Extra 2

In the dojo, Kurosaki Hana knelt quietly by the side, watching Genji throw a short sword at Noble in the house.

The blade fell to Nolble's hand, and he looked down, catching sight of his own jawline.

It had been over a month since Noble and Xiaohua were brought back to the Kurosaki Society. Kurosaki Junlong had adopted them both, but only Xiaohua had changed her last name.

Kurosaki Junryu had been planning to use Kurosaki Hana to control Noble from the beginning, so he naturally went easy on them. Most of the time, Kurosaki Hana just sat there, silent and motionless, like a puppet until everything was over. Hana's ability to do this had already met Kurosaki Junryu's expectations; a well-behaved and pretty little girl would naturally please adults.

What's more, he had originally harvested a good seedling, and with the help of this girl, the good seedling turned into an absolutely loyal good seedling, which made him a little proud.

But today is different from usual.

Noble raised his head and looked at the man in front of him. The blindfolded and bound man was shaking constantly. He tried to beg for mercy, but was stopped by the white cloth stuffed in his mouth. Only his saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth.

"Kill him." said Kurosaki Junlong.

Kurosaki Kunryū actually rarely interacted with Noble. Genji, who trained with Noble, interacted even more with him than the leader of the Kurosaki Kai.

Kurosaki Kunryū had worried that these two children, though of the same generation despite a significant age gap, would harbor hostility at first, a rather awkward encounter. After all, Genji had been the one who had intended to kill Noble, and Noble had subsequently stepped on Genji's body. He worried that Noble would bear a grudge, and that Genji's dignity would be damaged, leading him to resent him. After all, Genji was one of the leading figures of the current generation, commanding considerable attention.

But in reality, neither of them took these seemingly awkward matters seriously. Their relationship was like that of ordinary colleagues whose business occasionally overlapped. They kept to the point of discussing the matter, and only exchanged greetings when they met. Aside from walking together at Kurosaki Junlong's behest, they didn't have much to do with each other.

The siblings' arrangements for their residence in the Kurosaki-kai, their choice of courses, and their understanding of the Kowloon-kai were all largely inspired by Genji's instruction. Genji observed them, finding them rather odd, and they, in turn, observed him. Genji was quiet, but that was simply because he didn't like to talk nonsense. When it came to speaking and doing, he was never shy.

Now Genji is going to teach Noble how to see blood.

"You don't dare?" Genji asked, "You haven't killed anyone in Little Asia?"

Noble shook his head. He had never killed anyone, nor could he kill anyone.

The birth of Sakurai Hana told him that life is a miracle, and he understood the weight of life from then on; but the death of his parents was so easy, and he understood the fragility of life from then on.

He deliberately avoided the matter of bringing death.

...But I still have to do it. Noble thought, and he picked up the short knife from the ground. Someone who had never learned how to wield a weapon didn't know how to handle it, so he could only swing it a few times by feel to get a feel for it, which inevitably looked a bit funny in Genji's eyes.

The man's ears were uncovered, allowing him to hear the noises. His hearing, now blind, was acute. He was unaware of Noble's panic, but he registered every sound of the knife hitting the air, the taunt of a predator facing its prey on the chopping block. Anticipating his imminent death, he struggled violently, but Genji held him down.

Noble raised his hand, wondering where to begin, but paused when he caught a glimpse of the man shedding tears.

Kurosaki Hana stood up. She was wearing a kimono with medium furisode, an expensive and gorgeous design that prevented her from taking long strides. She had to hold onto the hem of her dress with both hands as she ran towards Noble, but her steps were firm. Kurosaki Kunryu said nothing. Genji stepped aside to let her pass. Then, she grabbed his shoulder with one hand and Noble's hand with the other, leading him to stab the man in the chest with the knife!

It was not wise, it was completely misaimed, and it was a very third-rate technique. Genji calmly judged that the blow was not fatal. Instead, the man struggled even harder, like a dying fish making its last struggle.

His gaze lingered on the faces of the siblings. Noble had delicate features, likely growing up to be somewhat gloomily refined, but he was a softhearted creature. Hana was far more beautiful than her brother, her beauty striking, especially against the backdrop of blood. Her eyebrows raised, her lips stained red, her eyes brimming with murderous hysteria, her beauty ferocious yet cold. Anyone who saw Kurosaki Hana like this could clearly understand: this was truly a child of the underworld.

They don't look alike at all. Are they really related?

"Let go." Noble said softly, and Kurosaki Hana let go.

His hands and feet were bound by ropes. No matter how hard he struggled, he was stuck in the same spot, unable to escape. Noble pulled out the knife, and the moment it left his body, it drew blood and a loud scream. He gripped the handle with both hands, aimed at the heart, and plunged it in with force. Despite the man's resistance, he held the knife tightly and kept stabbing until the man's movements became smaller and smaller, and finally he stopped moving.

Noble sniffed and said to Genji, "Dead."

He wiped the blood from his chin in disgust, but it only spread the red further, making his appearance even more seductive.

Genji looked at the strange brother and sister, blood splattered all over them. Their faces were bloody, their brows cold, their expressions as if cast from the same mold. Only now did he realize that the brother and sister did have some similarities.

"He's dead." Noble said to Kurosaki Junlong again.

"Very good, you are all excellent children." Kurosaki Junlong touched Xiaohua's head. Xiaohua was more useful... and more ruthless than he thought.

If he initially intended to use this girl to control Noble... now he sincerely thinks Xiaohua will also become a good BDSM.

Kurosaki Junlong asked, "Do you want to go out and play?"