"to beat a genius, you must become a demon, kid." Those words would never leave his mind as he trained day and night to earn his placement amongst the talented, a constant fight for survival. The cold rain drops kept hitting him as he swung the practice katana till his arms gave out. He fell on his knees and gasped for air, not noticing a man in a red coat and sunglassed walked up to the kid. "Not bad kid, you've been pretty busy, huh?"..... "Kuroshiki-san... I am honoured to be have graduated your dojo. I will make you proud, I promise."