His father, Yami Huya, had died when he was around four (or so his mother said at least). Over the years, as he grew older, he found flaws in his mother's speech when she would mention him or reluctance. She told him to get over it, yet she was so hesitant to say any information regarding him. And to make his suspicion even more concrete, his mother never once visited the grave of her so-called deceased husband. They never once held a funeral or wake for his body, and the so-called cause of death that inevitably claimed his father was apparently a car accident. After his death, his mother then changed his legal last name to hers, which was Ano. Not to mention, he has done his own due diligence and searched every possible information outlet or record of his father, but they all lead to the same conclusion: everything was wiped clean.
No, he simply couldn't believe that was true. He simply couldn't ignore all the connections he had compiled over the years of research. To say he put countless hours into the investigation of his father's death would be an understatement. He went to the depths of the internet, the dark web, the deep web, but every last bit of information had already ceased to exist.
There was something his mother was hiding from him, and he was going to find it out. This was his ambition.
I'm going to find my father, either dead or alive. His eyes glowed with a familiar blue light that could only be described as pure power and confidence.
Both his sister and mother, and even his servant, grew silent. The aura that oozed out of Sen made them freeze with sudden fear.
For that split second, Sen seemed to lose control of himself, then swiftly came back. Sen had felt this when he was sparring with his sensei. At that moment, he went completely blank and acted on his sudden impulse. Maybe he was looking too much into it, after all, he always had a problem with overthinking things.
He glanced at his family; they looked petrified. Like they saw a ghost just now. He wasn't so sure why, but they seemed frozen in a sudden state of fear. Soon, though, they gradually came back to their usual self and started finishing their meal Mrs. Mika made for them.
"Uh, well then, to change the subject, Hana, are you going to participate in this year's Knight Exams?" Mika sought to change the topic in hopes of de-escalating the tension.
"O-oh, y-yes, I think I will. I promised myself after high school that I would participate and see how things went. I have Touch, and I want to be more skilled at it," Hana, still trying to regain her composure, replied.
Sen guessed she would try out to become a Knight sooner or later. It was probably for the best she did in order for her to master the art of her Super Sense.
Sen, of course, had no intention of joining because he simply couldn't. In retrospect, there weren't any rules directly stating you needed a Super Sense to join because of how rare senseless people like himself were. It still was very dangerous for him to get involved. Again, being at the center of attention was something he despised.
This line of thought gave him a sudden realization. She must be participating too, huh…
Sen had a certain friend whom he had been acquainted with for a long time. And it so happened that she and Hana would be participating in the Knight exams together.
"Thank you for the meal." Sen stood up with his plate and neatly placed it in the dishwasher. While doing so, he noticed his mother's unnerved expression. He doubted she was hurt by his words; he hadn't said anything horrible. The expression she was holding was something else. From the human psychology books he would read, he realized that it was the expression of guilt.