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Three siblings, born in the middle of an era of war between the Satoru and Zen'in clans. Each sibling was unique, all with their own natural given gift.

Katsuo Satoru was the firstborn out of the three.

His physical prowess was the most abundant out of them, he had a strength that no kid his age should have. His vitality was also incredible.

He never once got sick, even through a small-spread pandemic in the city where everyone in the family was practically bedridden.

During this time, he took care of everyone and the house for the entire week that everyone was sick.

However, this vitality of his had one weakness; allergies. They weren't even that severe, but it was always funny that he couldn't handle a little pollen. This weakness of his gave him the nickname "Atsu", which sounded a bit like a sneeze.

The other brother's name was Hiroyuki. He was the youngest out of the three.

He was like a little good luck charm to anyone who came in contact with him, spreading happiness and good fortune everywhere he went.

Sometimes.

He was a mischievous little beast sometimes too, and pranks were a favourite of his. However, his pranks were never really very thought out. They mostly include things like putting a small chunk of manure on someone's bed or splashing them with water from around the corner.

The majority of his luck came from how cute he was, it was really hard to get mad at such an adorable little face and laugh, no matter how devastating the mischief was.

He also just was generally pretty lucky. He nearly died from falling off a cliff one time when he was a baby. He was left unattended for a split second and down he goes, but there was somehow a small bush that caught him just before the ledge. He didn't have a single scratch on his body and was giggling happily.

Or the time his parents thought it would be funny if they got him to hold the fishing rod while they were fishing by the river, and the second he touched the rod, a huge salmon hooked the line.

The last sibling is their sister, she was the second born.

Her uncanny ability was her speed and agility. She was a speed demon, and ran faster than most people the family had met - all by the age of four.

Their father was a retired samurai after losing his right arm in a battle, and decided to train his children how to protect themselves with hand to hand combat. It became part of the routine.

His daughter was the most cut out for this because of her incredible speed and overall body control. He was able to teach her many different fighting styles and techniques, and she soaked every one.

No matter what he threw at her, she'd pick it up and master it.

Her brothers of course tagged along too, but Hiroyuki was too young to even stand properly, so he just sat and played in the mud while the others trained.

But her speed wasn't her only natural ability. She also had better eyesight than a hawk, nothing went unseen. Her father sometimes joked about her being able to see his thoughts, especially when she would just stare with those big eyes.

However, the use of her name was strictly taboo among the family.

You see, the family was a part of the Satoru clan, and because some of their strongest sorcerers were lost in a battle against the Zen'in not too long ago, the Zen'in had a one up over the Satoru clan.

This family knew something, something that could save the future of their clan and possibly even change the world.

400 years had passed, and unto them was born a baby girl with phantom white hair and strikingly bright eyes.

This girl was the next Six Eyes plus Limitless user.

***

The sounds of metal piercing through flesh and scraping along the bones within echoed off the wooden walls of the small cabin.

"WHERE IS SHE?!"

Another echo of a blade slashing skin followed by gore spilling onto the sheep-skin carpet rang through the ears of the two children.

They hid in a small hidden room in the wall - though, it was less of a room and was more like the size of a half closet.

The older sibling held his hand over his younger sisters mouth and one over his own. He squeezed his eyes shut, while her eyes were wide open but her tears didn't dare threaten falling.

At least the blood curdling screams and pleas for a quicker end had stopped.

"Tch, dead already..." A man's voice grunted before he spat onto one of the two corpses.

The heavy clacking of his boots and the sharp sound of his iron armour filled the silence while he paced around, stepping over the bodies and other pieces of furniture that had been torn apart in their search.

He - along with four other Zen'in samurai - had invaded the small home not even half an hour ago. They had been contracted to find a girl with nothing but the description; "A little Satoru brat with shoulder length white hair and violet eyes. You'll know her when you see her."

The clicking of the head samurai's heels went quiet when he stopped in front of a little boy. Hiroyuki was barely four years old, but even still, he knew why his parents weren't moving on the floor.

"So, have we scared you enough?" The samurai crouches down in front of the boy, "Are you going to tell me where your sister is hiding?"

The pale blonde kid's wide eyes slowly panned up to the masked man, he could barely breathe properly, so keeping his head steady was hard.

"I'll give you three seconds."

Hiroyuki knew not to say anything. It had always been a rule that if something like this happened, you don't say anything. If they threaten death... then you die.

"One..."

The little boy's breathing quickened, and his heart pounded in his chest. "Please don't..." He thought to himself, but didn't dare open his mouth.

"Two..."

The head samurai stood up, still looking down on the kid while he drew his sword from it's saya. He lifted the blade and held it to the young Satoru's neck.

One of the two children in hiding peaked out from a very tiny crack in between the boards of the wall. Her gaze landed on the sight of her little brother, on his knees, being held down by another man, all while the head samurai lifts his blade off of the boy's neck to swing it.

His tongue met the roof of his mouth, readying himself to say the word three, when the boy feels his sister's eyes. Purely out of instinct, he flicks his own eyes in her direction for just a moment, before realizing what he had done.

The head of the executioner snaps to the side, looking at the wall in which the boy had slipped up and given a hint toward.

"There." He points a gloved finger toward said wall, and two of the other samurai with him march toward it.

"We have to run Onee-san!" The older brother whispers under the cover of the heavy footsteps.

He shook her shoulder, but she just stared, not moving an inch.

The man lifted his sword once again, smiling down at the boy. "Thank you for helping us find your sister, kid."

