At Time's End || Raiden Shogun x M!OC

10 | Made Whole

"Where you do see yourself in the coming future, Hadeki?"

The game stopped when grandfather stopped throwing the ball back. His question was kind of hard but...

"Oh! I want to be a painter, just like mother!"

"A....painter?"

He looked at me for a long while, I started to get worried that I might have upset him but then he smiled.

"Heh, you're a first. I told your father that you had different spirit."

I didn't know what he meant but...I was happy. Whenever I showed father my drawings he'd always ignore me or take them away...then we'd go back to training.

I always thought I did a bad job because he'd always be in a bad mood after I'd show him...

"Did you ever tell your mother about this dream of yours?" Grandmother asked from her seat at the veranda.

"Oh! Not yet! I wanted to practice enough myself so I could show it to her and make her proud!"

"Ha! Good play, you'll need to show proof of your skills of you're going to start learning from a master." Grandfather laughed.

.

That was likely the last ounce of happiness I ever felt within that house.

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The rifthounds.

Creatures form beyond realms. Who would have even thought? You'd never believe the existence of such loathsome creatures until you sat in a pool of your own family's blood. An aftermath of being unfortunate enough to cross path with the beasts.

I had to endure the same fortune.

Not even my father, the renowned hero and greatest warrior of our clan, could last more than a few slashes. The more he pressed on the more his life would drain infront of me...all I could do was sit and hold the corpse of my disembowled mother...

And to think we were traveling to receive an audience with famous artist whom had seen my work at some point. Now where did my dreams go from there?

It was up to my last sense of survival and desperation. I was forced to cling onto the reason why I was the only one left alive.

A warrior tattered and bathed in the blood of both my unfortunate father than the hounds that took him from me. I did nothing but watch the man as he slipped his hands over father's face to shut his eyes, unable to make any success in keeping him alive.

Once he paid his respects and rose to his feet, all I could see was his saddened eyes with his stained polearm dangling by his side, firmly gripped in his hand.

All he did was kneel to me and ask the basic questions he was trained to state. The code and authority of a Shogunate Soldier...

It was then that I learned that the life my father wanted for me was inevitably handed down to me. I became single minded, my goals lost and only aimed to becoming a fitted warrior.