What kind of person is Togawa Fuuki?
This question is actually not rigorous, because to fully analyze a person, one must survey all his experiences from birth to the present. And the identity of [Togawa Fuuki] cannot encompass the entirety of the young man.
A person is the sum of all social relations. Fuuki's future is now closely intertwined with the Togawa Family, and various prominent figures in Japan have also heard of his existence.
The heir of a Venetian noble family, a rising star in theology... such resounding, empty titles all became appendages of [Togawa] in their eyes, and they privately praised the late Mizuho for her unique foresight.
However, only half a year had passed since the young man accepted the surname [Togawa] and officially moved into the main family's residence. And his transformation of his former surname [Pucci] into [Fuuki] as his given name is a remembrance of his life of more than a decade up to now.
Returning to the initial question: What kind of person is Enrico Pucci in this world?
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Golden morning light streamed through the window, dispelling the dimness in the room.
A few rays of light gently fell on the young man's tired face, like warm, fragmented gold.
The warmth caused his long eyelashes to tremble slightly, like a butterfly's wings just awakening. Immediately, he frowned uncomfortably, struggling to open his eyes in the light and shadow.
Gray, an endless expanse of gray.
What met Fuuki's eyes was a faded world.
He could still recognize that this was his bedroom, the residence converted from Togawa Kiyotsugu's office study.
Fuuki subconsciously began to observe his surroundings, but found that his body was in a state similar to "sleep paralysis," unable to move, and even unable to make a sound.
Not only that, he realized that all his senses were affected in some way: his eyes could not distinguish colors, his body could not perceive its surroundings, his ears could not hear sounds, and his sense of smell could not detect odors. He couldn't even perform the simplest actions, not even a slight movement of his eyeballs.
A sudden unease rose in his heart, and Fuuki subconsciously wanted to summon White Snake, but immediately felt a tearing, excruciating pain from the depths of his soul.
Ever since Fuuki discovered the special nature of the meteorite fragment, he had been burning his mental energy.
Planning, setting traps, controlling the situation, dealing with strong enemies... the tense and intensive actions kept his mind and body constantly fatigued, and the continuous activation of his Stand ability without regard for consequences completely drained the last bit of mental energy from his brain, leading to exhaustion and unconsciousness.
Fuuki's body was still in its growth phase, and his Stand had just undergone a transformation. While such excessive use of Stand ability could quickly accumulate experience and tap into potential, it might cause permanent damage to his psyche, leaving irreversible negative consequences.
Pain, an overwhelming pain, spread through his soul.
And with the return of some senses, this pain became clearer and more deeply etched.
A sharp ringing exploded deep in his mind, as if billions of red-hot steel needles were wildly stirring, instantly piercing every fragile nerve.
Each heartbeat was like a blunt hammer heavily striking his temples, bringing waves of burning, dull pain within his skull; each faint visual focus brought more intense dizziness, and what he saw was no longer the faded ceiling, but countless shattered, distorted light spots spinning madly.
Each breath tugged at his stiff torso, as if tightly bound by invisible chains, and a chilling ache seeped from his bones; each faint struggle of consciousness only led to the steel needles piercing deeper and more viciously, completely dragging the young man's slightly returning consciousness into the abyss of pain.
The extreme pain caused Fuuki to experience a hallucination, as if he had entered someone's dream.
He was in a turbulent ocean, being washed and swept by endless waves. Cloud masses in the sky changed shape menacingly, rushing towards the end of the sky with the sweeping wind. A huge, burning orb of light, trailing a dazzling tail, streaked across the dome, and the change of day and night followed its movement.
Fuuki found that he seemed to have seen such an apocalyptic scene, and before he could ponder its origin, he was swallowed by a giant wave.
The icy seawater, like liquid lead, instantly filled his ear canals. The sounds of the world were brutally cut off, leaving only the dull rush of blood within his skull, colliding with boundless silence.
Silence, like a heavy shroud, tightly wrapped around his sinking soul.
The young man used all his remaining strength to reach out and grasp at the swaying, rapidly receding pale halo above him.
A thought fiercely pierced his chaotic consciousness: if he sank, it would all be over.
