Chapter Two

hello there! Chapter Two is finally coming up and i hope you enjoy it. Be sure to read the prologue and chapter one before starting chapter two. :)

From the View of:
Kanshihei

Chapter Two:
Born Anew ft. Daddy Dearest

I never really liked my father...
Let me rephrase that...
I hated him. I wanted to rip his guts out then strangle him with them. I wanted to bash his head into a concrete block a hundred times then run him over with a steam roller. I wanted to... I'll end it there. I think my point was made.

As soon as I could stand I started training. My mind and body developed unusually fast. I had a body at the height of an average five year old merely three months after my dad had killed my mother and taken me with him. I acted blank whenever he was around. To explain that better, I never showed emotion. I never spoke to him. He took it as respect for his power and believed that I wasn't very intelligent other than sensing proper submission.

I trained under him for five years after that. One would think I would have a short life and grown old quickly considering how I had aged at first, but once my body had grown to passing for an age between twenty and twenty five, i merely stopped growing. I had gotten to a pretty good height of about five foot, eleven inches. I had a lean build but my muscle build, although lean, made me weigh more than some average humans.

My training was fierce and hard. I didn't get much rest between sessions as I got older and came back from each one with a new cut or bruise.

Don't get me wrong, I was not weak. I merely never let myself go over one-third energy use when training with my father. I let him relax around me and believe he was superior. I let him think I was something to play with whenever he was angry or upset.

That was always what it was. What he called "training", i called "Beat-tha-living-crap-outta-yo-daughter." I dealt with it because I knew I would be fine. Did i ever mention I heal faster than the regular human too?...i got this cat in the bag.

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I Eventually learned that I had nothing else to gain from training with my father.

It had been pouring rain and I stepped out of my housing area into the muddy path outside. I kept my kimono wrapped tightly around my arms and used the shadows to quietly sneak to his rooms.

I'd grown up in Japan, my father had connections there and we were able to live a secluded life. There was no way he would let anybody find out about me.

I slid open to door a crack then stepped in and looked around. My father was asleep in the middle of the room on his expensive mattress. Much better than my empty floor and tattered blanket.

I'd felt myself smile as I muttered, "I can't really understand why you didn't kill me when you had the chance. Back when I was helpless and small would've been the perfect time. Now it's just too late."

He had jerked awake instantly and was now staring at me in disbelief. It'd been the first time I'd ever spoken to the man. It'd been the first time I'd ever spoken.

He frowned as i continued, "What did you think you would do with me once my 'training' was completed? You thought I would become a slayer like you? Maybe bring honor to your name, the name which you clearly have no right to? the name of a slayer?"

He looked like he was about to answer when i interrupted.

"You are by far inferior to me, father. I am stronger than you would ever believe and could take you with both hands tied behind my back and my mouth gagged. You would lose!"

At this point i was ranting, merely for the pleasure of ranting. It felt amazing to hear my own voice, so strong and loud. Out of my head and into the open air. He had to hear me now.

"Father, I would never follow in your footsteps of slaying demons and only demons. no, of course not, I want something more."

I took a step closer to him and slid my dagger out of my sleeve. I flicked it against his throat and growled as blood trickled down his throat.

"No, Daddy Dearest, I am not becoming a demon slayer. Unlike you, I will kill every being i feel deserving. Any being who dares step into my path. Any being who dare speak in my presence. Any being who dare breath in my presence!"

More blood seeped from the wound and he coughed. A deep gurgle sounded from his throat.

"I'll even make a service out of it. I'll charge for it and I'll become more than you've ever been. But, father dear, would you like to know who my first victim will be? Would you really like to know?" I hissed the last word through my clenched teeth.

His eyes were already filled with a mixture of fear and hatred. He coughed again and began muttering.

"You're scum. Just as your mother was. You have no appreciation for those who show mercy. For those who are superior to you."

I grinned and my eyes grew wide with anticipation. I rasped through my rage, "Oh, I will admit, my mother and I may both me scum, but I will say you are mistaken when it comes to my respect for those above me." My voice turned to a barely audible hiss, " I have regards for those above me, and above me is something you are not.
"I am stronger in mind, body, and spiritual energy. You were incorrect form the start, father."

He opened his mouth to speak and i screamed the last five words " What...are....you....final...thoughts?!"

He was glaring at me but he uttered one short sentence, "You'll burn in H-ll for eternity."

I smiled and pulled my knife from his throat. I pulled my arm back and slashed straight forward into his stomach. I twisted my arm and he made a guttural sound and slumped forward. I lifted his chin and stared into his almost lifeless eyes and replied.

"Then save me a seat, will ya'?"

He doubled over and slid sideways.

With my eyes burning and my face expressionless, I turned and walked into the rain, letting it wash the blood off my arms.

The young quiet girl was gone. That kid who trained endlessly was gone. I was now a ruthless demon.

My real name had no meaning and and those who had known it now ceased to exist. I chose a new name for myself.

I am Kanshihei. The Observer.