In The Academy As Sukuna

Ch 70 - One's Love, Another's Hate

"They took everything from me, leaving nothing but my will to destroy."

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(Yamazaki Complex)

The Yamazaki Complex was in tatters just from a single attack of Eva.

The whole mountain was covered in a thick sheet of ice which glowed brightly due to the sun's yellow rays.

It seemed beautiful... picturesque, almost.

However, amidst the peace of this beauty, a man was lying devastated, his heart burning in a grief deeper than any sea, and a hatred higher than any mountain.

In one of the houses near the boundary of the base of the mountain, the man sat on his knees, his skin painted red due to the extreme cold.

In his hands were the lifeless and limp bodies of his wife and his 2-year old daughter, their skin turning blue due to the freezing frost of the ice.

This man had a good life. Born as a lower member of the Yamazaki clan, he was never well-known, but was leading his life happily.

He married the woman he loved, and had a cute daughter that he put before his own life.

But there was one truth... he was nothing more than mediocre.

In this world, being mediocre means that the ones at the top have the right to do anything to you, no matter how vile.

He could feel the freezing cold of his family's bodies. A tear fell down his cheek, his weeping echoing in the small house he lived in.

The drop of tear fell to the floor, which was covered in small crystals of ice. Within seconds, the teardrop froze into a ball of ice, rolling away slowly.

A stream of tears would usually follow, but they didn't.

The man's eyes opened, his teeth grit and his expression morphing into one of pure hatred. The sky itself seemed to get darker, responding to the emotions of this worthless man.

He stood up, the bodies of his wife and daughter hitting the floor with silent thuds.

His body was shaking due to the cold, his nails going blue as he stared through the destroyed wall, his loud, unrestrained breathing ringing out like the horn starting battle.

"Whoever you may be..." He screamed out, his voice hoarse with emotion as he raised his trembling hand in the air, pointing to the huge cubical structure in the middle of the clan premises—where the head stayed.

Shockwaves rang out from the room, a huge battle clearly ensuing in it.

People ran away, their crying children in their hands. All around the place, there lay dozens of bodies, scarred, frozen, and lifeless, dead within seconds of the first attack.

But this man was unshaken, his resolve and desire for revenge overshadowing any sense of fear he had remaining in his mind.

But something was wrong... his eyes were twitching and darting around as if he was possessed.

HIs body trembled with an intensity which looked almost painful. He shut his eyes tightly, the pain almost unbearable, but the rage flowing through his veins gave him the courage he needs.

Slowly, his movements decreased and stopped, leaving the man standing alone in the ruins of the clan, his eyes closed and his breathing heavy.

He gradually opened his eyes, revealing a burning gaze, his sclera fully black, while his irises had turned a pure white.