In the world of Amaris, power isn't earned. It's inherited.
Your mana flows from your bloodline. Royals are born to dominate. Nobles bend the skies. Commoners barely light a spark.
But the Azukai bloodline?
No one talks about it.
Not because it's unknown…
But because it's better left forgotten.
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Sixteen years old.
That's how old I was when the universe cracked open during a perfectly normal family trip.
We weren't heading to a battlefield.
Not some cursed ruin.
Just… Grandma's mountain villa.
Yeah. A villa.
The kind with birds chirping, wind chimes ringing, and an overly dramatic family crammed into a budget magic-powered bus that smelled like burnt onions and shampoo.
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"Are we there yet?"
My sister, Yuza, leaned over me, flexing her biceps like she could punch time itself.
"Stop breathing like a weakling, Ashuraien. The mana around this bus is too fragile for your emo sighs."
I gave her the deadpan stare she didn't deserve.
Mom was humming a love song from the 900s while crocheting a sock with knives.
Dad? He was already half-way out the emergency exit just because the bus bumped slightly.
And Grandma… oh boy.
She was sipping chai.
Not from a thermos. From a teacup. With steam spiraling like ancient runes.
"I feel a storm," she whispered.
Everyone ignored her. Like usual.
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Then the storm hit.
But it wasn't wind. It wasn't lightning. It was reality itself tearing apart.
A crack in the air. A pulse in our veins.
A moment where everything paused—
—and the next thing I knew…
We were gone.
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When I woke up, the sky was purple.
The grass was glowing. The mountains floated upside down.
And dragons flew overhead like confused geese.
I turned to my left.
There she was.
Sipping chai on a boulder like she owned the laws of physics.
"Well, Ashuraien…"
Grandma looked down at me, her eyes glowing faintly gold.
"Looks like your initiation came early."
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What initiation?
Where's Mom? Where's Dad? Where's the chaos tornado that is my sister?
Why is this dragon sniffing my shoes?
And most importantly—
Why did my grandma just point at the horizon, mumble "Noisy mountain," and vaporize it with a pink beam from her chai cup?
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They always told me our family was… different.
But I thought they were joking.
I thought the talk of "ancient bloodlines" and "seals of the old world" were just bedtime stories.
I was wrong.
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I am Ashuraien Azukai, heir to a bloodline that shattered kingdoms and buried truths.
My grandma is one of the Three Ancients — the last living myth.
And I just got dumped into a world where power makes you a god…
…and my family treats that like a casual Tuesday.
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Welcome to my story.
Welcome to the Legacy of the Azukai.