Our story begins in the dark but not so quiet realm called Thurri. Not a creature was stirring, not even the ruler.
The Thurri Empire has ruled its borders for centuries, being one of many surviving clans of the Hundred Year War.
This realm, however, was far superior to those who border it, supporting even the weakest of magic abilities to exist. Simply being in Thurri supplies everyone with unlimited mana. However, one must be careful; powered individuals cannot deal with the usage of high amounts of mana without long term training.
The boy, shorter than most, was sitting upon a wall, watching the night sky engulf the sun as the soldiers marched through the slums, putting opportunistic criminals in their places.
His brown, unruly, wavy hair that sunk just below his ears gushed in the gentle breeze.
Though he was just a human, his dark brown eyes contained what looked like the darkest depths of the void.
Asuhara, a once-prominent clan that housed some of the most powerful individuals in which the realm deeply despised. So much so, they were forced into exile, only to refuse stubbornly, succumbing to their inevitable defeat.
Ace, however, was adopted into the reminisce of the clan. The humans who worked alongside their powered masters continued to ensure the name's survival, looked down upon by the locals who tried to forget the pain once inflicted upon their ancestors.
No matter what Master Sonu did, the boy was just human. Though his training made him fast, Ace could read an adversary's move before they could flex a muscle.
He was simply an abnormal boy.
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Asuhara (OLD STORYLINE)
Fantasy***Old storyline*** ((This is the extremely rough draft, written during the pandemic as a challenge to myself. There is no need for feedback as I had plenty of support and feedback during that time from someone who deserves plenty of credit for bein...
