Japan
The Azure Light in the Delivery Room
The general hospital in the suburbs of Tokyo was quiet that late night. Hirashi Keisuke and Hirashi Mai were a simple married couple. Keisuke was an ordinary salaryman, and Mai was a housewife. Their lives had nothing, absolutely nothing, to do with the world of Devils.
Yet, the birth of their first son brought with it a surprise and a fear they had never known.
The moment the baby let out his first cry, the nurses and doctors in the delivery room froze.
The infant had hair as white as snow, and more importantly, clear, azure blue eyes that sparkled like precious gems. Those eyes showed none of the feelings of a typical newborn but seemed to be observing this world with profound calm.
They named their son Kenji, but the joy of the birth was quickly replaced by mounting anxiety.
"Our son... does he look abnormal?" Mai asked her husband, her voice trembling.
"No... not at all," Keisuke replied, but he felt the chill emanating from his son's gaze. "It's just... the unusual hair color."
But it wasn't just the hair. Kenji's mere existence began to draw things that shouldn't exist closer.
A Life Surrounded by Abnormality
As Kenji grew up in their ordinary home, his parents' anxiety intensified.
Even the weakest Devils—rat Devils, insect Devils—never dared to approach their house. Yet, at the same time, strangers in dark suits (unidentified Public Safety personnel) began to loiter around their alley, and neighbors started whispering about the "creepy white-haired boy."
Kenji learned physical movements perfectly without effort. He could see details others missed. And most frighteningly, he never cried in fear. When his parents playfully startled him, Kenji would simply stare back with empty, azure eyes, as if he didn't comprehend the concept of fear.
Keisuke and Mai tried to hide their son's abnormalities. They always bought Kenji hats and sunglasses to wear outside, and every night, they prayed for their son to just be an ordinary child.
Time Skip
Time passed quickly. Kenji was now six years old. He was a quiet, intensely intelligent child, wise beyond his years. He was still innocent and held no memories in his head, but his presence continued to attract increasing attention.
Over the past week, Keisuke felt their house was being watched constantly. He noticed black, unmarked cars parked at the corner of the alley and felt that strangers were lurking around more often.
One Saturday afternoon, as Kenji silently played with plastic blocks on the floor, Mai received a call from a neighbor.
"Mai-chan! I just saw several police cars drive past toward your house... Is everything alright?"
Mai hung up in shock. She looked at Kenji, her lovely son, but his existence felt like a beacon of danger in a world filled with Devils.
"Keisuke! Kenji!" Mai rushed to open the front window and looked out.
And then she saw them: a group of people in dark suits, armed with guns and dangerous-looking equipment, quietly moving toward their house. These weren't police; these were Public Safety Devil Hunters.
"Keisuke! They're here!" Mai screamed in terror.
Keisuke lunged into the living room. He looked at Kenji, who was still sitting silently with his blocks on the floor, and then at the front door, which was about to be breached.
"Kenji! You have to run!" Keisuke quickly scooped his son up.
BANG! BANG!
The front door exploded inward with an unknown force. Several suited Devil Hunters instantly rushed into the room. They ignored the parents, aiming only for the white-haired boy.
"The child! Apprehend the Abnormality!" the team leader commanded.
Keisuke tightly hugged Mai to protect his wife, but he was roughly shoved aside by an officer and fell.
Two Devil Hunters lunged at Kenji with high speed!
Kenji, held in his father's arms, stared at the faces of the government Hunters with those empty azure eyes. He didn't yet understand the full situation, but he registered the Danger rushing toward him.
In the second that the Hunter's arm was about to touch Kenji, the power that had been quietly awakening for six years was suddenly triggered by a sharp, instinctive survival response.