The clear skies and the chirping of morning birds gave the world its unique liveliness, the dazzling rays of sunlight and its scorching rays, made its way towards a certain window, the rays of light danced in the air, aiming for the eyelids of the sleeping youth. A ringing sound echoed in the room, the youth lazily stretched his body, he reached for the alarm clock and tapped it down. "Umm..." The youth was Junn Kazami the protagonist of this unremarkable story. Junn stood up, once again stretching his body. With drooped eyelids he moved towards the bathroom in a slow manner. Junn began his daily routine, yet the coldness of the morning and the temptation of the laid out futon, enhanced his desire for sleep.  "Not yet!" Shaking his head, he drenched his face with a glass of cold water, somewhat awakening his murky consciousness. Once again, the endless tug of war between sleepiness and awakening was done. Junn finally stood before the door of his cluttered room and sighed. "I will clean you later..." He murmured in the air. The whistles of the passing car echoed in the air, the scent of the exhaust pipes and the familiar business of the streets can be seen. Amidst all of this, a youth could be seen striding in a hurry.  "Be careful, man!"  "Hey, watch your steps!" "Sorry!" The youth repeatedly apologized as he made his way inside this rolling waves of people, this was the business of the morning market. The youth finally made his way towards a shop, there he was greeted by a middle-aged man. "Junn! Here's your Salted Rice Porridge as always!"  "Thanks, Old man." The youth gave a small smile and slapped his palm on the wooden table of the shop. He raised his hand, revealing four sparkling coins. "Nah, I don't need that!" The middle-aged man waved his hands. "You're always saying that old Charl! Just take it! It'll make me guilty to take your food without paying!" After a long spanned argument, old Charl finally took the sparkling coins in a hesitant manner. "I always told you that you don't have to pay!"  "Nah, let me insist on that old Charl, you're preparing me breakfast everyday for the past three years! that I don't even know how to repay my debt to you anymore!" The youth smiled, looking at his watch on his left wrist, the youth exclaimed. "It's this late?!" The youth leaped backwards and ran to the opposite the direction. He waved his hand in the air and exclaimed. "Thanks for the meal, old Charl!"  ... The morning bells of the academy tolled. Several youths can be seen running towards the school grounds in a frantic manner. One of them was a youth that stood out due to a bread stuck on his mouth. He gnawed at the bread in a fast pace as he ran. Inside a classroom. "Isn't that Junn Kazami? The hell is he doing always coming here late?" A youth with a chicken-like hair pointed to the school grounds. "The bell has already tolled!"  "That bastard is even chewing through a pita while running!" One of the youths who glanced at the window towards the school grounds couldn't help but burst into laughter. What Jun   Millions of years ago, beings regarded in the present as mythicals were present. These beings who were once regarded as monarchs stood at the pinnacle of the entire world. Posessing might that can topple mountains and even control the essence of the world. All of them lived without the fear of mortal shackles, their life, infinite.  Flashback to the present, their presence mysteriously disappeared, All proof of their existences disappeared and they could only be heard in verbal stories passed by archaic remote tribes.  But their existence will never disapppear... Follow Junn Kazami as he unravels the secrets that his body and soul posesses that even he himself didn't know, and the truth of the world around him.Lost Realms