Let's talk about a certain young girl.
The young girl was born as the only daughter of a poor hunter and lived in a remote region of the Asura Kingdom.
Her father was a half-blood elf.
Her mother was a human with just a bit of beast race blood mixed in and was once a slave to an Asura noble.
Both of them were kind and raised the young girl, pouring their love onto her.
From a glance, you would see nothing but a happy child.
However, her hair was emerald green.
Her hair was putting her life out of order.
Emerald green hair.
According to one passage, the closer a Magic race's hair is to green the more violent it is said to be.
Once upon a time, a race that shook all other races with fear—the Supard Race—had green hair as well.
And then, there's a theory that the one who led the Supard race—the Demon God Laplace—had green hair as well.
The young girl wasn't a Magic Race.
However, a head full of emerald green hair made people afraid.
A detested color.
Even though that's the case, a young girl is still a young girl.
The past is the past.
The abundant Asura is far from the Magic Continent, there are few with radical ideas of rejecting the Magic Race.[1]
The young girl’s hair and both of her parents were completely unrelated to the Magic Race. The green hair was due to a mutation.
First they were surprised and looked at it with eyes of wonder, and then they gradually accepted it.
But, the ones that accepted it were limited to just the adults.
After the young girl began to walk around outside alone, she was attacked.
She was ostracized and had mud balls thrown at her while being called an evil Magic Race because of her emerald green hair.
The young girl always passed her time in constant fear and occasionally cried.
She didn't understand why children of her age would always try to hurt her.
Her mother looked upon her with pity. She cut her daughter's hair short and stitched pants that made running away easier.
Her father talked with the parents of the other children, petitioning for them to not target his daughter.
However, it couldn't resolve the fundamental problem.
Every time the young girl journeyed outside, she was targeted.
To the children, it was just a game.
Beating up the lone child with a different colored hair.
Gathering their strength together to defeat the demon. It was that sort of game.
However, that wasn't the case for the young girl.
The children came after her holding evil intent, throwing mud balls and occasionally stones.
If she were to run, they would pursue and catch up to her.
If she tried to resist, she would be hit, kicked, and subjected to painful things.
The adults warned them.
For a period of time the attacks stopped, but soon after they began again in places where the adults couldn't see.
The young girl felt hopeless in the world.
She thought that other than her parents, she had no other friends.
She couldn't change the color of her hair.
She couldn't do anything.
She had no choice but to live with her head hung low, trying not to stand out.