A tall and rugged young man and a shorter older man were stood right next to a carriage, arguing.

The young man had black hair and brown eyes, and nothing about him stood out.

Except for one thing, he was covered in clothes made from animal fur and pelts.

Far away he might seem like a beggar, but the closer people are they realize those fluffy pelts are quite expensive for the normal person.

“It is my decision to send these people and you have no right to argue with me, Jian!”

The older man yelled at the younger man named Jian.

“But why them? I want to go, too. Just because they come from small clans!”

Jian argued back with a frustrated expression.

The older man sighed and shook his head.

‘There is no use trying to argue with him.’

He thought as he turned around and gestured to a man standing next to the carriage.

That man wore a robe and had a sword on his hip.

He quickly went up to Jian and said one word.

“Leave now.” He said menacingly as he put his hand on his sword.

Jian seeing what the man was trying to do, still didn’t want to back down.

Him being 16 might have had something to do with the stupid mistake he made then and there.

He charged at the man and tried to hit him in the face.

To which the man sidestepped and pulled out his sword, and as a reflex swung it down on the young man.

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With a quick slash Jian’s pelt shirt was torn diagonally.

He fell to the ground and started clutching his chest as he writhed around.

Soon the gray concrete ground started to become slightly red with his blood and the smell of iron filled the air.

Jian still didn’t make a sound and ruggedly stood up, still clutching his chest.

“I will remember this!”

He squeezed out through gritted teeth and slowly retreated from the place.

“Should I finish him?” The guard asked.

“Leave him be. He won’t do anything.” The older man sighed as he turned around and continued to arrange the transport.

Further away Jian was struggling to open the door to a big house at the edge of the main road.

Looking at the logo outside, it was somewhere to get treated for injuries.

‘Fuck! This will cost my entire fortune!’ Jian grumbled as he pushed the door open and a loud pling of a bell sound.

“Give me a moment and I will be right with you.” The voice of an older woman was heard around the corner.

“Doctor Mu, please help now instead!” Jian gritted out as he stumbled in, calling for the doctor.

The sound of hurried steps was heard and an old woman with white hair came around the corner.

As soon as she saw him, she hurried up to him and put his arm over her shoulder.

“What happened little Jian?” she asked as she put him down on a small bed made from wood.

“That fucker slashed me, please just get me fixed!”

She saw the wound and quickly got to fix it.

An hour later she was finally done with the treatment.

Jian could be seen sitting on the edge of the bed with bandages over his upper body.

His entire body was riddled with scars of all kinds, looking like he was used to this.

“You really are my most valued customer you know.” Doctor Mu said as she smiled at him.

“I know. I have paid you more then everyone else in this town combined.” He grumbled as he took a small pouch out of his pocket.

“Here, that should cover it.” Jian said as he gave her the pouch.

To which she gave a grin and counted the coins.

After she nodded Jian made his way out of the clinic and took heavy steps in a certain direction.

After some time, he arrived at the edge of the city.

There you could see a big house standing right on the edge of a huge forest.

As he entered the house the first thing that greeted him was the sight of tons of animal heads hung on the walls.

Endless amounts of trophies and furs decorated the inside of the house.

“The Heavenly Demonic Academy opens in around a year.” Jian spoke to himself as he stared out the window.

From where you could see above the huge forest, was the tops of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

The main territory and the headquarters of the Heavenly Demonic Cult.

‘If they won’t take me there. I will get there myself!’ He said as he clutched his fists and shifted his eyes to the sword laying on top of the dining table.