After hearing about this the boy wanted to know more but Yuto didn't know about the ' one above all ' because it was all a rumor , was it true or not? Nobody knew, so the conversation ended there, the king proceeds with his speech and told them that he won't create the sixth division because he believes Kaiser can't command it because he doesn't understand what's going on yet, so Kaiser was going to be part of first division, they all gasped in surprised, he laughed and said that he was being looked down upon, the king told him that when they were younger Kaiser has always been the strongest of them all, but what about now. And that made Kaiser silent, Kaiser said, he was going to prove his strength, the king replied " well then, tomorrow meet us at the training ground " , he replied " yes your highness "
( Cut Scene to the morning )
Hana rushed into Kaiser's room, jumped onto her big brother, and playfully shook him. 'Wake up!' she said in her sweet voice. Kaiser slowly opened his eyes, seeing the beautiful soul on top of him." and said, " good morning ", " good morning, big brother " she replied both of them smiling. They both got up to brush, and bath, then after that, they went to the training ground together. Kaiser asked who was going to be his opponent if it was Sakura, because she was the one closest to Kaiser emotionally and strength, which made her the second strongest, but to his surpise she was not his opponent, his opponent was Sora his younger brother, who was deemed the third strongest, he asked if they really are mocking his strength, nobody said a single word, that infuriated him and he threw the first attack at Sora, but Sora dodge it like it was nothing and they began fighting, Sora moved faster than Kaiser could react. A blur of motion—then pain. A crushing force slammed into his skull. In an instant, his vision blacked out, he fell onto the ground, to Kaiser greatest surpise, he lost horribly with just one punch to his head. But that can't kill him since he is a vampire but that didn't matter, he lost the battle already. Hitting the ground with a dull thud, a chilling silence settled over the training field. The once-mighty warrior, the one who had dominated every battle in the past, now lay in a state of utter defeat.
Sakura's breath hitched, her crimson eyes widening in pure disbelief. No... this can't be happening. She took an involuntary step back, her hands trembling as she clutched her chest. It felt as though the very foundation of her world had cracked.
Kaiser had always been their pillar, the unshakable force they all admired. To see him crumble so effortlessly—to be torn apart by a single attack—made her stomach twist violently. A wave of nausea surged through her. She covered her mouth, her body shaking, and then—she couldn't stop it. She turned to the side and vomited onto the ground.
Her knees buckled as she wiped her mouth, her heart pounding erratically. She couldn't bring herself to look at him, at the broken body that once stood as the strongest among them.
A sickening silence hung over the training ground, the tension suffocating. She could feel the stares of their family members, could hear the sharp intake of breath from those who had once admired Kaiser.
How did this happen? she thought, her fists clenching so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. Her mind raced back to their childhood—the countless battles they had fought together, the way Kaiser had always been untouchable. And yet, here he was, fallen.
Disgust curled in her stomach, not at him, but at the sheer wrongness of it all. It was unnatural—impossible. The weight of reality crushed her as she finally forced herself to look at him.
His body twitched slightly before standing back up, the regenerative power of a vampire taking effect. But that didn't change what had happened. He had lost. And badly.
Sakura's throat tightened as she watched Kaiser rise, his expression hidden beneath his bangs. He didn't meet her eyes. He didn't meet anyone's eyes. He had felt their disgust. Their disappointment.
The pain in his face was unmistakable. And for the first time in her life, Sakura felt something she had never expected to feel toward Kaiser.
Pity.
Kaiser saw the look on their face and how Sakura was devasted, he ran to his room, disappointed at himself , he realized how badly he had fallen. But this was not his fault, Vampire drink blood to grow stronger, but Kaiser has never drank blood from years, knowing this they gave me some blood to drink, and he became stronger, he battled again with sora and won, and decided to battle Sakura but lost to her, because she was stronger than him, no matter what he did or try she remained stronger, instead of being sad, Kaiser was very happy, that his siblings has grown to become very powerful , because he used to beat them like toys back in the day. But even though he defeated Sora his position was not changed he was assigned to the high ranking officers of the first division he accepted it and went on with his training.
( Cut Scene to Takumi )
It was still early in the morning so they got ready and left for School. At the front of Crimson Crown High School, a limousine pulled up and 4 figures came down from the car, the Kaisers, the complete Kaisers, walking majestically to class, Takumi seeing this sight was not pleased and was not even afraid for the period punch he gave to Kaiser, instead he became more angry.
(Cut Scene to break )
Takumi stormed down the stairs, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, drowning out the chatter of students passing by. His vision locked onto one person—Sakura.
There she was, standing by the lockers, her arms crossed as she casually talked with another student who was wearing a different school uniform, the height of a middle school student. The sight of her laughing, looking so effortlessly beautiful, sent a fresh wave of anger surging through him.
She dares to ignore me? After everything?
His jaw tightened as his nails dug into his palm. He couldn't accept it—her indifference, her coldness. He had always believed he was special to her. That despite everything, she would always give him her attention.
Before he even realized what he was doing, his feet moved toward her.
