Human nature is the most unpredictable in the world.No one can say for sure that one will do right things throughout his life or not. Perhaps these unpredictability must be what makes humans who are they today.Their are all kinds of people in this world with different life circumstances.Some people will live a life full of happiness and they have their life under their control not bound by anything.They just live for them ,they cry for them and they just live the way they want.
Then there are certain kind of people who always in exist in shadows.These people have their life's in the hands of who knows whom.Their destiny is not in their own hands.They will eventually devourered by darkness .But there are some people who choose not to devourered by darkness and instead embrace these darkness,they will eventually become darkness itself.
In a certain dilapidated room in the main palace of chronos a six year old child could be seen swinging his swords to and forth.He appeared to be very concentrate on what he doing .His hands were skinny and his eyes were dull yet their is a certain kind of defiance in those eyes . The eyes that refuse to succumb,the eyes that refuse to yield.His dark grey colour hair and those grey eyes adds to his unique charm ,yet these charm couldn't hide the malnutritioned body of his
This is his fate,no this is the fate of all those deemed 'worthless'.In a world where strong is the rule, he is a sinner .Sinner of being worthless .Eight hours passed since he started swinging his sword yet he didn't stop.Slowly fatigue caught upto him and he looses the grip on the sword and fell on the ground.He was panting heavily on the ground
His hand which is filled with calluses still trying to find the sword
He hadn't given up ,not yet.
In this world talent is synonymous to strength
Only with better talent one could become a powerhouse in the future
Talent can be measured from use of magical devices on celestia
It ranges from highest SSS to lowest E
SSS rank talent was a myth till ancient time
Yet the same myth has been broken by fourteen people
Thirteen youngmaster and mistress of overload families of this generation and a certain monster from previous generation
The boy has resumed his training,not planning to stop anytime soon
He couldn't afford such luxuary
Because in a world where talent is revered above anything else he is a 'Worthless' with
E grade talent
A talent so common in the world which commoners makes half of it
Time passed slowly and the boy has already fallen asleep on ground
Around him a shadow materialised itself with a deep abyssyal like eyes which is looking at the boys hands which is filled with calluses
There is a pity in those eyes and a profound look which cannot be described.