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Thrash took up being a bounty hunter at the young age of 14. He had been practicing magic for several years, and was finally good at it. There was a hunters guild not too far from where he lived with his aunt. He went, and they accepted him. They were shorthanded, and took all the help and hire they could get.

He began an E-Rank hunter, low on the totem pole. He soon showed himself to be very useful, and was moved up to D, then C-Rank. He shot up faster than anyone else had before him.

He was A-Rank by the age of 15.

Thrash remembered how, at the age of 16, his uncle Tenken passed away, his unhealthy habits finally doing their final damage. This meant the house was left to him and his brother, who took the place immediately. They could take care of themselves. They even finished high school, but that was as far as they went. Thrash went on hunting, and he had no idea what his brother did, but he didn’t care. He dragged money home, and that was all that mattered.

Thrash finally came back to the present, snapping out of his memories. He realized that he had walked to his aunt’s house. There was pale blue candle light in the window. She was up. At this hour? He wondered weather to knock or to leave. Maybe if he asked, she would let him stay the night. Better than spending it in an inn again. Cleaner, and free. He knocked.

A few moments passed, some crickets chirping, their voices carried by the wind. The door creaked open, and there stood his aunt on the other side. She peered at him for a few seconds, then whispered “Thrash?” Thrash only nodded. More silence, then “Come in.” She stepped aside, making room for him to enter. He walked in, looking at the walls. Not much had changed since he left this house four years ago. He wandered towards the living room, breathing in the smell of the Moon Flowers, which seemed to have faded over the years.

Araie closed the front door, joining him in the living room. She looked as faded as the smell seemed. “Thrash, what are you doing out here at this time of night? Are you alright?”

((That's enough for now. Oh, I must make a note of something. The language in this, that sounds so similar to Japanese...is not Japanese. It is Drakunagei, a language I made. I have put a lot of time into it. Thank you.))