That evening, the Zoldyck estate was quiet — too quiet.
Haruko was at the far end of the main hall when the faintest ripple of energy pricked at the edge of his senses. His Saiyan ki detection flared instantly, picking out an unfamiliar life signature moving within the walls.
It wasn't anyone from the family.
Without hesitation, his body blurred forward and his fist struck like a hammer.
The intruder — unseen until that moment — smashed through a wooden panel and skidded across the floor as if swatted by an invisible giant.
When the figure stopped, light shimmered where their shape had been. The invisibility cloak or ability failed as consciousness wavered.
By the time the man's eyes opened, Haruko was crouched over him. His gaze shifted — the crimson ring of his vampire hypnotism ability blooming into view. The intruder's pupils dilated, muscles locking.
"You're going to tell me why you're here," Haruko said, voice almost calm.
The man's lips trembled. "Sent… by government. To see… what you brought back. From the Bloodline Pool."
Haruko thought quickly. This was a perfect chance to experiment with his Vampire mental control.
He leaned closer.
"Here's what you'll tell your chief," Haruko instructed slowly. "That I brought back nothing. It was just an ape world — primitive humans, maybe an ancient human ancestral bloodline. Nothing else."
The suggestion sank in like a planted memory. Still under the hypnotic hold, the intruder pulled out a small comm-link and repeated the false report word-for-word into it.
When it was done, Haruko stood and gestured for his uncle Keaton and grandfather Zenny to join him.
"Well?" Haruko asked them.
Zenny's brow lifted. "Interesting tactic. No violence past capture, and you planted a false intelligence thread."
Keaton glanced at the unconscious agent. "More interesting is how you caught him at all."
Haruko's expression didn't change. "In the Saiyan's original world, I found a ki method that senses people in the surrounding area — even if they're hiding or invisible. Long-range, precise. You can't mask it easily."
The elder Zoldycks exchanged a glance. The stealth king of assassins' bloodline now had a tracker who could pierce almost any concealment.
Before they could continue, Haruko's father Hirto stepped into the hall, phone still in hand, his face tight.
"Mombami Clan's calling. They're… summoning me," he said reluctantly. "I was going to refuse — but—" He hesitated. "—they said Grandfather and Grandmother have… returned."
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Haruko frowned. The Mombami grandparents had died years ago — killed in a sudden car accident. They had not been cremated but sealed in an ancestral tomb.
"They awakened," Hirto said gravely. "And they're asking for their… second son. They've been told the whole matter. And they're angry."
Hours later, the Mombami elders arrived at the Zoldyck estate.
The moment Haruko came into view, the reunion melted all formality. The ancient pair swept forward, embracing him fiercely. The doting was so intense even seasoned Zoldycks paused.
"You carry the Royal Vampire bloodline to its truest form," his grandpa with his red eyes murmured. "And more…"
His grandfather — Grand Patriarch Gian Mombami — studied Haruko for a long few seconds. He could feel the subtle dominance in Haruko's aura.
Then he gave a rare laugh. "Extraordinary. You can even overwrite my own authority as Royal Vampire. That means your bloodline isn't just awakened — it's ascended past the previous generation."
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