Ryoga Wilson felt tired as he took a long sip from his disposable cup of coffee. The downside to going to a prep school was the massive homework loads they put on their students. Then again, not every student at that school went demon hunting or training night after night. It put an incredible amount of stress on Ryoga, but he would be fine.
Ryoga crouched on the rooftop glaring over the city, watching for activity in a nearby shop. The man inside who owned the shop had asked for Ryoga's help. Apparently the man claimed that there was a demon stalking him and planning to kill him.
Beside the young boy, was a sword. A sword that belonged to his deceased father. One that he had used to kill hundreds of demons and save hundreds of lives. It gave Ryoga a sense of duty to fulfill his father's dream of keeping people alive.
Something caught Ryoga's attention nearby on the street. A bang of a trashcan. Feeling himself on edge, Ryoga narrowed his eyes and glared to see who it was.
Ryoga crouched on the rooftop glaring over the city, watching for activity in a nearby shop. The man inside who owned the shop had asked for Ryoga's help. Apparently the man claimed that there was a demon stalking him and planning to kill him.
Beside the young boy, was a sword. A sword that belonged to his deceased father. One that he had used to kill hundreds of demons and save hundreds of lives. It gave Ryoga a sense of duty to fulfill his father's dream of keeping people alive.
Something caught Ryoga's attention nearby on the street. A bang of a trashcan. Feeling himself on edge, Ryoga narrowed his eyes and glared to see who it was.