Twenty-three years ago.
‘He’ is here.
‘He’ is here again and he doesn't like that. He had never liked that man ever in the first place. That man was cold, strict and very cruel.
He stood on the upper floor, behind a pillar, as he looked down at his mother, who was serving that man the coffee. His grandfather was sitting opposite the man as they talked.
His mother spilled the coffee as her legs tangled on the rug. That man immediately stood up from the sofa angrily and started to shout at his mother.
His eyes filled with rage as he saw tears in his mother's eyes. He ran downstairs hurriedly and grabbed the small fruit knife from the table before launching it at the man's left thigh.
The man cursed and groaned as the knife pierced his skin. The man pulls the knife out from his thigh and throws it at the ground before glaring at him. He immediately picks the knife from the ground and again launches at the man. The man grabs him by the collar and lifts him like he weighs nothing as he dodges his little attack.
“Little boy, you dare to harm the boss of the city? Do you know what the punishment for this is?” the man sneered glaring at him.
He glared back at the man. His eyes were unfocused but the anger in his dark brown eyes can be seen. His nostrils flared as he tried to launch at the man again.
The man swiftly grabbed his hand and snatched the knife before throwing it back at the ground. The man looked at his eyes carefully, which were red from anger. He was just a child, a five-year-old child, but he could harm a fully grown-up and trained man.
“Brother, let him go, he doesn't mean to harm you. He usually loses his control and launches at people whenever it comes to his mother. He will be back to his senses in a while,” his grandfather said as he stood up from the sofa.
The man ignored his grandfather's words as he stared at him for a while as he wriggled in his hold, kicking his hands and legs. The man suddenly smirked.
“Perfect, he will be the heir to my throne and the king of the city,” the man announced. “From now on, he will be trained under me,”
“But… but don he is just a child,” his mother said nervously and worriedly, stepping forward.
The man looked at his grandfather and turned his gaze towards his mother. “A monster should be trained since he was born but he is a born monster,” the man looked down at him. “A perfect heir to my throne,”
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