¡¯t just a mask. It was a restraint.


    ¡°Ranor¡­¡±


    A voice emerged from the darkness, not filled with fear as most would expect, but rather curiosity¡­ and perhaps a hint of madness.


    The young man halted in the middle of the alley, his head slightly tilted as if listening to something inaudible to others. Moments passed in silence before he raised his head ever so slightly, as if his hidden eyes were staring right into the one who had spoken.


    ¡°You¡¯re late.¡±


    His voice was quiet, yet carried a weight that made the air itself seem to freeze.


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    From the shadows stepped a tall man, his body covered in scars that told stories of battles he shouldn¡¯t have survived. He smirked, though the expression barely masked his underlying tension.


    ¡°Didn¡¯t expect to find you this easily.¡±


    Ranor didn¡¯t respond, merely standing still, as if he were part of the darkness itself.


    ¡°I want to see those eyes, Ranor.¡±


    At those words, silence settled once more. But this time, it was different. It was heavier, as if the air had turned thick, as if time itself had slowed.


    The man raised his hand toward the mask, as if he truly believed he could remove it by force. But the moment his fingers got close¡­


    "Big mistake."


    The words were a whisper, yet they carried something that made the man¡¯s entire body shudder.


    And then, without warning, his right eye exploded.


    "Aaaaaaaaaaah!!!"


    A scream of agony filled the alley, mixing with the sickening splatter of blood spraying in every direction. The man collapsed onto his knees, clutching the empty socket where his eye had once been, blood pouring between his fingers.


    Ranor remained still. He hadn¡¯t moved an inch.


    ¡°I warned you.¡±


    His words were cold, devoid of emotion. Slowly, he raised a single finger and pointed at the man, who was still writhing in pain.


    ¡°Now¡­¡±


    There was no time to run.


    ¡°Vanish.¡±


    In an instant, the man¡¯s body convulsed violently. His remaining eye widened in absolute terror. There was no scream. There was no chance to even comprehend what was happening.


    And in a single second¡ªhe burst apart.


    There was nothing left. No bones, no flesh, no trace of his existence except for the scattered bloodstains and fragments of his torn clothing.


    Ranor stood still, not even glancing at the mess he had created. He simply turned and continued walking, as if nothing had happened.


    But deep beneath that white mask, under the cold layer of indifference¡­ there was something else.


    Something dangerous.


    Something that had begun to awaken.


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    End of Chapter 2