The Supreme Satanic System

𝗈𝒱𝑙𝒩xt.𝗇𝓔t

…..So, let’s keep it a secret, not even to the members of my Protector family, okay? And I’ll take care of any loose ends.” Jeremy said earnestly.

Otsuka Kemino nodded his head, consenting to his words. “I cannot understand just one little piece of information missing here, sir.”

“What’s it, kiddo?”

“Sir Bradford, this has nothing to do with undermining your status or crossing the line.”

Jeremy breezed in, tapping over his back. “Oh, come on! Just shoot it out.”

“Sir, after listening to your entire story about your nephew. It seems that….umm… er… you are spying over him all the time for good reasons. I mean, for protecting him indeed. But why did you miss all of these essential matters of him, becoming a vampire and Origin Chi Cultivator, until today?” Otsuka Kemino asked.

Jeremy began to explain patiently. “Eh, that’s just simple…. That means you have already learned about our special ability of Protectors. Right, I can go anywhere and I have Bobby’s sample of blood with me for tracing his whereabouts. So, I can get beside him at any time I wish. Yet, for some reason, I cannot get inside his office building. And this is the first time.” And he further added. “I’m pretty upset at first. But after giving some thought, I realize that a house which I can’t get access to even after using my ability means that place is simply the best hideout or safe zone for him. And I like to give him some privacy in that place, too. Whatever happened inside that building is his own privacy the boy could ever have in his life. All I can say is that the boy remains dormant all his life and after just entering that building, the next thing I know is that he came out as a vampire and at the same time his bloodline also finally manifesting the sign of breaking through. Anyway, good news for us.”

“Sir, what do you think we should do?” Kemino finally asked directly, without beating around the bush. He had planned for his new disciple, but the sudden turn of events had changed everything and now he knew he was going to guide his disciple-slash-young master.

“Nothing much. We’ll continue doing things the same way we did before. You just need to begin serious martial training for my son and just do whatever you think it’s a feat for him. And I believe in you. After all, why must I even doubt the wielder of the Katana Of Enlightenment in the first place?” Jeremy replied.

His words really piqued Kemino’s interest, and he asked, “Sir, so this pen… um… say the Katana Of Enlightenment. And I know it’s been really great, and there hasn’t been a single instance in which it hasn’t cut except for you. But I inherited this sword from my big brother at his last moment and I knew nothing about it other than its name. Seeing its prowess and fierceness in various wars I had taken part in, I searched for its origin in my old village and even to the secret vault of the Carver family’s library. And I didn’t find any trace of it. Who made it? Why was it in the hand of my brother in the first place? So, sir, can you please illuminate me in this matter?”

Jeremy responded briskly. “Why not? Kiddo, listen carefully. Other than my Hunter family members, no one would know the origin and purpose of this sword in you. Also, the other five olden families are strictly forbidden to keep records of anything related to my Hunter Family. So now, you are asking the questions to the right person.” Then he further added. “First, let me tell you about the story of this katana. The blade of the katana was made from the Strongest essence tooth of the Great Candle Dragon King. You know Candle Dragons are like the scholar among the dragon species. And believe me, dragons, phoenixes, and other mythological beasts are not just fabled stories, they are real. And I have killed many. Among them, this Great Candle Dragon King was the most cunning and hideous one. After several bloody battles, your master, my big brother, managed to kill him by trading his left arm.”

The story of killing dragons captivated Kemino’s mind, and he asked in beguilement. “Oh, how strong is this Great Candle Dragon King?”

“Hmm, strong. I can say that. Um… his one simple attack can easily destroy three times the size of Aphrodite city, I guess.” Jeremy responded truthfully.

Director Kemino did the math in his head and exclaimed, “Hah, that strong!” Actually, the size of Aphrodite City was about the size of Jacksonville(2,265 square km)[1]; 2,301 square kilometers in area.

“Yeah, plus with his cunning nature. It was hard for us to kill him. But we need to. Otherwise, the future of the whole of humanity will be over in his hands as he had the eye of God and he was about to successfully integrate it into his forehead. Fortunately, my big brother came up with a superb idea and successfully killed it.” Jeremy retold the story and beamed, recollecting those heroic moments with his big brother.

“So my master, the Harbinger of light, destroyed that creature. Does that mean he is stronger than the Great Candle Dragon King?” Director Kemino asked like a fanboy, with his eyes scintillated brightly.

“Not exactly. While physically, we can’t compete with magical creatures, he managed to kill that creature with his wits and strength. Ultimately, he won. Winners are always the stronger ones at the end of any battle, I guess you could say that.” Jeremy responded and continued his story enthusiastically. “Alright, I’ll carry on. After killing the Great Candle Dragon, my brother used an ancient spell over his large death carcass and turned it into a single tooth of his. Then he used it to make a katana from it after several decades. Kiddo, my brother, used that katana for another two centuries and it was stained with the blood of dragons and phoenixes. I don’t know the exact reason. Maybe it had something to do with drinking blood from those magical beings for two centuries, or maybe some secret skill my brother cast over it. It somehow gained its own consciousness and made a deal with my brother that it would help and serve his family for eternity if it could choose its own master. And my brother knew that it had lost purpose in his hand as it had contrasted nature with his attitudes. So he agreed readily and from that day onward, this katana had been choosing its own master-slash-wielder until now. And until now it only chooses someone who is really of great mind and greatest teacher of that generation. So, it was named the Katana Of Enlightenment, the weapon of the man who guides the strongest of the generation. Now, do you see the second reason why I want you to teach my son?

Kemino took out the fountain pen, and he began to caress it and kept pondering.

“So, kiddo, have you communicated with it?” Jeremy inquired.

“No,”

“Hmm, that’s odd. Literally, you can activate it, turning it into its true katana form. Why is it?” Jeremy replied and muttered to himself softly. “Don’t worry. It has already accepted you as its master. So, it’ll soon happen someday.” Then suddenly he turned in the direction of the library and said briskly, “The kids are coming here. Kiddo, we will meet again. See you!” After that, Jeremy vanished into thin air once again.

Kemino gave an official bow toward the direction Jeremy sat before and he turned his attention to the fountain pen in his hand. “Hello! Do you hear me?” he called.

But it didn’t reply back. After trying several times and failing to communicate with it, he finally put it inside his shirt.

At that time, the door of the martial room opened, and Bobby and Diana entered inside it.

“Oh, you two are here. Do you have anything to say?” Director Kemino said.

“Sensei, Diana has arranged a sumptuous meal for us. Please, join us.” Bobby asked politely.

“Eh, you don’t need to do that. I’ll have my meal later. You two eat first.” Director Kemino replied. But Bobby felt an unfamiliar gaze at him and he wondered, “Why do I feel that he looked at me just like how my uncle looked at me?”

“Oh, come on. Join us and have it when it’s still warm. Please,” Diana pleaded, folded around his arm, and began tugging like she usually did when she was little.

“Alright-alright, if little miss insists, then it would be impolite of me if I refuse.” Kemino stood up, and the three walked toward the dining hall.

They enjoyed a hearty meal together, laughing and joking with one another. From their discussion, Bobby felt that somehow his Sensei seems to be very courteous for no reason. “Maybe he is thinking I’ll be the future son-in-law of the Carver. So he is doing that.” He presumed in his mind.

After the meal, Bobby and Diana get back to the Library hall while Kemino went to his room.

Like that after coming back from his office, Bobby came to the castle and began serious martial training and after that, he would spend his remaining time inside the library hall, reading books. This kept going on for the next four months.

Bobby was a fast learner as his speed of progress in martial training was considerably even beyond what Kemino even imagined.