The Contest for Family Head [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 4: History

The red, blue, and green teams and their two professors, Chariot and Croix, were all seated at a private jet. The passenger part of the plane was divided into two sides by a door, Akko and her assistant, Chihiro, were seated away from the others at the front, they were going over some documents and some contracts revolving around the engagement between the two clans.

The others were curious but they knew better than to just barge in the middle of something important. An hour into the flight, Chihiro came out from the other party of the plane. She sent a polite smile to the witches and informed them, "The Young Mistress is on a call with the Young Master of the Kazumi clan, she'll be done in an hour of time. For now, I'll be at your service, also my lady gave full permission to answer any of your queries, so please do not hesitate with your queries."

"Could you please tell us about this 'Kazumi' fella? He seems important." Croix asks.

"Certainly, the young Master Kazumi Kenshi is the next heir of the Kazumi clan, the long time rival, and enemy of the Kagari clan. The war between the two had lasted well over a thousand years, but that will all end soon, very soon." Chihiro sat down on the seat and faced the others.

It was then Diana's turn to speak up, "Would you mind telling us more about your clan?"

"Yeah, like, why is there a literal war between you guys?" Hannah chimed in.

"Well, have any of you heard about the legend of the twin heavenly dragons?"

"I don't know the full story but I have heard about it, could you please tell us?" Ursula asked.

"Thousands of years ago, way before the birth of the first witch, the world we know now used to be full of dragons and other mythical beasts. But there were two that stood out the most, twin dragons strong enough to rival the gods, no mortals were strong or brave enough to stand against the two, they would fight whenever they crossed paths, their powers were at equal, so it would always end in a draw. One day, the high heavens had enough of the two's constant battle so they waited for them to weaken each other and strike, sending a Seraphim to finish them off. So when the two were finally slain, they were outraged, their powers went wild, killing anything and anyone, their hatred for the Gods and each other, their powers were manifested to and were sealed on two human hosts. Those two humans were to carry out the will of the dragons, seek out one another and fight to the death."

"No to be rude or anything, but like, why are you telling us this? Isn't just some fairy tale made up for kids to go to behave?" Amanda asks, clearly confused by the random tail.

Chihiro only smirked, "That wasn't just any tail, Miss O'Neil, that was the origin or, to be more precise, the beginning of the both Kagari and Kazumi clan. Every successor of the two clans are born with two distinct features, one, the true heir of the clan is born with a mark of the dragon, second, the hair of the clans has either red or blue eyes. You all must have realized that the young mistress has red eyes, yes? Well, the young master of the Kazumi clan has blue eyes."

"Interesting, I've never thought Akko would have a background like that. Say, what does this dragon mark look like?" Croix asks, leaning towards the woman.

"That's easy, it's basically a red or blue birthmark that looks like a Long Dragon, the placing of the birthmark varies person to person, in my lady's instance, her mark is located on her upper back."

They continued to ask questions from Chihiro about their history, and before they knew it, it was already an hour since they started talking. A tired groan was heard behind the door before it opened, revealing an annoyed-looking brunette walking out. She plopped herself on the nearest seat and sighed.

"How was your talk with the Young Master, M'lady?" Chihiro politely asked, bridging her a glass of water.

"Tiring, as usual. *sigh* So what were you guys talking about?" Akko took the glass and said a small thanks.

"We were just asking about your family, hope you don't mind, Akko." Lotte meekly informed, getting a small hum in response.

"Yeah, like, dude, you didn't tell us you were a freaking dragon or part dragon or whatever!" Amanda yelled. "I thought we had something special..." she dramatically whipped away her fake tears.

"Well, that's why I gave permission to Chihiro to answer your questions, didn't I?" Akko put down the empty glass on the tray, "Also, when we land, Kenshi is going to pick us up, he's weird but a nice guy, you'll like him."

The rest of the ride went by as the girls either talked or slept, but when the jet landed almost everyone except Atsuko and Chihiro had jet lag. They stepped out of the jet and a black limo parked in front, as three men stood outside, one, in particular, stood out the most, he had black hair and blue glacier eyes, dressed in a traditional Japanese male yukata, while the other two had black suits and glasses, probably the bodyguard.

Akko quickly got down and hugged the blue-eyed male, "It's been a while since I last saw you in person, Kenshi."

"It sure has, hasn't it. Are these your friends, Akko?" Kenshi gestured to the other witches, who were staring at the two. Getting a nod from his dear friend, Kenshi downed and introduced himself, "It's a pleasure to meet all of you, any friend of Akko's in a friend of mine. My name is Kazumi Kenshi, the next heir of the Kazumi clan, and the fiance of Atsuko Kagari, thank you for looking after her for me."

"WHAT!?" the witches yelled in unison, shocked that Akko had a fiance or even a lover, to begin with. It's not like Kenshi was ugly or anything, in fact, he was quite handsome, even more than Andrew Hanbridge himself. "You have a fiance?!" Barabara shrieked.

"To stop the hate and animosity of the two clans, Lady Atsuko and Master Kenshi were engaged to one another the moment they were born by their parents." Chihiro answered with a sweet smile.

"Come on guys, let's all go and settle in. We're going to have a big feast tonight." Akko excitedly waved, gesturing to all of them to get in a limo.