Chapter 36

• One might wonder why a little boy was unfazed by the death of his father. Especially when the man is someone you have looked up to all your life. Little Satake watched his father succumb to the gash the battle-ax had caused him. As a thick crimson liquid coated the floor Chase had slumped on, Satake watched in horror as his father slowly breathe his last. Any other child would have been driven to a frenzy of madness. But for Satake, this was no different from a regular day and this was definitely not the first time the young child had seen someone die. A week before, it has been someone his age. His mother had indoctrinated in his mind as a young child that death was inevitable. As individuals with coveted abilities, they would be hunted and if be to the point of extinction, then so be it.
• "No," Satake heard his mom shout, her eyes were glazed with fury. His mother had abandoned the one rule she had instilled in his head since he could understand basic human interaction. No matter the occasion, never let your emotions get the better of you. The reflection of the moon from his mother's sword hit his eyes as she jumped maniacally in the direction of the hunter they had just beheaded. She missed and the dead man's ax came swinging for her neck. In seconds, mine tails sprouted from his mother's behind and she dodged the killing blow effortlessly. Satake remained put, tugging at the tiny dagger his father had handed him prior to their visit to the territory of the Crows. He wanted to do something. With his mother occupied with the zombie corpse, the little boy wondered if he could help his mother by stabbing the man while he was distracted with fending off his mother.
• "Perrrrfect." A woman's voice emanated out of the shadows. "Nine-tailed foxes," She said. It showed she was clueless about the creatures she was spying on. "And three of you at that." Whoever the speaker was, they seemed to be pleased with themselves, Satake noted.