Absolutely...
Absolutely, strange sounds were coming from a mansion deep in the heart of the mountainous valleys.
These are the sounds of work. These are the sounds of a master, working on his masterpiece. These were the sounds of the creature, known by someone as "The Lord".
This was the holder of the manison, Fumetsumi Yamishiro.
Though, in fact, this wasn't his real name...
He was a terribly thin and tall man with extremely long dark hair. With enormous dark circles under his widely-opened eyes, sitting with his feet on a chair, he rose above the desk so much that it seems he's about to fall on his own creation.
- "A little bit... Almost there"
He had a very rare defect known as ocular albinism: due to low melanin, his eyes were purple. Such eyes aren't a myth, and they were often considered as a sign of demonic possession.
Who is he? The word "scientist" fits here the best, but he thinks that his studies are far beyond this word.
Now, it's almost 3 AM, and with screeching noise he writes the results of this experiment he made about 10 mintues ago.
- "Very, very interesting..."
Such style of life made him look like an anthropomorphic monster. He was born in the manison about 24 years ago, and was raised without any parents.
Fumetsumi's mother died during his birth, and because of this, his father lost his mind, and died 7 years later.
Fumetsumi wasn't a highly gifted person who could make things in the blink of an eye. He only had two natural talents, the main of them being an extreme thirst for knowledge.
Most likely, there are no people more greedy than Fumetsumi. He always wanted as much knowledge and experience as possible. Collecting every piece of information he can get, everyone always thought that he was insane.
But, actually, he had another talent he wasn't aware of: he could analyse things terribly effectively.
When an insenly talanted person draws an art masterpiece on his first attempt, Fumetsumi barely drows a straight line. When an insenly talanted person creates their art for a second time, Fumetsumi already draws simple portraits. When a person is still doing the same for the third attempt, Fumetsumi is on their level.
That is, the power of greediness. Passion cannot beat talent. But when there's a talent for passion, nothing can bypass it.
- "Hm, I guess it is pointless to dig any further. I shall take a rest from my study now. Although, I have one job to do yet...
Without any talents in science, he was very bad at mathematics. He always seen how people are always better than him, even if they didn't have any talent.
Or, at least he thought so.
The time slowly went by... And after that, a noble from the small nation to the West was already above everyone he knew...
He was a good lord and a good noble. Skilled in high etiquette, but prefered to be slightly more vulgar when talking to himself, which he does a lot.
Oh, you might think that Fumetsumi lived somehwere in the very far past, but you'll be surprised that this is happening about 2 millenia after the birth of Christ. What year exactly? Why would you need such information?
...He turned the lever of a strange, almost cog-working machine. It roared and started to twitch...
- "Hm, as always, nothing special, I suppose?"
Himetsuryu looked at the machine with an unsurprised cold gaze and headed towards the door...
!?
He looked down his knees.
The floor was missing.