His luck had run out.

...thud.

Panic tore through the brother's veins, he knew they had to leave, but he couldn't get his sister to move from the crack in the wall.

They grew closer and closer, and he knew he had to do something. So instead of yanking her away first, he opened the back door to the compact hidden room which led outside, taking a quick peek out to be sure nobody was out there.

Once he confirmed the coast was clear, he turned back to his sister, giving one last tug. This time, he managed to pull her away from the opening, but the two tumbled backward onto the floor of the room.

The wall in front of them bursts open, sending dust and debris all over the two kids, but they freeze in terror.

One of the men poke their head inside, furrowing their brows once they see the open back door. Never once did he look directly at either of the two.

He sighed and pulled his head out, standing up straight to report back to the head commander. "It's a hidden room, but there was an back route to outside. They've already escaped, sir."

The Bannerman frowns, pushing the samurai aside and peering into the room, confirming for himself that no one was there.

"Spread out and search the woods, that's likely where they ran off to." He says with authority, standing back up and fixing his armour, "Find that girl at any costs necessary. We'll regroup at the city temple tomorrow at mid day, they can't be far."

"Roger that!" The men all confirm, bowing in respect before exiting the house, the head samurai following close behind.

Silence filled the home once again, and it stayed that way for what seemed like days. The two siblings still sat there in the same position they fell over in, frozen in shock.

"Wh... why didn't they see us?" The brother asked, still clutching onto his younger sister's hand.

She however, didn't speak. Instead, she slowly sat up, letting the small shards of wood fall off of her. Her shaking hands let go of her brother's and gripped onto the splintered edge of the open wooden wall.

"Onee-san wait!" Her brother stands up quickly, his knees still shaking as well, "Stop!"

He grabs her shoulders, turning her horror-stricken face away from the brutal scene before her, but the image was already burned into her skull.

Three bodies of her family lay lifeless on the now bloodstained carpet;

Their mother; who had her intestines torn out from her stomach but still somehow remaining intact while she laid face down in a puddle of her own bloody vomit.

Their father; who's ribs had been broken, twisted around and pulled through the flesh of his back - which had also already been peeled open. His lungs were also pulled through the hole, meaning they literally watched while he breathed his last breath.

And their little brother. His head was sliced clean off at his shoulders, but otherwise remained in one piece. Regardless of the child, it was disrespectful to torture a kid younger than the age of five.

Besides, Hiroyuki was always pretty weak, so it's not like he would have lived long in that case anyways.

"Don't look at it." The oldest out of the two pulls the now youngest toward him, hugging her tightly and turning her head away from the death, "Onee-san, we need to leave. They could come back any second and find us here."

Regardless of the fuzziness that clouded the girl's brain, she did know he was right.

Slowly, she nods, and her shaking subsides by a small amount.

"But... where do we go...?"

***

"Katsuo!" The white haired girl shouts to her brother, who was sitting on the roof of the abandoned building they called home.

The building was originally going to be a temple, but when the commissioner for the construction went bankrupt, the whole project was dropped.

The two siblings lived here majority of the time, and they had everything set up just the way they found best. Any time that they weren't here, they were out somewhere in the city either stealing from hoarders or messing with people.

Since the place was abandoned, everyone assumed there must be some kind of curse living there, when in reality, the curse was just some kids.

It wasn't like they were in the middle of nowhere either, the unfinished temple was just in the less wealthy part of the town. Due to this, nobody had the money to hire a sorcerer or priest to cleanse the place, nor did they have the guts to do it themselves.

Thanks to this fact, the siblings were unbothered by anyone. In fact, some people even sometimes left small trinkets or food items as a sort of offering to the cursed spirit they thought resided there.

"Did you get something good?" Katsuo drops down from the ledge and down onto a lower one, peering down at his sister.

"Yeah, check it out!" She held up a large chunk of ham, along with some other smaller steamed vegetables, all of which were wrapped up nicely in a cloth.

The dark haired boy's jaw drops, and he jumps down onto the ground beside her.

He was now quite a bit taller, with him being nearly sixteen and her being twelve. He was at least a good head above her, and this always pissed her off.

"Onee-san! Nice snag!" He patted her on the shoulder, already being a bit lighter on his feet from the excitement, "Is it fresh?"

"Right out of the pot." A wide grin spreads cheek to cheek.

His excitement only grows, and he ushers her inside. Here there was a few candles lit as well as various pieces of stolen furniture or decoration. Each of the siblings had their own place to sleep, and their "rooms" were separated by an old shoji screen.

It wasn't the most fancy of places, but to them, it was home.

Katsuo grabs a pair of chopsticks before handing them to the purple eyed girl and getting his own. The two plop down on one of the two mats on either side of a small table - where the ham is hurriedly placed.

As a tradition they've had for as long as they can remember; the two would hold the tips of their chopsticks toward one another and click them together while they say "Itadakimasu!".

Once they both chant in tandem, they dig into the food. It's a free-for-all battle for whatever part of the meal you want first. Although, it's never like a fight for survival, by the end of every meal, both siblings had eaten their fill.

However, Katsuo always made sure his sister got a little extra, even if that meant he had to go hungry. He was always generous to her, sometimes even to a fault, but he didn't care. He loved her more than anything else in the world.

On that day when the rest of their family was killed, he made a promise to her. This promise was never actually uttered out loud, but he made a vow that day in his heart;

"I will always protect you, Yūrei."

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A/N: Yeah so I found cute dividers and will now be using them, sorry not sorry.