Episode 1: The Perpetual Flow of Pain

I stared out at the water, feeling the gentle breeze caress my hair. I sighed and closed my eyes.

This place is so tranquil…

I had managed to flee to this place, by the name of Whale Island. It was an atypical name. Was it because of this island's shape which was similar to a whale when seen from afar?

I had travelled to this place seeking solitude and sanctuary by means of a ship. According to the ship's Captain, Whale Island was a very quiet and serene place to live. I agree with him.

It had always been this way for as long as I could remember…

My life has been filled with nothing but bloodshed and death…

Although I have never killed anyone yet…

Maybe, close to killing some but I have always managed to seize control of my power…

Those were the few who had provoked me…

I don't want to kill…

That is not my nature at all…

Currently, I am on the run…

Moving from one place to another…

Never staying too long a place…

Nor establishing any forms of relationships with anyone…

I grew up, never to trust anyone…

I don't why I keep running…

Maybe, because that was what my father told me before five years ago…

Before the whole tribe was wiped out by the unknown enemies…

They were all Nen-users…

I saw them…

Destroying everything, including my father…

He was the strongest of the whole tribe…

I knew that because he was the chief…

And yet, he was murdered mercilessly…

These Nen-users slaughtered everyone…

Just to acquire the red eyes that our tribe was prominent for…

The legendary scarlet eyes…

However, I managed to escape unscathed with the help of my father, of course…

These Nen-users…

They were infamous, I heard…

Now known as the Spiders…

Yes, I do feel miserable and abandoned at times…

They even murdered my older brother…

The heir…

I mean, he had never killed anyone…

He was innocent…

Five years has come and gone by…

I opened my eyes again. There, they were. The tears which flowed ever so perpetually. I cried for my family every day and night. The many tears that I have shed were futile because they did naught to alter the past. However, they did grant me some comfort whenever I cried myself to sleep.

I have always lived in seclusion away from people. To me, it was the best way to keep anyone from finding out that I also does possess a pair of those scarlet eyes. The less everyone knew about it, the better.

Deep in my heart of hearts, although I refuse to admit, I knew that I am too weak to confront the Spiders for revenge for the mindless and merciless slaughter of my family. That it the reason why I kept my profile low over these years. I am a nothing but a coward, that too I knew. After that incident, I felt that life just had no meaning for me. I mean, what was there to live for when there was no love, comfort or warmth?

There was no one to worry about me or anyone to love me. I have tried countless ways to take my own life away so that I can be reunited with my family once again but then again, I was just a coward. I was too frightened to even drink a bottle of bleach, which was such an uncomplicated way to die. Nevertheless, if I were to die, no one would even take notice of it since I literally did not exist to anyone. I would basically just putrefy there…or anywhere I decided my spot to breathe my last. Now, I just gave up on the idea and settled on the other single and only alternative, which was to go on living.

I have been living this wretched life of mine, the life of an outcast of the society. When I needed food and drink, I would always steal or if not, I would just go without them at all. Then, if I was in need of clothes maybe, I would also just steal them. Over these years, I have perfected the art of larceny at the risk of my own life. It seems that the life I lead is plain and uncomplicated and based solely on stealing for my own necessities.

To people, stealing might be something wide of the mark and to which they look down upon those who do steal. On the other hand, I disagreed although I knew that it was wrong to steal but now I think it is the right thing to do if I was to survive in this brutal world in which I live in.

I snapped out of my reverie almost immediately. I heard them. Those dreaded footsteps belonging to people. I have lived amongst animals most of the time but I can differentiate the sounds of animals and people. Animals' footsteps were often light and wary of their surroundings but a person's footsteps were heavy, no matter how much he tries to hide that fact. These sounds were without a doubt, belonging to people. By the sound of it, there were maybe about four of them at the present moment. They were coming my way and that was something bad. I did not like that at all. Instinctively, I hid my presence as quickly as I could. In the state of my now present and panicked mind, the only place I could thing of was the trees. With a silent but powerful leapt, I reached the mid branches of a tree which was closest to me. This place was perfect since I could spy and conceal myself well from them. It was like killing two birds with one stone.