He was sleeping on his bed just like always, but he was forced to wake up from his sleep because of screams — screams of a woman which, from hearing, sounded like they were caused by pain. Suddenly, he stood up from the bed and tried to open his door a bit, just to see a glimpse of what was happening — which, as always, he already knew. Today again, that man was beating the shit out of a woman, who was none other than his mother.
Every time he heard these screams, he wanted to beat the shit out of that man, just like he used to do with his mother, but alas, he was weak — too weak — just a 12-year-old kid. He then lay down on his bed again, trying to suppress his thirst to beat the shit out of that man. That man was none other than his father, but he never accepted him as such because he never showed him any love, affection, or attachment.
After half an hour, there were no more screams, and he left his room and went to the kitchen. When the woman saw him, the sadness and pain in her heart showed in her eyes, which were filled with affection. She approached him and touched his head, maybe trying to set his hair. Then she said, "Oh, you're awake, my bad, I forgot to wake you up." He just nodded, but then a loud voice came: "Quit your fucking chit-chat and give me my fucking food so that I can go to my work."
She stiffened and started putting food on the table. When he approached the table for food, the man looked at him with eyes full of disappointment and fury, as if the boy had just fucked his wife. This man was Vurkel Naran — the father of Vishi Naran and the husband of Ishi Naran — just your normal government employee, hungry for promotion, with no nationalism for the country and filled with selfishness.
Ishi Naran was a beautiful woman — to be honest, if she were given healthy food daily, with good clothes and without any makeup, she would be able to compete even with top beauties. The only reason she was married to this guy was because she could not find any opportunities to become a powerful woman, coming from a middle-class family.
After finishing breakfast, Vurkel left for his work and Vishi for his school. In school, Vishi was just your normal background character, nothing spectacular other than his good looks inherited from his mother. But due to his gloomy vibe and not-so-good academic results, he was not approached by anyone, nor did he approach others.
It was now history class, and as usual, Vishi was not listening to the lesson, just staring blankly at the board while his mind was somewhere else. The history teacher, Mr. Abiel, was teaching in the class:
"Our country, or we can say the area of our country, since the early 1200s, was the most appropriate land for trade through sea routes. And in that era, the ship had been invented just a couple of decades earlier by Roah Zikerson. It was a time when our country, or land, was at war with other countries, mercenaries, and alliances for 100 to 200 years. But we never lost because of only one person — the Black Knight. All must have heard his story in literature…"
He then looked at Vishi, who was just staring at the board he was standing before, and said, "Vishi! Where are you looking?" This brought Vishi back to the present. Mr. Abiel then continued, "Tell me — who was Lark Cent, and what was his importance in the history of our country? If you can answer this, I will let you sit; otherwise, just get out of the class." Mr. Abiel had had enough — he had seen Vishi like that many times, but now he was at his limit.
Vishi nonchalantly said, "Lark Cent, or we can use his alias 'Cid,' which he used while dealing with foreign alliances, can be called the biggest traitor of the country at that time. He was helping the foreign alliances take over our country and, in return, just asking for a noble title, the king's daughter, and the Black Knight's lover, Aiya Amado. But he was caught by the Black Knight. Then he was tortured by the Black Knight himself in one of the most brutal ways known to us till now…"
Mr. Abiel was dumbfounded that Vishi knew such knowledge, as it was not in the curriculum. Vishi then sat back in his seat, and Mr. Abiel continued his lecture. Vishi was not your mediocre kid — he was a genius, and he knew it. He had already covered his whole curriculum till high school and was now reading other books. Even after knowing his capabilities, Vishi never wanted the world to know of his abilities — except for some people. He was just waiting for the right moment in life to strike his father, not only physically but also psychologically.