In the land of Kirei, rain was held as a symbol of joy and affection. Many believed that the rain brought happiness and love to all living creatures.  Except a nameless boy, a beautiful six-year-old with fair skin as white as snow and striking blue eyes, it appeared as though the sky was weeping while people jeered at it

The boy was raised by Akashi, a 60 year scheming old man who would stop at nothing to ensure the safety of the country. Akashi had refused to give the boy a name, believing that it would create expectations and desires for life, ultimately leading to disappointment and suffering.

The boy's life has been empty, devoid of any emotions or feelings. He is like a rock, sitting on a mountain, meditating. Suddenly, while he was meditating, he heard the sound of someone walking. When he turned to see where the sound was coming from, he saw Kiran approaching him.

Kiran was a fiercely loyal man, standing at an impressive height of 6 feet tall with broad shoulders and a muscular build. His dark skin glistened under the sun, adding to his imposing presence. As the right hand of the King, he took his duties seriously, always putting the safety and wellbeing of the kingdom above his personal desires.

At the age of 35, Kiran had already proven himself as a capable warrior and leader, earning the position of Captain of the Royal Army. His skills on the battlefield were matched only by his strategic mind, making him an invaluable asset to the King.

Despite his intimidating exterior, Kiran had a kind heart and a soft spot for the innocent. He would go out of his way to help those in need, often risking his own life in the process. His unwavering loyalty to the King and the kingdom had earned him the respect and admiration of all who knew him, making him a true hero in the eyes of the people.

But today, when Kiran saw the boy, he questioned whether the title of "hero" was truly justified for his own name. With a heavy sigh, he called for Akashi. Akashi, the Prime Minister and renowned fortune teller in the land of Kirei, was a scheming old man with piercing eyes and a wrinkled face that spoke of his many years of experience. At 60 years old, he was one of the most respected figures in the kingdom and was trusted by all religious groups, including the king, to make important decisions for the safety of the country.

However, there was one person who couldn't stand Akashi, and that was Kiran. Kiran loathed Akashi for putting the nameless boy through so much cruelty by using the excuse of "destiny." Kiran saw through Akashi's manipulations and knew that the boy's suffering was unnecessary.

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Despite Kiran's reservations, Akashi continued to believe that everything happened for a reason and that destiny was the driving force behind all events. Even Akashi is filled with sorrow at the boy's destiny, though he tries to conceal it deep within his heart. He loves the nameless boy as his own son and is the only one who interacts with him. His heart aches every day as he thinks of the inevitable day when the boy will be sacrificed. As a mere mortal, he is powerless against the divine decree. The gods themselves demanded the sacrifice, and Akashi remembers the day when the prophecy appeared in the clouds.

As the boy's master, Akashi has taught him everything he knows, and his only regret is that he has never seen the boy smile since he was four years old. But despite his pain and sorrow, Akashi remains resolute in his duty. For he knows that as the boy's master, he must guide him towards his ultimate fate, even if it means sacrificing his own happiness.

In the eyes of the nameless boy, Akashi is more than just a teacher or guide. He is a master, a mentor, and a father figure who has devoted his life to the boy's well-being. However, in the eyes of others, their relationship seems cruel and unfortunate, brought about solely by the hand of fate.

As the half-instance burn rain drew to a close and an eclipse occurred, With a sigh, Kiran called the boy by ringing the loud bell, as the boy has no name, from his childhood onwards people call him by ringing bells, like caged animals which are going to be slaughter for the pleasures of human life, the boy woke up from his meditation state and saw the place around.

Misty smoke floats over and covers mountains, a cool breeze flows with time if another person is there Peaceful words flow in and out of them, alas there are no feelings came from this boy. He walks down the mountain path with a blank face upon arriving at the bottom of the mountain he sees two old people looking at him.

Kiran took a deep breath, inhaling his overly strong cologne. With melancholy voice, he said to the boy time has come to greet his destiny, before Kiran can say any words are interrupted by the sound of galloping horses. 

The three of them can hear the galloping sounds of the horses coming towards them with a constant rhythm.  A hundred warriors appeared while protecting a carriage, from which emerged a man adorned with a crown, appearing to be approximately 32 years of age. While he bore a striking resemblance to the boy, his face was etched with sorrow.

The 32-year-old king possessed eyes as blue as the clear sky, and his skin was as white as freshly fallen snow. His regal posture and dignified bearing commanded reverence, while his penetrating gaze seemed to delve into the very soul of those who beheld him. Despite his youth, he carried the weight of the kingdom with a graceful poise that spoke volumes of his royal lineage. His sharply defined features were accentuated by a neatly trimmed beard, and his hair was styled with a fashionable flair that only added to his overall allure.

The King looked in the eyes of the boy, and with a shaky voice, he said forgive me, my son.