The Legendary Master looked at Takashi, his ancient eyes shimmering with a heavy, nostalgic light as if the centuries-old memories were playing out vividly before him. FWOOSH.
The cold wind outside the wooden cabin seemed to echo his sorrow as he began recounting a time, many decades ago, when he traveled to the Shizukami Land the West Land. It was an era entirely consumed by the devastating ruins of war, where two overwhelmingly powerful nations constantly tore each other apart in an endless, meaningless bloodbath.
The Master spoke of his own past, revealing that six hundred years ago, he had fought a catastrophic battle against his own friend. That friend had fallen into absolute darkness, becoming the Yorishiro of the terrifying Black Dragon.
RUMBLE.
The Master had exhausted so much raw power in that apocalyptic clash that he fell into a deep slumber for a hundred and fifty years. When he finally awoke, the world had irrevocably changed, and within the next fifty years, the prophesied great destruction descended upon humanity.
It was too late to save them. The apocalyptic fallout caused eighty percent of the human population to completely lose their power, leaving them helpless and weak. The remaining twenty percent, blinded by an insatiable hunger for dominance, plunged the surviving world into constant, bloody wars where true peace could never last
. Disgusted by humanity's inability to learn from its own ashes, the Master chose a life of absolute isolation, living in the shadows for decades so no one would discover his true existence.
But fate had a different plan. During those brutal wars in the West Land, far from the central battlefield, the Master stumbled upon a violently broken, twenty-year-old warrior.
DRIP... DRIP...
It was Hayato, Takashi's father, lying in the dirt on the absolute brink of death. The Master simply could not bring himself to leave the young man to rot, so he carried him back to his secluded cave and channeled his ancient Shin-Noa to heal the fatal wounds.
When Hayato awoke, his heart was completely disgusted by the cruelty of the world, refusing to trust anyone or anything. But his sharp instincts immediately recognized that his savior was no ordinary mortal; a man wielding six-hundred-year-old Shiritsu was an impossible myth in that era.
CLENCH.
Driven by a desperate thirst for strength, the stubborn War Demon relentlessly clung to the Master, outright refusing to leave the cave until the old man finally surrendered and accepted him as his disciple.
For two grueling years, Hayato endured brutal training while the outside world firmly believed he was dead or missing. The Master watched in absolute awe as he taught the boy ancient Shiritsu and exponentially increased his physical strength.
Hayato was incredibly hardworking, fiercely stubborn, surprisingly mischievous, and possessed a terrifyingly deep wisdom. Because he was the heir to an overwhelmingly powerful clan, his raw energy reserves were virtually limitless.
Normally, an elite S-Rank warrior would completely drain their entire life force just attempting a single ancient Shiritsu, rendering them useless in combat. But Hayato absorbed the teachings effortlessly. The Master had lost hope over the centuries, failing to find a successor capable of carrying his ancient knowledge before the inevitable return of the Black Dragon and its Yorishiro.
CRACK.
Finding Hayato completely restored his faith that the world could be saved from the impending, repeated apocalypse.
Deep inside Takashi’s soul, The Legendary Divine Spirit Wolf listened quietly to every word, its previous rage completely dissolving.
The Master revealed that he was the one who taught Hayato the rare Black Box sealing Shiritsu a technique that compresses massive entities or objects into a microscopic cube that can be unlocked at will.
Because the Master personally knew all seven Divine Legendary Spirits, the Wolf finally understood the absolute truth behind its binding and calmed its ancient fury.
The Master then looked into Takashi's hollow eyes and gently asked what he remembered of his past. The boy sitting before him was a five-year-old who had survived an entire year completely alone in the pitch-black abyss of the Grand Forest of Monsters
. HISS.
It was a domain of pure death where even the greatest SSS-Rank Shin Warriors would tremble in absolute terror, yet Takashi had roamed it as if it were his own backyard.
Because the terrifying aura of the Wolf repelled every monster, the boy slept peacefully in the dirt without needing to hide. Driven by starving desperation, Takashi had consumed every unknown, glowing fruit and toxic plant he could find in the dark underbrush.
Unbeknownst to them both, the Wolf’s relentless regeneration power had violently neutralized every fatal toxin, forcibly evolving Takashi's blood to a state completely immune to any poison in existence.
Looking into the boy's dead, emotionless eyes devoid of fear, hope, or life the Master's six-hundred-year-old soul ached. He realized that the six-year-old's year of absolute torment felt heavier than his own centuries of grief, a cruel reminder that those who wish good upon the world only receive suffering in return.
Takashi couldn't even remember his clan’s name; the faces of his doting aunts, uncles, and his fiercely devoted little wife, Aira, had faded into blurry shadows.
The only things permanently carved into Takashi's bones were the cold cruelty of humanity, his father's final agonizing words, and a bloodthirsty vow to slaughter his father's killer. He didn't even know he was a Shizukami; to his family, he was just 'Takashi', and to the world, he was a cursed demon.
The Master felt a profound wave of relief, knowing the boy's ignorance of his royal heritage, combined with Hayato's final lessons, would make his path forward much clearer.
Looking at the shifting horizon, the Master’s instincts screamed of the impending cosmic doom waiting in the shadows. He knew that six years ago, Takashi’s birth had released a staggering Z+ Rank pressure that undoubtedly rippled across universes.
RUMBLE.
This monumental surge of power surely awakened ancient, horrific creatures’ entities of Z and Z+ Rank or higher that had lain dormant in the system for thousands of years, entirely forgotten by humanity.
In the old world, an SSS-Rank warrior was a common sight, but now, finding even a single S-Rank was a miracle. The modern era was ruled by a corrupt twenty percent who would instantly turn into mindless beasts if they acquired true power.
Knowing the fragile, blood-soaked state of the world, the Master made an absolute, unyielding decision: he would never send Takashi back to that venomous society.
When Takashi quietly asked if anyone from his past was still alive, the Master delivered a flawless, necessary lie. "No one is left," he said firmly, ensuring the boy wouldn't stubbornly try to return to a family he didn't know was still breathing.
"I am your grandpa, and you are my grandson. You are a commoner now, and that is the only truth." Takashi, remembering nothing but his vow of revenge, accepted this new reality without a single tear.
"Rest well tonight," the Master commanded softly. "Tomorrow, your true training begins." It would be a hellish, unprecedented journey learning six-hundred-year-old Shiritsu that would instantly shatter a modern SSS-Rank elite.
The boy had saved the world simply by being born, and now he had to be forged into the ultimate weapon to save it again from the Black Dragon and the ancient system horrors.
Completely unaware of his baby brother's existence or his family's survival, the boy dropped the Shizukami name forever.
Due to the Wolf's profound regeneration, the sealing, and the binding, his physical appearance had beautifully and completely transformed. With pure white hair, striking clear blue eyes, and a newly forged identity, he was now simply Takashi.
A brand-new life, and an unimaginably brutal destiny, waited for him at dawn.
Tomorrow...
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