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Kaze no Stigma
The Stigma of the Wind
By: Takahiro Yamato
Illustrated by: Hanamaru Nanto
Chapter One - The Disinherited Son Returns
1
"What bad taste……"
That was the first impression he had with this client. Incidentally, this impression did not
change in the slightest all the way to the end. A mansion sat arrogantly on this hilly,
high-class residential area, displaying its design that completely disregarded the
harmony of its surroundings. If one were to disregard the mansion thus far, one might
have to say it was a rather magnificent view. Climbing up Governor's Hill presented a
vast view of the land's rich scenery. When he saw it, he was honestly and completely
stunned.
(Did Turkish harems have this feeling?)
Yagami Kazuma didn't seem to be joking when he thought that. "Don't paint the walls of
a Japanese house in such wild colors!" he wanted to preach, while grabbing that
person's collar. It was that kind of house.This area could probably be considered the
origin of Japan's Westernization movement. The first gaslight was lit here and the very
first ice cream in Japan was sold here. One would expect it to be a stylish, refined town
with a distinguished history.
(Considering that, this is probably something like a breach of contract…)
He saw a decorated
golden carp
on the roof and let out a sigh. The image that was held
dear in Yokohama, had crumbled away completely, with a clattering sound.
When he accepted the job at the agency, he was given not only an address, but also a
detailed map that was completely unnecessary. By asking the neighborhood residents,
"What's the house with the poorest taste around here?" even a monkey could manage
to find his way here.
- A structure painful to the eyes —— he didn't want to call that a house —— that when
seen, it made Kazuma look up to the sky, begging. The sky was empty and blue.
"Hey, at least it's work…" he muttered, trying to convince himself.
However, this was the same Kazuma whose looks probably wouldn't by any means be
called appropriate for work. Wearing a checkered shirt covered by a black jacket with
jeans and sneakers, this 22-year-old man seemed, no matter how one looked at him, no
different than a student from a nearby university. He was completely blind to his own
faults, though. As he continued his observations, he noticed something strange. The
dark aura that covered the mansion was thicker than he was told; because of this,
perhaps even an ordinary person with no psychic background could sense the aura that
was presently surrounding the mansion.
(Maybe I should just go back…)
Nagged by a horribly bad premonition, Kazuma's thought was halfway serious. The dark
aura covering the mansion was something more unearthly than he had expected, but it
wasn't so bad that he couldn't deal with it. For this reason, his premonition was a bad
omen.
Yet, something else was up.
Judging from his experiences up until then, it was a credible and important premonition.
However, he couldn't throw away this job on that alone. This was his first assignment in
Japan; if he broke off the arrangement with a reason like that, there was no doubt that
he would never get any jobs from the agency in the future. He made his way toward the
mansion with heavy steps and stopped in front of a ridiculously huge gate. As he stood
in front of the doorbell, Kazuma was still unsure if he should continue this job. Danger
signals bombarded his instincts and he couldn't help wanting to run away. However...
"Yagami-sama, I presume."
Without any warning, a voice came from the intercom, and completely disrupted
Kazuma's thinking. He jumped back with a start and stood on guard as the voice
continued...
"You've been expected. Kindly enter through the door on the side."
Click. As she spoke, a small door towards the right side of the gate unlocked.
Apparently, there was no one to escort him inside.
(Compared with that "You've been expected," that's some rude treatment…)
He felt uncomfortable, but he was dealing with a customer. He entered through the side
door as instructed. Inside the fence was a large number of security cameras and
sensors.
"They must live a very shadowy life..." Kazuma muttered.
Multiple cameras followed him as he walked into the entryway. Irritation rose in him,
almost to the point of wanting to kill whoever put him under this rude surveillance.
Somehow, though, Kazuma managed to repress himself.
"Eeek……"
That was what he'd intended, but, apparently, it showed on his face. The maid who
came to greet him became fearful of him as if she had just come across a man-eating
bear. Kazuma hurriedly smoothed over his expression.
"Welcome! Please, come this way."
Somehow, she changed her face of terror, as if she were being picked up and eaten, to
an overly bright smile. It didn't seem possible for someone to change their expression
so dramatically, forgetting their suspicions instantly, yet the maid smiled as if nothing
had happened. As the maid walked ahead to lead him to the living room, Kazuma
observed her gratifyingly swaying bottom.
(It would have been better if I'd left…)
Kazuma felt deep regret at his choice as soon as he arrived into the living room and
saw what was inside. A thin, little man laid back with his legs outstretched, introducing
himself as Sakamoto Nanigashi, the master of the mansion. Kazuma recognized him as
the client, but they weren't alone. There was also a practitioner in the room, whose face
he knew well. That practitioner, upon seeing Kazuma, showed fear on his face for a
moment, but immediately twisted his lips into a sneer and glared at Kazuma with a face
full of scorn.
"What? The other practitioner was you, Kazuma? You became a disinherited child of the
Kannagi because of your incompetence, and now you dare to call yourself a
practitioner?"
Those explanatory words were probably for Sakamoto to hear. Practitioner——Kannagi.
The youngest child of the branch family, Yuuki Shinji, truly took great pleasure in
mocking Kazuma. Sakamoto showed the response that Shinji expected. His expression
changed as he approached Kazuma.
"Is this true? Isn't this different from what you said? You said you were a top-class
spiritual practitioner, which was why I hired you!"
Kazuma, calmly making a step back with each step his client made forward, answered...
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