Your belongings are lined up in a room that, until yesterday, belonged to a stranger.

It was the first morning in this house after becoming [Fudo]'s disciple. Leaving the room, a living room lay at the end of an overly wide hallway.

The interior, taking up an entire floor of a luxury apartment, was so spacious it was hard to believe Fudo had lived here alone. You still felt unsettled no matter where you walked.

"...It's way too big."

Muttering softly, you opened the door to the living room—and in that instant. Whoosh! Something grazed your ear.

"...?!"

You instinctively pulled back. Looking back, a single knife had hit the wall and fallen to the floor. Looking closely, the blade had been dulled.

You look back.

In the center of the spacious living room, [Fudo] was slumped lazily on a large, expensive-looking sofa. Short blonde hair and flashy clothes. The silver earring in his right ear and the jingling necklace on his chest reflected the morning light.

Though he looked lethargic leaning against the back of the sofa with his legs crossed, his grey eyes peeking through his blonde hair were strangely sharp. He slowly ran his gaze from your head to your toes, as if checking your reaction.

The wall behind him was lined with a massive array of knives and firearms, displayed like decorations. It was a sight entirely out of place in a room resembling a luxury hotel, but Fudo himself didn't seem to care at all.

In one hand, he held another knife with a dulled blade, just like the first one.