The pursuit of worldly truth, the memories of his deceased family, the obsession with an unfulfilled Heaven... and the loneliness of walking alone, never having someone who understood him.
Everything that constituted 'him' would be devoured and dissolved by this lightless abyss, leaving not even a trace of his existence.
'Is this the price of walking alone?'
Fuuki's gaze gradually unfocused, and he could no longer feel the burning pain.
Just as his consciousness was about to be completely swallowed, a pair of slender hands appeared within the floating fragmented light, enveloping and tightly grasping the young man's hand... Togawa Fuuki, or perhaps Enrico Pucci in his youth, had never truly had someone to confide in. Even his parents who raised him, and his sister who grew up with him, had never truly entered his inner world.
Enrico had a sense of [missing something] since birth, as if the world he was in was incomplete. But day after day, the world continued to operate normally, all things in heaven and earth moved along their own trajectories, and the people around him felt no disharmony whatsoever.
He did not think this was his imagination, so he devoted himself to the field of theology that had brought glory to his family, attempting to find answers there.
Enrico's behavior, like a seeker of truth, attracted the attention of his family. Although his parents did not know when their child had developed an interest in theology, they still expressed understanding and support; his young sister Perla, though she could not understand the books he read daily, still loved her brother who always took care of and accompanied her.
The townspeople also did not find the young man's choice strange; instead, they rejoiced that this excellent boy had embarked on the path of serving the Lord.
The person who truly understood Enrico's heart still had not appeared, but he was already content.
His studies at the seminary went smoothly, and Enrico became the most outstanding and devout believer in the eyes of his teachers and students. After learning about the young man's background and experiences, the old president of the academy even recommended him to study further in London.
In London, Enrico met many excellent believers and lecturers, and his presence was seen in classrooms of various research directions. This excellent seeker of truth did not refuse the friendly conversations and invitations from his classmates, but no one had ever truly walked alongside him.
It was destiny that Enrico would walk this journey of exploration alone.
Perhaps one day in the future, when he ascends to a higher hall, when he travels all over the world to find that missing part, he will resolve his inner turmoil and experience the beautiful scenery he missed on this solitary journey.
Until that night two years ago, Enrico lost everything.
Since then, only the distant [Heaven] remained in the young man's heart.
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The morning light was faint, and the sheer curtain, thin as gauze, fluttered in the breeze, casting swaying light and shadows in the room.
By the bed, Wakaba Mutsumi sat like a doll. Her light green hair, like new spring willows steeped in the morning light, fell smoothly over her shoulders. Her face was exquisitely breathtaking, truly a precious masterpiece meticulously carved by a skilled craftsman.
Only now, the girl's face was filled with a frozen dread.
The young man had been unconscious for several days, and his brows, even in his coma, remained unrelaxed, bearing the etched marks of pain, his lips pressed into a pale line.
That night, she followed the address in the text message and found the hidden room in the lower level of the mansion. When she exerted all her strength to pull the lever hidden in the wall, the opened iron door revealed a cruel scene.
The huge impact forcibly awakened her dormant consciousness, and her memory became fragmented when a blue-glowing disc flew towards her.
Many things seemed to have happened afterward; the Togawa Family was in chaos.
Sakiko uncharacteristically stepped forward to arrange the handling of the basement situation. Although many instructions were crude and simple, the young lady's sudden assertiveness and confidence made the servants in the mansion see the shadow of the late Mizuho.
Later, Sakiko had a dispute with the head of the Togawa Family, who had rushed to take charge, over some matters. Ultimately, Sakiko was defeated and asked to return to her bedroom to rest.
And Mutsumi had stayed by Fuuki's side ever since.
The girl looked at his pained expression, her thoughts gradually becoming muddled.
There were many things she wanted to know, many things she wanted to ask.
And... Mutsumi hesitated, reaching out to gently touch Fuuki's tense hand, feeling a chill.
A moment later, she tried to extend her other hand, enveloping and tightly grasping the young man's hand.
Outside the window, birds chirped clearly.
Togawa Fuuki suddenly opened his eyes.
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