The morning sun filtered through the small wooden window, casting a warm, gentle glow across the room.
Takashi had slept deeply. For the first time in a year, his exhausted body felt incredibly light.
The suffocating weight of the forest was gone. Many of the invisible chains binding his young mind seemed to have miraculously dissolved in his sleep. His family was gone. There was no home to return to. The face of his father’s killer was completely erased from his shattered memory.
He only knew two things: the killer existed, and he had to take revenge.
Outside, the world was waking up.
The Legendary Master now simply his Grandpa walked in holding a plate of fresh, warm breakfast. Takashi ate quietly, the taste of normal food still feeling foreign on his tongue.
When the boy finished, the Master sat across from him. His ancient eyes studied the six-year-old carefully.
"Takashi," the Master spoke softly. "What is it that you wish to achieve now?"
Silence filled the room.
Takashi stared down at his empty hands. His mind was completely blank. He had no goal. He had no purpose. After enduring unimaginable pain, starvation, and the absolute horrors of the abyss, the mere thought of fighting for revenge made his tiny heart ache.
He remembered his father’s warm smile. He remembered his father’s blood.
Suddenly, the dam broke.
"It’s all my fault..." Takashi whispered, his voice trembling violently.
Tears spilled from his clear blue eyes, dropping onto the wooden floor.
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"It’s all my fault!" he cried out, his voice cracking with pure agony. "The people were right! I am a demon! I am cursed! I am unlucky!"
He clutched his small head, sobbing uncontrollably. "Because of me... my whole family died! My father died! I am sick! I have no power! I don't want a purpose... I don't want to fight! I just want a normal life!"
The words ripped from his throat with excruciating difficulty, as if he had forgotten how to speak properly. He wept with the absolute despair of a broken child who had lost everything.
The Legendary Master sat frozen.
This was a man who had witnessed six hundred years of human atrocities. He had seen empires burn, millions slaughtered, and the world turn to ash. His heart had long turned to solid stone. He hadn't shed a single tear in centuries.
But watching this tiny, fragile six-year-old boy cry with such soul-crushing pain... the stone cracked.
A single, warm tear slipped from the Legendary Master’s eye.
He reached out and pulled the trembling boy into a tight, grounding embrace, offering the silent support of a grandfather.
Hours later, the Master took the first steps to forge Takashi’s new life.
He took the boy to the nearest local branch of the Shiritsu Supreme Council the governing body that managed all affairs of Shin Warriors. There, he registered Takashi as a commoner under a new, untraceable identity.
Next, they walked to the local academy.
The Master didn't stand in line. He walked straight into the Principal's office and placed a heavily sealed, classified Special Letter on the desk. It was a direct mandate from the head of the Supreme Council Branch.
The Principal took one look at the seal, broke into a nervous sweat, and immediately admitted Takashi without daring to ask a single question.
In this new era, local schools and academies didn't just teach reading and writing. They taught the new sciences meant to guide humanity, and most importantly, they taught the absolute basics of Shin-Noa.
In the modern world, children naturally awakened their dormant energy around the age of three or four. The academies tested their affinities, monitored their properties, and taught them how to slowly control their raw power.
At the basic level, power was raw. To advance, a student had to master a specific Property (like fire, water, or earth). Elite clan members inherited these properties naturally. But for the newly awakened commoners the 80% of humanity who had just regained their Shin-Noa they had to develop their properties from scratch.
Most of the world sat at D-Rank or C-Rank.
But in this world, raw power didn't mean everything. True dominance came from Shiritsu the ultimate techniques of control. A warrior with a small pool of Shin-Noa could effortlessly slaughter a stronger opponent if their Shiritsu was perfectly mastered.
The Master wanted Takashi to understand this basic worldly system. He needed the boy to be educated, to read, to write, and to blend in. He couldn't let Takashi become a mindless, illiterate killing machine.
But the Master knew the terrifying truth. Takashi shouldn't even exist.
The ancient prophecy dictated that the Saviour’s vessel would shatter moments after birth, purifying the world with his death. But Hayato Shizukami had defied destiny. He had saved his son.
Takashi had no flaws. His only "flaw" was that he possessed too much power the exact power the greedy world hungered for.
Under the laws of DNA Evolution, a warrior’s intense training and life experiences permanently altered their genetics, passing down specialized traits to their offspring. Takashi was the direct descendant of two SSS-Rank Alpha Clans. His biological potential was apocalyptic.
