He strode in, cast a glance at the child swaddled in cloth. Unlike newborns who cried incessantly from birth, this infant was unnervingly quiet. Under his pale skin, purple veins were visible, making him seem especially fragile.,He glanced out the window at the maple leaves, burning red like flames, as alluring and scorching as the techniques most desired by the Kamo clan. He turned his head away without a word.,A normal child can use sight from birth, sensing the world in the most direct way possible.。