"Who are you, why are you stepping in our way?" One of the three ninjas asked. There were three beautiful young persons in front of their entourage.
Without getting an answer, they were attacked by them. They moved like a blur, too fast for their eyes.
"Euh...!!!" The shinobi spits blood from the hit in the stomach, but he couldn't relax the slightest.
Before he could even fly away because of the hit, his arm was held, so he couldn't escape. Akira pulled him back and punched him cleanly on the jaw.
'Looks like my experiences from my past life aren't completely useless. Hmm... Their fight also ended.'
"Come out and take the bodies, we will go back home." Akira ordered the hidden Marquesses.
...
'Hmm... I can feel their blood essence, and it seems a lot stronger than civilians. Looks like my theory was correct. This just leaves the last test.'
He bit into the strongest shinobi of the three and drew his blood essence.
'Hmm... what is that?'
Akira could feel something foreign moving inside his body. It wasn't just the energy from the shinobi's blood essence — it was something deeper, denser, and far more chaotic.
It was alive.
A current of warmth ran through his veins, almost burning him from the inside, but instead of pain, it brought excitement.
'This... is chakra? So that's what it feels like. It's raw, unstable, but definitely chakra. My theory was correct after all. If I can digest this properly, I might be able to use it as my own energy source.'
His red eyes gleamed as he tightened his grip on the half-dead shinobi. The others were watching silently, none daring to disturb him. Even Naoki, usually calm and confident, was holding her breath.
The atmosphere was heavy — the kind of silence that precedes either revelation or disaster.
For a few seconds, Akira didn't move. His veins bulged slightly, pulsing with dark-red light, and the scent of blood filled the air.
Then suddenly— snap.
The corpse in his hand turned dry and grey, as if every drop of life had been drained from it.
Akira exhaled slowly. His body stopped glowing, but something had clearly changed. The air around him felt charged, vibrant — even his shadow seemed denser.
"It worked," he whispered, a faint smile on his lips.
"My Prince, what happened?" Naoki finally dared to ask.
Akira looked at his hand, clenching it once. "Chakra. I was able to absorb it. Not like humans do, but... I can convert their blood essence into something similar. My own version of chakra."
Everyone was speechless. Kisho was the first to recover. "Does that mean... we can learn to use it as well, your majesty?"
Akira looked thoughtful. "Perhaps. But this energy is... corrosive. It tried to tear me apart from the inside. You would need to evolve your blood essence before attempting it. Otherwise, it will destroy you."
He turned away, looking at the moon faintly visible in the crimson-tinted sky.
'This means... our path is different. We won't walk the same road as those chakra users. We'll forge our own.'
"Bring the bodies to Naoki. I want her to dissect them — learn everything about how their chakra flows, their organs, their blood. I want results by tomorrow night."
"Yes, your majesty!" they all replied in unison, bowing deeply.
Akira walked ahead silently, his steps quiet but every motion filled with an innate authority. He could feel the changes within himself — the faint pulse of energy responding to his will, like a beast barely tamed.
'So this is power in the shinobi world... and I've only just tasted it. The old world was about money, control, and intellect. But here... strength rules above all.'
Back at the Kyuketsuki compound, the clan members gathered in the grand hall. For the first time in decades, the air carried something other than despair — it carried hope.
Naoki entered, followed by Kisho and the Marquesses. The rest of the clan stood in neat lines, their crimson eyes fixed on the throne at the end of the hall, where Akira sat.
Even without a crown, his presence alone demanded loyalty.
"My clan," Akira began, his calm voice echoing across the stone walls, "for too long, we have hidden from the world. We fed on scraps, fearing those who once trembled before our name."
He paused, letting his words sink in.
"But those days are ending. Today, I have taken the blood essence of a shinobi and turned it into power — a power they thought was theirs alone."
Whispers rippled through the hall. Shock, disbelief, and awe — all mixed together.
"We will not mimic the shinobi," Akira continued. "We will surpass them. The Kyuketsuki Clan will adapt, evolve, and reclaim its throne as rulers of the night."
He stood up, and everyone instinctively kneeled.
"I will not lie — this path will be dangerous. Many of you will fail, some may die. But those who endure will ascend to a new form. Vampires who command chakra... or something beyond it."
The hall was dead silent for a moment — then Kisho placed his hand over his chest and shouted:
"Long live Prince Akira!"
The others followed immediately, their voices overlapping into a roaring chant.
"LONG LIVE PRINCE AKIRA!"
The sound of their unified voices made the stone walls tremble, as if the forgotten gods of their bloodline were listening once again.
Later that night, Akira stood alone outside the hall, watching the crimson moon.
'Everything starts again. The vampires, the shinobi, the world itself — it's all shifting. But this time, I'll be the one steering it.'
His reflection in a puddle wavered slightly — for a split second, his red eyes flickered with a faint blue glow.
'Interesting... that wasn't there before.'
He smiled faintly. 'Looks like my evolution has already begun.'
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