2018, September 27th
Today marks the 16th birthday of Katsuo Simmons.
Could this day go any slower, he thought to himself. However, he would live to regret those words as the speakers in the school called his name.
"Katsuo Simmons, please make your way to the Principal Office." The voice was the desk secretary, Mrs. Amber. She's cheerful lady, with a great smile to show students every morning. A voice that would ease the tension in every children's heart, but her voice was sullen, and wispy in that announcement.
Katsuo grabbed his things, and packed it all into his old and torned bag. He waved good bye to his friends and made his way to the office.
Did they catch me tagging that train cart? Katsuo enjoys a variety of hobbies; spray painting, urban exploring, writing, and photography. Some of these hobbies has led him to almost being caught by the authorities, but he manages to escape their pursuit. The question he poses earlier ago, is valid to ask but the level severity cannot match what lies ahead.
He stands outside of the office. He breathes in and exhaled with confidence. He opens the door, and sees a tall man standing next to the principal.
"Principal Charles, what's going on?" Katsuo was unsure how to feel about this man. The man was dressed in formal attire, with a price that could probably match his 1992 Toyota Paseo (A/N my first car, and I hated it). His shoulder had a patch, that stood out to Katsuo. It was the patch for the NATO Hunter Commission Ward, the White Falcon their symbol and pride.
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"Katsuo, have you heard of Hunter Accords? More specifically, Article 17 Section A1 of the Hunter Accords?" Principal Charles' visage was unchanging, and with an unnatural level of seriousness.
"No... I never really looked at the Hunter Accords. Besides I'm just a highschool student, not a hunter." The man with the Patch approached Katsuo, hold his hand over an empty seat.
"Take a seat, the name's Amos Martin. I'll explain it to you." His voice was enchanting, it didn't took much convincing to get Katsuo sit down. His grey eyes met Katsuo's and it felt like he was staring into an abyss. "Article 17, pretains to the acquisition of people who have incredible potential to be a hunter. We have legal authority to enlist you into the hunter program regardless of your consent or not. It is your duty to serve humanity in our most difficult time." Amos continued to explain the Hunter Accords in to greater detail. The young boy across from him was frozen still.
"Wait what!?" Katsuo cut off Amos. "Why and how!?"
"We have our ways. Hunters have a way of sniffing out other Hunters, even before they unlock their potential." Katsuo was in disbelief. The average life span for a Hunter was 15 years after awakening, and it is well documented that Hunters are 50 times more likely to suffer from depression, anxiety, and trauma. The life of a Hunter might be profitable but only 10% of Hunters actually get to enjoy that wealth. It's a long and risky road that not only endangers his life, but the safety of others. That's a burden that Katsuo is not willing to bear on his shoulders.
"You are a Hunter! A Hunter will always be on the hunt! Wether it's for wealth, fame, revenge, or power, those are only objects to be Hunted."