Harry Potter and the World of Cultivation

The Boy-That-Got-Revenge - Marauder-Style

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"Come morning, come sunshine~ Yu'er, darling, are you up yet?"

Yu's little messy head of hair popped out of the blankets. With piles of pillows, blankets and throws surrounding him like a nest, he looked like a baby chick.

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Mei Kamitani giggled. Of her three sons, her youngest was her darling. The other two were also her babies but they had grown up and no longer clung onto her robes, calling 'Mama!' like they used to. Perhaps it was due to the social rules of the time. When boys grew up, they eventually became estranged from their mothers, adopting martial attitudes and valuing the opinions of their peers. It was only her youngest baby that still wanted to be coddled and didn't mind her fussing.

He stared dazedly at his mother and yawned widely, still shaking off the vestiges of sleep. He let his mother pull him up to get ready with a soft "Let's go, darling." Mother seemed more giddy today.

Blue skies dusted with clouds and the occasional songbird made for a peaceful atmosphere. For once his father joined them at the pavilion for breakfast. He observed the taciturn man and noted that, though very subtle, the slight quick of his lips belied the same giddiness of his mother. Only when they finished eating did his father speak, surprising Yu'er with a pat on the head.

"Brush your hair. It's unsightly. Who knows who you got it from."

His first comment to him and with it was an insult. Goodness, it would kill the man to show any fondness to his son. Little Yu tugged the ends of his unruly hair with grievance. He completely missed the amused smiles his parents shot over his head.

His father left with a curt nod to his mother.

Yu brushed his unnecessarily long sleeves to the side as the maids helped him change. These sleeves only got longer and stupidly clunky as one got older.

Yu followed his mother to the banquet hall, where the celebration for his fourth birthday would take place. Several clan members had pushed the clan elders for an introduction to the little prodigy who pleased the clan patriarch, who, in turn demanded his mother to organize the whole affair. Since this fortuitous affair happened to coincide his fourth birthday, it would be jointly celebrated by the clan.

Little Yu loathed publicity and crowds, both of which this event would have plenty. It was all clan politics. Ambitious adults, a pliable, four-year old prodigy, and an overprotective mama-bear in the same room. What could go wrong?Though, his mother had promised that he would be freed from the clutches of these vultures after he was introduced to the clan by the clan patriarch. His words, not hers. He had schem- plans, ahem that's right, plans he'd made yesterday after an insightful conversation with his mother.

"So, Yu'er, tell mama about your day. Did you make any friends?" His mother pushed her face right up in his face. Her glistening green eyes and happy smile made his spirits dim a little.

"Ah." A non-answer. He paused thoughtfully. "Mama, do we have any bruise cream?"

"What? Why? Yu'er, are you hurt? Let mother see." His mother immediately panicked, pulling her tiny son over and divesting him of his layers.

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"Not me, Mama!" Yu'er struggled out of her reach. "It's for one of the other children."

He'd noticed Shun (AKA Freckles) wincing when he whisked his sister away.

"Oh?" Kamitani Mei's eyes flashed with intrigue. "Did you make a friend, darling?"

"Not a friend." He explained the matter of the bullying to her, but left out the promise he made to the guards. They mistook his intentions: he wouldn't mention it to anyone, but he also wouldn't hide anything from his mother. Even if he didn't bring the matter to the higher-ups, he still had his methods. Every debt would be collected, and every favour repaid. It was only fair.