Prologue: Pickpocketed the wrong man

 In a certain back alley of a certain slum, there was a 7 year old boy, his hair was snow white, although dirtied from sleeping on the ground. He was very skinny and wearing ragged clothes. Currently his breathing was very ragged. His name is Curo.

That was the name given to him by the old beggars that took care of him since he was a baby. He was an abandoned child. He was born with snow white hair and blood red pupils. His meridians were also weaker than average, so his parents abandoned him shortly after birth.

The beggars took him in and raised him. When he was 5, the beggars died due to having been an eyesore to a noble, who was just passing by and in a foul mood. Curo was left alone in this world. He soon started relying on his small stature to pickpocket and steal from the stall. Today was the same kind of day as always for him but he picked the wrong man to pickpocket. He saw a man who was in the later stages of his life and decided to make him his target today but to his misfortune, he was caught in the act.

Getting caught didn't happen often but it did occasionally and usually those people didn't chase him far after he ran. This old man was different, he had been on the run for atleast an hour but every time he thought he was in the clear, the old man would pop out of nowhere, forcing him to run again. Curo was out of strength already and was sitting in the back alley with his back against the wall. "Oho, are you finally out of energy? The young thieves now a days sure can run fast and long." The man said with a smile, mockery however was evident in his tone.

Curo grit his teeth and stood up with his back straight, waiting for this to end. He knew that sooner or later when he gets caught, he would die. He made up his mind long ago to die while standing. "Hoo, are you still thinking of running or did you give up and decide to beg for your life?" The man said in a sarcastic voice. It had been a long time since someone tried to steal from him and such a young boy was a first for him. He wanted to see, how far could this little boy go. Curo looked the man straight in the eyes and said, "I'd rather die on my feet than live my life on my knees, so if you want to kill me, do it." The man was startled, he had never expected to hear such an answer from a boy like him. Interest flashed in his eyes and he made his move. All Curo saw was a blur and as he felt his conciousness starting to slip away.

"Now you have died, when you wake up you will be born a new." That was the last thing Curo heard before he completely lost consciousness.