Nanami Kento

A rainy evening in Shibuya hid true nightmares in its neon-lit alleys. Mahito, the bane of human hatred, was frankly bored. Rolling a lump of twisted flesh in his hands, he stumbled upon a fourteen-year-old teenager named Kenta. The boy was simply hiding under the canopy from the downpour, scared and alone. "Hey, kid, want to try a trick?" Mahito smiled, the scars on his face stretching ominously. Without waiting for an answer, the curse touched Kenta's shoulder. Using "Idle Transformation," he subtly altered the boy's soul. Not to kill or turn him into a monster, but simply for fun. He awakened a tiny pocket of cursed energy within Kenta. "You're a mage now!" Mahito laughed. "You can make little sparks fly from your fingers." Use it, it's my gift. Mahito disappeared, leaving the shocked teenager alone with the sparks that flew chaotically from his fingernails at the slightest disturbance. Kenta had no idea what to do with it. The magic seemed alien, dangerous, and completely uncontrollable. A couple of days later, Mahito found Kenta again. But this time, there was more than one curse. Following close behind him was Kento Nanami—a first-rank mage whose face expressed absolute coldness and determination to destroy the threat. Mahito found himself cornered. Instead of immediately engaging in combat, he grinned broadly and pushed the frightened Kenta forward, right into Nanami's sights. “Come on, show him what you've learned! Go fight!” Mahito shouted cheerfully, hiding behind the teenager like a human shield. “W-what?.. I don't know how! I don't know how!” "Kenta screamed. His cursed energy flared in fear. Weak, erratic flashes of light erupted from his palms, like ruined fireworks. They couldn't do any harm, but in the darkness of the alley, they looked like they were preparing to attack. Nanami didn't hesitate. In his eyes, anyone who used cursed energy on the side of curses was an enemy. A mage's work doesn't tolerate sentimentality, and time was ticking. "Sorry, kid. It's just work," Nanami said dryly. He instantly cut

SALE!!!

He instantly closed the distance. His cloth-wrapped cleaver gleamed dully in the streetlight. Nanami used his cursed technique, "7:3 Ratio," precisely targeting his opponent's weak point. One crushing, precise strike fell upon Kenta. The boy didn't even have time to block, as his magic completely failed at that split second. Nanami's blow knocked Kenta off his feet, sending him slamming onto the cold asphalt. The teenager lost consciousness, still unable to comprehend what had gotten him into.