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Summary

The Untouchable

Kurai was born to a military family, both his parents were high-ranking officials, so he had to meet very high standarts from a very young age. Which he did. He was top of his class, an ace at sports, and developed a mastery of his abilities very quickly. To follow in his parent's footsteps, he enrolled on a military academy. He was quickly dubbed 'The Untouchable', since when in training, he never could be even touched by his oponents. This, plus everyone, including the high-ranking officials, seeing him as a young promise, skyrocketed his ego. He soon began challenging the other 'young promises' in the academy, and even beating them one by one... Except one. A young assassin, the son of a Commander. This tadpole did what was deemed imposible, and struck a blow at Kurai, leaving him a scar on his face as a permament reminder of his first ever defeat.

Forgotten

This is where everything just went downhill, at least for him. His reputation was destroyed, and everyone forgot his acomplisments. Even his parents were dissapointed. Didn't they remember all the other amazing things he had done? No. They didn't. It just took that one slash to the face to destroy everything he had worked for. But it didn't help that he also had shut himself off. He became cold, harsh, vindictive.

Aiming for the Top

But he persevered. He didn't manage to make a name for himself again, he couldn't. But he was still one of the best of the academy. He quickly climbed ranks. He wasn't as recognizable as he used to be, but it was a slow rise. He may be stuck at the bottom, but he was aiming for the top, and already climbing the steps.

After some milenia, he'd already managed to make a name for himself again. Every invasion, every battle, every war he'd step into, became a quick win. Another triumph for his perfect collection. Well, almost perfect. That one defeat, represented as that scar on his face, followed him everywhere he went. Maybe everyone had already forgotten about it, but he didn't. He never did. Still, he was being reviewed for a position with the Commanders, which he'd sought after. That is until it was given to someone else. To one of the commanders son. It was him. Again. That same Keron that had robbed him of his reputation, his perfect streak, of all of his accomplishments, had robbed him again.

Revenge

Rorori was a name he'd never forget after that. The one person to have robbed him of everything he'd ever wanted yet again. But he coulnd't do anything about it. This rage and hatred built up for ages, untill... News that he'd stepped down from his position, and was now relegated as a sergeant to a platoon of rookies to invade a planet. Or he had, but a lot of time had already passed, and no news had come from the invasion.

Kurai couldn't pass this opportunity. He offered to go to that planet and stay to review the progress, and if none was made, he'd step in and take over the job. Headquarters accepted and sent him off. And he started his planning. Out in a nowhere planet, that one person that was 'so much better than him' was failing at such a simple task... It was euphoric, perfect. Maybe even too perfect. Who would even care if Rorori dissappeared now? He'd been waiting for this for so long. But he'd take it slow. He wanted to savour every last moment of Rorori's suffering.