The Head-Hunter's Fortress

November 3rd, 1690, The war of Shibarai. At the age of 17, he witnessed the prostration of humanity... The elation and dread gripping tightly on a soldiers heart, overruled by the striking call of an officers command. Their tenacious charge meets with death in time, whether it is of their own life or another one. An inducement of the state of mind. Red letters drenched in blood, tales of sacrifice. The widow quickens to a grave, The mother faints before God, The sister's tears fall before the tomb. The politician's cheers echoed across the drinking table, families swindled into their own blissful devices. Society lacking in higher favor. Not a single ounce of this has crossed Ryuku's mind. In war, he would never faint nor dread in the bloodbath. In sight of an officers rallying cry or his comrades tenacious charge, their fierce determination did not touch him, he could only push forward at the enemy ahead, with a monotonous blade of crimson. In the city, He never found the joy of playful children. The spark that is lifted in their spirits, vibrantly illuminating through this world over the most simple comfort. Whether it be the laughter of children or the cry of his prey, they fall upon deaf ears. Perhaps, something or someone made him this way, Perhaps—he was born this way, Perhaps—God intended him to be dull in spirit, Perhaps not. His family knew of one thing, however, that he was not a conventional child. At the age of 7 his father took him on his first hunt, the life of the deer felt like the wind; it came and then went. They learned that he is not chained by the limits of his emotions... and henceforth, he is used as a bridge between the Ogai and the Hatashi clans, under the role of an assassin, known to be "The Head-hunter".