Sakura noticed him approaching but didn't acknowledge him. Her gaze remained distant, uninterested, as if he wasn't even worth her time. That only made him angrier.
Without thinking, he grabbed her wrist.
"Sakura," he said through gritted teeth.
Her crimson eyes flicked to his hand on her wrist before slowly rising to meet his glare. The air around them grew tense.
"Let go," she said flatly, her voice devoid of warmth.
Takumi's grip tightened. "You think you can just ignore me? Act like I don't exist?"
She exhaled sharply, her patience thinning. "Takumi," she said again, this time lower, colder. "I won't ask again. Let go."
But he refused. His grip turned painful.
Sakura's expression darkened. Then, with almost no effort, she pulled her arm back. Takumi staggered forward, nearly losing his balance. His brows furrowed in confusion. He tried again, yanking at her wrist, but this time—she didn't move. Not even an inch.
A cold realization slithered down his spine. It wasn't that she was resisting. It was that she didn't even have to.
She was unmovable.
His breath hitched.
Sakura sighed, as if disappointed, and for the final time, she warned, "Takumi. Get your hands. Off me."
This time, her voice carried weight—an undeniable authority, a quiet threat.
A chill ran down his spine. His fingers, slick with sweat, loosened and dropped away from her wrist.
But it was too late.
She had already wiped him from her world.
She turned, walking away as if he had never existed. The dismissal was worse than any insult she could have thrown at him. It was worse than hatred—it was nothingness.
Takumi's hands trembled at his sides. His breathing was ragged, uneven. She really thinks she's above me. She really thinks she can just discard me like I'm nothing…
His eyes darted to the pen in his pocket.
If she wouldn't be his… then no one would have her.
His fingers wrapped around the pen as his mind clouded with rage. He moved. Fast. His heart slammed against his ribs as he raised his hand, the pen's sharp tip aimed straight for her face.
A sick satisfaction curled in his gut. If I ruin her perfect face, if I take away the thing everyone loves about her—
But before he could even blink, something changed.
The pen never reached her.
Because in a blur of motion, Sakura's hand shot up. She caught his wrist mid-swing, squeezing it with an iron grip.
For a split second, there was silence.
Then—
A sharp snap.
Takumi let out a choked gasp, his knees buckling as pain exploded through his wrist. The pen clattered uselessly to the ground.
Sakura's gaze was unreadable, but her fingers didn't loosen. A slow, unbearable pressure built up in his wrist, making him feel like his bones were on the verge of shattering.
"Pathetic," she murmured.
Takumi's mouth went dry. His body shook, not just from pain—but from fear.
Then, in one swift motion, she released him.
He stumbled back, cradling his wrist, eyes wide with horror.
But Sakura was already turning away, uninterested.
He should've left. Should've counted his blessings and disappeared. But his lips parted in a shaky whisper, the last desperate thought clawing at his throat.
"You… you used to care about me…"
She stopped.
Slowly, she turned her head just enough to glance at him from the corner of her eye.
" Cared about you ?, that's a foolish thing to say, your existence meant nothing to me and now I've finally realized ," she said softly, "that you are nothing but a weak, selfish coward."
Her words struck harder than any physical blow.
Takumi's breath stilled, his entire body frozen as she walked away, leaving him in the suffocating silence of his own disgrace.
Takumi stood there, motionless, his broken wrist pulsing with sharp, unbearable pain. But the pain in his body was nothing compared to the crushing weight in his chest.
Sakura's words echoed in his mind, over and over again.
"Weak. Selfish. Coward."
His breathing turned ragged. His nails dug into his palm, his entire body trembling—not just from fear, but from something worse.
Humiliation.
He had never felt so small before.
All this time, he had clung to the belief that she still saw him as someone important. That even if she pushed him away, deep down, there was still something there.
But there wasn't.
Not love. Not care. Not even hatred.
Just nothing.
The hallways around him felt suffocating. Students passed by, barely sparing him a glance, as if he were just another nobody. The realization clawed at his throat—he was a nobody.
His legs felt weak, but he forced himself to move. He needed to get out of here. Needed to breathe.
He pushed through the school doors, stumbling outside into the courtyard. The fresh air hit his face, but it did nothing to ease the growing storm inside him.
His fingers clenched into a fist, his nails pressing into his palm so hard they nearly drew blood.
"If I can't have her… no one can."
The thought repeated itself, growing darker, twisting into something uglier.
But even that wasn't enough.
This wasn't just about Sakura anymore. It was about all of them. The Kaisers. The so-called untouchable monsters who looked down on everyone. Who walked through life like they were superior, like they were gods.
And Takumi? He was nothing but an insect to them.
His breathing turned erratic.
No. He wouldn't accept this.
He refused to be a nobody.
He refused to be forgotten.
His gaze darkened as he stared ahead, fists shaking. If they thought they could toss him aside like trash…
Then he'd make sure they all paid for it.
One by one.
The students Sakura was talking to was none other than Sora, her junior brother. Sora had only come to Crimson Crown High to check on his sister, nothing more. He had no real interest in this place or the humans that roamed it like fragile little ants. But since Kaiser and Sakura were now attending this school, he figured he'd stop by during break.
