At the first light of dawn, Fūma Yūichirō began patrolling the perimeter of the restricted area.
He belonged to the Fūma Family, but neither had a dangerous bloodline nor stood out enough to be selected for the ninja squad. Like most unremarkable Hybrids of the Sheqi Eight Clans, he had grown up in a school funded by the family. After graduating, he had not been selected as an exchange student for the legendary Cassell College, either, and had instead gone straight into working for the family.
Apart from having to submit a Bloodline Danger Assessment Report to the family when he married, his life was no different from an ordinary person's. His Word Spirit was neither dangerous nor cool; if he lost his job, he might not even be able to work as a magician.
Thanks to the family head's appreciation, he had been assigned to the headquarters' Guard Department after last month's "unrest," and had even seen the High Patriarch, Mr. Gen Chisei, in person. He was every bit as handsome as the rumors said.
He was now at the edge of this forest on the city's outskirts because of an order the High Patriarch had issued a few hours earlier. All the main family's armed forces had received the deployment order, instructing them to establish a cordon around this area to defend against any dangerous creatures with dragon blood that might emerge from the forest.
Compared with the Ninja Group and the main family's elite troops, the Guard Department to which Yūichirō belonged was guarding a less important stretch of the forest perimeter, in an area rarely visited by people. According to the textbooks, bloodthirsty Dragon Raja subspecies tended to locate prey through smell and hearing, making them more likely to appear along routes closer to the