Since the Day of Salvation, the 80% of commoners who awakened had realized the value of DNA Evolution. Every commoner was now desperately using Shin-Noa in their daily lives, inventing basic techniques, and striving to forge their own legacies so their future generations could form official "Clans."
Despite securing the admission, the Master did not leave Takashi at the academy that day.
He brought the boy straight back to the wooden cabin. There were essential, life-saving basics Takashi needed to learn first.
The boy was a prince who had never been taught how to survive human society. After living like a wild beast in the abyss for a year, thrusting him blindly into a school full of normal, power-hungry children would be disastrous.
The Master analyzed the boy. Takashi was remarkably intelligent. He grasped concepts instantly. He wasn't hasty; he was deeply patient. The horrors he had endured had forged a mind of steel inside a six-year-old body.
"Your first lesson," the Master ordered, his tone shifting from a gentle grandfather to a strict teacher. "Suppress your aura."
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An invisible, heavy pressure constantly leaked from Takashi’s body. It wasn't his own power. It was the terrifying aura of The Legendary Divine Spirit Wolf.
Because of Hayato’s Seal Binding technique, Takashi could forcibly draw upon a fraction of the Wolf's power, even against the beast's will. Most of the Wolf's massive energy was entirely focused on stabilizing Takashi's fragile body, but the fraction Takashi could access was still equivalent to a B-Rank or A-Rank warrior.
For a six-year-old commoner to possess B-Rank power was biologically impossible. Only the elite Alpha heirs possessed such starting strength.
"If you do not master hiding this energy," the Master warned severely, "the world will hunt you. You must become a ghost."
Takashi’s survival depended on absolute secrecy.
He had to remain hidden from the world. He had to remain hidden from his own living bloodline from his Aunt Tsugumi, his mother Ema, and the wife he left behind, Aira. He had to be kept a secret from the three new lives that had just entered the world: his baby brother Arashi Shizukami, Aira's brother Kenshi Kaimetsuza, and his Uncle Jun’s orphaned daughter, Iyashi.
If his family discovered he was alive, they would tear the world apart to take him back. And if that happened, Takashi would instantly become the ultimate target of the world's greed once again. The Master refused to let the boy fall back into that hell.
Far away, in the bustling capital of the East Land.
SWOOSH! CRACK!
A solid stone pillar shattered into dust under a devastating kick.
Aira Shizukami stood panting, her tiny fists wrapped in bandages dripping with sweat. She was the undisputed top student of her academy. Every single day was a cycle of brutal, unforgiving physical training.
Her heart was locked away, guarded by the memory of a single name: Takashi.
But she wasn't just fighting for a ghost anymore. She had a new, absolute purpose. She had to become an impenetrable shield for the three fragile new lives that had become the core of her world.
She looked toward the estate, thinking of the three infants sleeping safely in their cribs: Arashi, Kenshi, and little Iyashi.
I will protect them, Aira vowed, her red eyes flashing dangerously in the sunlight. When you return, Takashi... I will have built a safe world for you.
Meanwhile, in the grand palace of the West Land.
Kazuki Mizushi, the current Supreme Leader, sat proudly on his stolen throne. As the head of the Mizushi Clan a lineage that had heavily mastered the property of Water he believed he was leading the world into a glorious new era of peace.
He was completely, blissfully blind to the strings attached to his limbs.
The shadowy Shinsei Organization was playing him like a cheap instrument. They fed him honeyed lies of a perfect world, and Kazuki, blinded by ambition and greed, swallowed every word.
"We will grant your children the power they rightfully deserve," a Shinsei operative whispered from the shadows of the throne room.
The offer was intoxicating. Shinsei promised to seal the Legendary Divine Spirit Sea Serpent into Kazuki's older twin children: his daughter Yuna Mizushi and his son Yuma Mizushi.
Kazuki's heart raced with euphoric greed. He also had a newborn baby girl, Yomi Mizushi, born at the exact same time as the new heirs of the Shizukami and Kaimetsuza clans.
In his mind, his family was destined to rule the earth forever. The Mizushi Clan would become gods of water and power.
He smiled a wicked, satisfied smile, utterly unaware of the horrific, blood-soaked price the Shinsei Organization would eventually extract from his soul.
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