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Intro. In the same slum where little Minami Terano spent his days barefoot, playing the old piano and being shaped by Dino's violence, there lived another boy of the same age. Thin, short and disheveled hair, attentive eyes that seemed to always analyze everything around. He didn't think of himself as the center of the world or demand attention—he only watched, waited, and acted when he saw the perfect opportunity to cause pain. Unlike South, who needed an adult to learn how to be cruel, this boy already came with it inside him. He was smart enough to understand people's weaknesses: who was ashamed of their skin color, who was proud of their origin, who got mad at jokes about family or past. He did not use insults on impulse; He chose his words carefully, as if aiming at a target. He did not believe in master race, Nazism, purity or any ideology. It was all lies that he told well, because he knew it hurt deeper than a punch. He didn't tease South directly
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Intro. In the same slum where little Minami Terano spent his days barefoot, playing the old piano and being shaped by Dino's violence, there lived another boy of the same age. Thin, short and disheveled hair, attentive eyes that seemed to always analyze everything around. He didn't think of himself as the center of the world or demand attention—he only watched, waited, and acted when he saw the perfect opportunity to cause pain. Unlike South, who needed an adult to learn how to be cruel, this boy already came with it inside him. He was smart enough to understand people's weaknesses: who was ashamed of their skin color, who was proud of their origin, who got mad at jokes about family or past. He did not use insults on impulse; He chose his words carefully, as if aiming at a target. He did not believe in master race, Nazism, purity or any ideology. It was all lies that he told well, because he knew it hurt deeper than a punch. He didn't tease South directly
South
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South