A little boy with vibrant cherry pink hair sat quietly, as he held on to what looked like a quill.
In front of him was an aged man with distinguished white hair,he neatly combed and styled.
His features were etched with age and wisdom, laced with something that had seen too much done too.
The room was a masterclass in luxury, with rich, velvety drapes framing floor-to-ceiling windows that let in a floodgate of natural light.
The walls were adorned with intricate moldings and tasteful artwork, while the floor was covered in plush, cream-colored carpeting.
The old man's eyes rested on the boy who was breathing in and out in a steady rhythm in and out in a smooth cycle.
This boy is his young master for about slightly over a year now.
He is an elder of the Blood Blossom Clan, But that is just a title now due to what, achievements? An honor?
But right now at this point in his life it felt bland, for decades he was an elite member of the clan.
But then he developed an incurable disease that affected his efficiency of Zen
No longer fit for battling demons but still filled with knowledge and experience he was given the 'honor'.
To teach the mistress's young children until the age of 7 and his taught them all according to what he observed.
Except Elizabeth
The mistress wants to guide her by her own.
This task given to him is by all things considered a wonderful job as he gets to hone the next generation of their clan's powerhouses.
But
It felt beneath him
For a good chunk of his life his been a trained killer for both chaotic beings and humans.
But it also felt nice perhaps to put his blade down, maybe?
He didn't complain about as he is very diligent to every task given to him by the clan.
And it would be unacceptable and might lead to a quick death.
And right now he was watching this young man perform his breathing exercise
But is wasn't a normal breathing exercise but one made for Exorcist's.
"Sir Julius, can I begin now, I think am done."
Sir Julius raised an eyebrow, "Don't be over confident and take your time,
I've told you on many occasions that we were given limited resources for these sessions so are you sure.
"Yes am sure."
"Okay begin, inscribe the warding rune on that parchment and to pass it must reach a purity of at least 15%.
And the boy began.
He chose to teach him spiritual calligraphy as it did not require Zen to perform as you just need materials already infused with Zen to perform
But even so Zen is a useful tool to perform such an art.
But this young man had barely any Zen in him cause of his low talent in it.
And that is why he gave the boy the breathing technique
As to help channel any spiritual essence available in his body to assist him no matter how little it was in there.
But what he saw surprised him
Even though it was a low grade breathing technique in the hands of his young master
He managed to refine it to quite a high caliber in such a short period of time and even with the little essence he was efficiently using it.
His intention with every stroke with the quill deliberate his focus unwavering all combined with his energy it was as if he's been doing this for many years.
Not many can claim to be so flawless and he was just 7 years old.
His comprehensive skills were nothing short of monstrous.
He would have been one of the Exorcist's to lead the world in the next generation but fate had other plans.
If it wasn't for his comprehensive skills and hair colour he would have thought he wasn't one of the main heirs.
And that moment the young master stopped breathing and steadied himself
Then opened his eyes and turned to Julius
Ohh and there was one more thing that made him unique amongst his siblings it was his eyes, a known characteristic amongst all their mistress children.
Is that they all share their mistress's special eye which are grey in colour they all have it well except him.
And his sometimes felt more dreadful.
"Sir Julius, I am done." he said as he pulled the sheet of paper to his face.
Even from here he could tell he passed this morning's test with flying colours on his first try.
But he did not show his surprise.
"Good, young master try drawing it a few more times.
"Yes sir," he responded.
And like that he continued until the young man suddenly flinched and accidentally slept the tab of liquid spiritual essence.
On the table but luckily it only affected the paper he was using.
"Our lesson isn't done for the day, go collect more from the garden." said Sir Julius.
"Okay Sir, I'll be right back with more." and he quickly put his quill hand in his pocket.
Which did not escape his attention.
And without saying another word he got up headed for the exit and closed the door behind him.
He looked at his work and couldn't help but admire it, like always performance was extraordinary.
But outside the door the same person.
Had squat down close the floor and removed his hand out of his pocket and looked at his hand intently.
He began to breathe steadily.
And clench his small fist and it went back to normal.
But a grim expression came on his face
But then he noticed that one was the maids (describe outfit) was staring at him out of the corner of her eye while wiping down a vase.
He quickly pulled out a smile replacing his previous expression and waved at her.
But as soon as he did that her eyes widen a bit as if in fright and quickly walked passed him without giving him a second glance.
He rose up from the ground and thought to himself.
"Even though the are still a bit fragmented the memories are slowly surfacing."
Then he started to make his way to his garden.
It's been exactly seven years since he got reborn.
As Asher Lu Way the 13th heir of the Blood Blossom Clan.
But he wasn't treated like one of the heirs.
Since his rebirth his only seen her once that's excluding the from the television set in his room.
And that was when he first got here.
She acted like he doesn't even exist and the a snake wherever the head went the tail followed.
The servants, the Elders and anyone even remotely of significance avoided even the slightest interactions with him.
All treating him like the plague.
But could he care less about what they thought of him.
He stood up and started making his journey.
As he moved passed the people all had their own thoughts.
"It's him again."
"A stain on the bloodline."
"It would have been better if he wasn't even born."
"Am so sad for our poor mistress."
"A mistake.
Even though he couldn't hear them he could tell what the were thinking.
His used to being despised.
That was the way of the Blood Blossom, give admiration to the strong but despise the weak
If only they knew who is was before and they'd kowtow so low they'd need to replace the floor.
But disdain was nothing new to him, well mabye the reason for it now last time it was for the sins.
He did but this time the sin was him just being alive.
It is sort of a new refreshing feeling.
But do you know what he thought of their opinion.
He didn't give two flipping sherls about it.
And finally he made it.
His favourite spot in the world right now.
His garden is a haven of peace, the scent of the blood blossoms, plants and fresh grass filling the air.
Asher breathed deeply, feeling the tension in his shoulders ease.
He walked along the winding paths, his eyes taking in the beauty of the gardens.
And the garden too welcomed its master.
At least the clan had the decency to spare him this even as their neglected lamb.
The still gave him some privileges default to the fact he is a Lu Way.
As Asher walked through the garden, the tranquil atmosphere and vibrant spiritual plants, including the Yoloxochitl Tonal(Heart Flower Token) the one he came for, soothed his senses.
He tended to the plants with care, noticing one of the Yoloxochitl Tonal plants drooping slightly.
With a gentle gesture, he pricked his finger and let a single drop of his blood fall onto the plant. The plant instantly revived, its petals perking up enjoying his delicious blood.
As he began to extract the liquid spiritual essence he couldn't help but sigh to himself.
"Wish something interesting would happen once in a while," Asher murmured,
His gaze drifting off, his voice barely audible.
And at that moment, a maid appeared her outfit like all of the maids is a long blue cotton dress with white apron and modest sleeves.
"Young Master Asher, your presence is requested."
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