:[ The Count. ]:

:[ The Count. ]:

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All races are born with a colour and a count, the colour indicates what magical attribute the person is born with and the count signifies the level of power, the higher a persons count the better off in life they become, in some rare cases people are born without a colour, but with A high count, due to having a high count they are still classed as noble beings, so imagine the disgrace Kaito Ruyji brings to his family with no colour and a count, of zero.
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In this land there are two categories of people, normal humans like the readers and writers of this story and then those who can see the magic and evil. There are animals but there are also magical creatures, some good, some bad and some that are just there. You always stood out from the rest. You had the eyes that held the power to see these creatures. Bright yellowish gold eyes and people were scared of you. They were scared because you were above all of them. Your parents owned this old fashioned city. It was a village the size of a city and it had some modern technology mixed with no technology. You had no friends for for so long and people always bullied you probably because they were scared of you. They didn't know of the magical side of the land. They didn't know that some people can see it. They would only see the creatures if they made themselves seeable. Everything was normal one day, people treating you like trash and you running crying to your mom. But your parents had gotten you something that they know nothing about or take care of but they put the responsibility in your 10 year old hands.

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