He hadn't expected to run into Sakura so soon, standing by the lockers, casually talking to him like they used to back home.
For a moment, it felt normal. Familiar.
Then he arrived.
Takumi.
Sora's sharp, crimson gaze flickered toward the boy as he stormed toward them, eyes burning with something twisted. He wasn't impressed. This was just some weak, jealous fool with no power, no presence, no control over his own emotions.
Still, Sora watched silently, leaning against the wall as Takumi grabbed Sakura's wrist. His fingers twitched slightly, but he didn't interfere.
Not yet.
Sakura was more than capable of handling herself, and honestly, he was a little curious. Curious to see just how far this human would go before he realized just how powerless he was.
And then it happened.
The shift in the air. The silent but absolute difference in power.
Takumi tried to pull her. Failed. Tried again. Failed harder.
Sora's lips curled slightly. Pathetic.
He had to admit, watching the moment of realization hit Takumi—watching the fear crawl up his spine—was entertaining.
Then, like a fool, Takumi did something incredibly stupid.
He attacked.
A pen. A simple, human pen, aimed straight at Sakura's face.
Sora didn't move. Didn't react. He didn't need to.
Because in an instant, before the tip of the pen could even reach her, Sakura caught his wrist with ease. The sickening snap that followed made Sora's smirk widen slightly.
For a long moment, Takumi just stood there, frozen, his wrist still in Sakura's grasp.
And then, she said it.
"Pathetic."
Sora let out a quiet chuckle under his breath. He almost felt bad for the guy. Almost.
Takumi stumbled back, clutching his broken wrist, and Sora watched as the last shred of whatever self-respect he had crumbled before their eyes.
The part that interested Sora the most, however, was how easily Sakura dismissed him. Not with rage. Not with cruelty. Just… indifference.
That, more than anything, seemed to break Takumi.
Sora crossed his arms as he watched the human flee, his steps unsteady, his entire world seemingly shattered.
And yet…
Something about the way Takumi walked away, the way his shoulders trembled, the way his body radiated something dark and unstable—
Sora frowned slightly. That's not the look of a man who's given up. That's the look of someone who's about to do something really, really stupid.
He exhaled, shoving his hands into his pockets as he turned to Sakura, who was wiping her hand against her uniform with a look of disgust.
"You attract the most pathetic types, you know that?" he mused.
Sakura sighed, shaking her head. "I didn't attract him. He deluded himself into thinking he mattered to me."
Sora smirked. "That's cold, Sis."
She didn't deny it.
But as Sora glanced back in the direction Takumi had fled, a shadow of thought flickered through his mind.
This wasn't over.
Not yet.
Sakura turned away, ready to wipe Takumi from her mind just as easily as she had wiped him from her life.
But then—
A scent.
Faint. Metallic. Sharp.
Her breath hitched.
Slowly, she lifted her hand, and there it was—a thin crimson line, a shallow scrape where the tip of the pen had barely pierced her skin.
It was nothing.
Nothing at all.
And yet, the moment she saw it—
Her body froze.
The world around her melted away, swallowed by the heavy fog of the past.
—Blood splattered against cold stone. The sound of screams. The feeling of her small, trembling hands gripping onto someone—anyone—begging, pleading—
"Please… please don't leave me—"
A sharp pain. A burning sensation in her chest. The warmth of life spilling out of her, staining the floor, soaking into her skin, into her soul—
"It hurts—it hurts—it hurts—"
Her vision swayed.
Her breathing quickened.
The scent—her own blood—clawed at her senses, dragging her back into that darkness, that pain, that moment of helplessness—
"You're weak. You couldn't save them."
"You're weak. That's why they died."
"You're weak. You're weak. You're weak—"
A shudder ripped through her.
Then, suddenly—
A hand.
Warm. Steady. Firm.
It gripped her wrist, pulling her back to reality.
Sakura's wide, panicked crimson eyes snapped up.
Sora.
His gaze was unreadable, his face carefully neutral. But his grip on her wrist—on her bleeding hand—was tight.
Grounding.
She inhaled sharply, forcing air back into her lungs. Her fingers clenched into a fist, hiding the blood from her own view.
Sora finally spoke, his voice quieter than usual.
"… did that badstard do this to you?"
Sakura hesitated. Her lips parted, but no words came. She knew—she knew—that Takumi hadn't meant to truly harm her. That he was just a pathetic, desperate fool grasping at what little control he had left.
And yet—
It didn't matter.
Because for one horrible moment, that tiny scrape had sent her spiraling back to a place she swore she'd never return to.
And that—
That was unforgivable.
Sora let go of her wrist and turned away.
"Sora," she called, her voice still slightly shaken. "Where are you going?"
He didn't answer immediately. He only rolled his shoulders, stretching out his neck like a predator preparing for the hunt.
Then, finally, without looking back, he muttered—
""I'm going to make him beg for a death he won't get quickly."
And then—
He was gone. While his demonic theme playing—low, eerie choir notes, deep bass rumbles, and distant, distorted whispers growing louder as Sora vanishes.