Thomas turned out to be a kind and shy boy. For most of his stay at Jade's, he slept so as not to cause unnecessary trouble. However, he was soon forced to wake up.
— Hey, Thomas! - Jade jumped down the stairs leading to the hallway, where Thomas usually slept on the couch.
— what?
— Look, I'm leaving now. I'll be back in a little while. Your task is not to open the door to anyone, do you hear?
— why?
— I'll explain everything to you later. Oh, yes, you'll find some food in the fridge.
— Understood...
— Well done.
Puget patted Thomas on the head.
— Wait!
Jade went out, the sounds of the lock closing were heard.
The phone rang.
— Hello, Jade Puget is on the phone.
— Jade, Jade. Are you ready for training yet?
— One hundred and twelve percent.
— Then I advise you to go to the headquarters as soon as possible and do some training there.
— Uh-huh...
the training was quite successful. Jade worked hard, because it was very difficult to fight with these bastards from the Cursed Spirits. John Hope alone was a huge problem, because his abilities were at the level of a highly developed Cursed Spirit, and he had reached the second phase, even though he had not reached the second phase.
Boredom.
Thomas lay quietly on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. There was absolutely nothing to do in this mansion, at least for him. Still, looking at the ceiling has become quite an interesting activity.
There was a knock on the door.
— Who's there?
— Open it.
— That's how I discovered who's there?
— This is Jade.
The trusting boy ran to the door and opened it. Fresh air rushed into the room, bringing out the stuffiness.
However, the wind was not the only guest of this house.
In front of Thomas stood a man with long, almost thigh-length, black hair, violet eyes, rather beautifully set on a feminine face, dressed in a kimono with a white bottom and a black top.
— Hello, boy, - said a not too high, not too low voice with a hoarseness.
—And... who are you?"
The man sat down on the courts and peered into the boy's face.
— What a little one, - pity mixed with emotion flashed on his face.
— I'm... an old friend of Jade's.
— Why are you here?
— I was going to visit him, but he's probably not at home. I'm sorry, I'm just leaving. Oh, wait.
The man turned around and looked into the boy's eyes.
— What's your name?
— Thomas...
— Thomas, I'm John, let's get acquainted, - John smiled.
Thomas smiled back.
— Get back, - said a rough voice from behind, someone pushed John away and grabbed Thomas by the throat, lifting him up.
Thomas was able to make out his face, it was a gray-haired man, too, with long, but only shoulder-length hair and a rough face.
— Howard... - John said, touching the hilt of the sword that hung in a sheath on his belt, Thomas noticed it only now.
— Shut up, - the man turned to Thomas, - Where's your daddy, sucker?
— Howard...
— I said...
there was a whistle. Before Thomas even had time to think, the sword was at the throat of this very Howard.
— Let the boy go.
— Okay, okay, put your swing away, - Howard released Thomas and went ahead, - Come on, woman...
— Shut up, scum... - John went after Howard.
— Follow me, so you still admit that you are a woman, - the man laughed.
— You could use a self—preservation instinct, you bastard.