After that embarrassing crying session. Vectre was in bed staring at the ceiling of his room. “Why have I been so emotional lately?” thought Vectre. Having lived a life before he was reincarnated in the world of Fantasia, he knew it caused him a lot of more emotional damage to cry.

After realising that he was a reincarnated individual, Vectre never tried to remember what his life was like before, he simply never dwelt on it. Because as far as he knew, it wasn’t important anymore. What he was before has died was no longer important because he is now Vectre of the Azure Clan, son of the legendary swordsman Ryouma Azure and the Crimson Witch Cher Azure.

What happened at the park was purely acting. Vectre wanted to get out of the situation and lessened the punishment he will get from his mother. So he pretended to cry and lie his way out of it but the lying part seemed to have back fired.

But crying while getting reprimanded back at the house was not one of his plans. He couldn’t believe himself when the tears just started streaming from his control. It was like a dam broke from inside of him and he couldn’t stop it.

Seeing his mother getting angry because she was worried for hid safety was just so heart-warming that he just couldn’t stop himself, he didn’t know what came over him.

Now trying to remember the pieces of information of himself back in his previous life. Vectre was surprised to find out the he couldn’t remember the name that he used in his previous life nor the faces of his parents. In fact he quite wasn’t sure if he ever had parents. 

The only thing he remembers were the stories and the books that he read, the technology and weapons that they used and that was pretty much it. Everything else is a huge blank.

“Who am I?” Vectre thought in his heart.

There were many blanks to his memory and this honestly scared him. What did I do back in Earth and how did I die? Did I have parents? Friends? A job? Family?

Many questions were floating Vectre’s mind. Exhausted from the recent ordeals and the traumatising realisation that while having great power is a good thing, it can also be a cursed if used carelessly. The thought of having accidentally killed someone just because he wanted to show off a little not knowing the consequence that it could take a life scared him to the bone.

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“Remember”

“Remember” came the thin whispery voice.

Vectre looked around him and noticed that he wasn’t in the comfort of his bed anymore. In fact there was nothing around him but a barren wasteland but the most disturbing of all was the millions of dead bodies littered around him.

He cried out in shock “WH—WHATT THE HELL?”

“Remember…” called the voice again.

“REMEMBER WHAT? WHO ARE YOU? WHERE AM I?” shouted Vectre in frustration. He was terrified of the situation that he landed to. 

“REMEMBER!!” shouted the voice and something lunged forward out nowhere right in front of him.

And Vectre cried out in terror and immediately ran from the opposite direction. But he didn’t get far because he tripped over the dead bodies that littered the floor.

He turned the face is oncoming doom.

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“Young master. Young MASTER WAKE UP!!” 

‘Huh’ still groggy. He opened his eyes slowly and saw that Astrea was hovering above him. Remembering the dead bodies and the eerie voice, he sat up with wide eyes and looked around the room and sighed in relief that he was now back.

‘Urgh some dream huh? It looked so real though. I don’t understand what that ghostly voice wanted me to remember?’ 

“Are you alright young master? You were screaming in your sleep. I imagined you had a terrible nightmare that it was better to wake you up.” Said Astrea while checking on Vectre and wiping the sweat on his forehead and back with a towel.

“Thanks Astrea” Vectre lightly smiled at her.

“Anything for the young master” replied the maid bashfully.

Getting out of his sweaty pyjamas and donning a new robe. He climbed out of bed and out of his room with Astrea trailing behind him.

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“Is my parents awake?” asked Vectre.

“They will be awake soon.” Replied the maid.

“Okay. Is breakfast ready?”

“Yes. Young master.”

“Okay tell me when they have gone down in the dining room. I’m going to get some fresh air. You don’t have to follow me, just stay here. I want to be alone with my thoughts.” Ordered Vectre.

Not really happy with her master’s suggestion as she must rather be with her master’s more than anything else but she nodded and complied with her masters orders. After all she was just a maid and that was her sole duty.

Now alone in the garden. With no one to disturb him.

Circulating mana on his right hand, he tried to materialise The Spring Field XD. The gun used by Rentaro Satomi from Black Bullet.

The black gun appeared in his right hand and Vectre happily admired it.

“Well I can’t try this out since I don’t have a target” sighed Vectre. He really wanted to test this gun out but that wasn’t possible at the moment.

Remembering another great weapon from an anime. Vectre immediately envisioned it right away.

What appeared in his right hand was a pair of white wool mittens with a number 27 on at the back of it. A silver ring with markings on both side of it and a sapphire stone in the middle that has the words Vongola as well as the Vongola logo. On his other hand, there appeared a bottle of pills.

Vectre grinned widely. Almost not believing that the things he was seeing with his own eyes.

“This was the weapon of Vongola Decimo. Sawada Tsunayoshi from Katekyo. OM MY CTHULU!!”

“Sweet” whispered Vectre.

Not able to withstand the urge to try it out. Vectre wore the gloves and slide it right on his right ring finger.

Swallowing the undying pills he entered Hyper Dying Will mode.

The Hyper Dying Will mode removes the internal limiters on the user therefore releasing the user’s hidden awareness. Enabling the user to fight calmly while giving them improved stamina. Entering the Hyper Dying Will mode also causes the user’s pupil to become a darker colour and their iris become a lighter version of the original colour.

However while it enhances their instinct the user will feel as if their body was breaking. That is the price to be paid when using the Hyper Dying Will mode.

The old white mitten gloves transformed to a black metal clad gloves. The X gloves are made out of the same material as the dying will flame, allowing the user to ignite dying will flames. The dying will flames surrounds these gloves allowing the user to strike any opponent with a flaming metal glove.

The user also can use dying will flames to propel himself into the air and fly around.

Vectre smiled, pleased with himself.

Looking up he can see the dying will flames on top of his hair just above his forehead. What shock Vectre the most that his dying will flame was not like he imagined it to be, instead of darker yellow flame like Tsuna, Vectre’s flame was black.

“Sweet. Black is my favourite colour” this didn’t faze Vectre at all.

A few seconds in, he could feel the effects of using the Hyper Dying will mode. It felt like his body was tearing him apart.

Immediately willing the mode and the weapons to disappear. The pressure that he felt also disappeared.

“Guess I need to train my body more.” muttered Vectre.

Now exhausted from the toll that his body tooked. Vectre sat down on the grass and just stared at the blue sky.

The sun was now visible and it was slowly coming up.

“Young Master. You’re parents are now awake and is waiting for you at the dining room.” 

“Okay. I’ll be right there. Go ahead without me Astrea.” 

Astrea complied and left the young master alone.

Sigh “How am I going to explain to my parents. I managed to put off explaining my ability yesterday because I told my mom I was tired and I wanted to rest. What should I tell them? Everything? Including me being a reincarnated person? I don’t want them to think that I’m not their son anymore? What if they start to hate me?”

Making up his mind. Vectre headed straight to where his parents were.