Ancient times
Two centuries before the present wars, before the fall of the Demon Tower or the rise of the Ashen Wrath, the continent of Eidolon was suffocating under the grip of a single tyrant—Gimori, the God-Blessed King of Cruelty. At three hundred years old, he sat atop the five thrones of Eidolon's major nations, manipulating kings like pawns and civilians like livestock. His rule was absolute, enforced through a cursed, divine gift: the Aku no Eye—the Eye of Evil.
Said to have been granted to him by the gods themselves, this eye bent the laws of nature to his will. Reality crumbled under his gaze. He could twist time, regenerate limbs, even resurrect himself from death. His enemies never truly died; they were enslaved in endless torment under his mental dominion. Hope was a myth. Freedom was heresy.
But in the slums of eastern Zamora, on April 27th, a candle was lit in the overwhelming darkness.
His name: Titanus Sarutobi.
He was born with white hair, piercing blue eyes, and a body too frail to carry the burdens of fate—but fate would choose him regardless. His life began in tragedy, and it only worsened. His father, once a respected scholar, was executed by Gimori's enforcers on baseless accusations of treason. Titanus was a child then—too young to understand injustice but old enough to feel its sting.
Now, at sixteen, he worked long hours as a servant in the royal sector, slaving under men who treated him like trash, all to earn a few measly coins. Twelve hours a day. No breaks. No food. No dignity.
His mother—frail, sick, and drowning in grief—was his only anchor. Titanus spent every earned coin on medicine and bread crusts, on whispered prayers to absent gods.
One day, with no money left and his mother's condition worsened, he stole medicine from the market. He was caught.
Publicly beaten. Tortured. Humiliated. The guards broke three of his ribs and dragged him through the dirt like a criminal. Children laughed. Elders turned their faces. He limped home, bruised and bloodied.
But what awaited him was worse.
His mother... gone.
Knife in hand. Throat slit.
A suicide note, soaked in blood and ink, lay beside her:
> "I am sorry, my son. I cannot live in a world where your suffering is our only future. Forgive me."
Titanus didn't scream. He couldn't.
The walls were thin. The neighbors were traitors in waiting. Any sound would lead to arrest—or worse. So instead, Titanus dropped to his knees, eyes trembling, and wept silently.
He clenched the blood-stained note in his fist.
That night, a new wrath was born.
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The next morning, dazed and broken, Titanus took a shortcut to avoid being late to work again. The path led through the eerie Kaigen Forest, where mist never lifted and silence was too loud. As he walked, howls began to echo.
Then they drew closer.
Wolves. Dozens.
White fangs flashed through bushes. Claws scraped against bark. Titanus broke into a sprint, lungs burning, but the forest offered no mercy. Vines tangled his feet, and he fell—rolling, sliding—right into a hidden lake below.
The fall winded him. The water embraced him like a tomb.
He screamed, but the lake swallowed his voice.
Darkness consumed him.
And then—a voice.
Warm. Radiant. Divine.
> God: "Make your wish."
Titanus's soul trembled. "A wish...?"
He coughed under the water, consciousness fading.
> "If I were to make any wish… I would wish for the power to kill Gimori… and liberate these lands."
His body sank. His heart stopped. The world faded...
Then—a burst of light.
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Titanus rose—no longer drowning, but levitating above the lake.
His eyes flared gold, his wounds vanished, and in his right hand, a weapon forged from divine power shimmered into existence: the Titan Blade—the first Legendary Blade.
> God: "Your wish has been granted."
Wings of pure light burst from Titanus's back. His hair shone like celestial fire. His body surged with overwhelming strength, cleansed and resurrected.
The lake beneath him transformed.
Rotting trees blossomed with emerald leaves.
The water cleared, glowing sky-blue.
Even the starving wolves were not forsaken—they transformed, their fur now glowing white, eyes golden like Titanus's, and wings sprouting from their backs.
He named them Jiyū and Jundo—Freedom and Justice.
> Titanus: "At last… freedom shall be ours. For mother. For father. For all who were slain by him…
FOR EIDOLON!"
His voice shook the heavens.
The lake would come to be known as the Great Lake of Eidolon.
The boy who almost drowned was now Eidolon's destined liberator.
The war to end tyranny had begun.
The dark halls of Gimori's obsidian palace quaked as a figure cloaked in silver light stepped forward. His eyes, fierce and noble, glared through the smoke and shadows. In his right hand—rested across his shoulder—was the fabled Titan Blade, still glowing from battles past.
Titanus had come.
Gimori sat atop his twisted throne of skulls and shattered blades. His eye—the infamous Aku no Eye—glowed ominously. Behind him, soldiers, generals, and beasts waited for a command.
Gimori chuckled, lips curling with amusement.
Gimori: "Well this is new. What's with the sword, kid?"
Titanus didn't answer immediately. He raised his chin and spoke with unwavering conviction.
Titanus: "I am here to end your reign."
Gimori's amusement turned to sharp laughter, echoing across the chamber.
Gimori: "You're challenging me?!"
Titanus: "Yes. I challenge you to a formal duel."
The palace fell silent.
Then, Gimori waved his hand. "Kill him."
Dozens of warriors lunged at Titanus, weapons raised and fury ignited.
But Titanus... moved like thunder.
His blade cleaved through air, armor, and aura. One slash—five bodies fell. Another—ten more gone.
Crimson arcs painted the room, and within moments, the floor was littered with the fallen. Those who survived either fled in terror or dropped their weapons, paralyzed by the Titan's wrath.
Titanus: "I do not seek to kill your servants. I want you."
Gimori rose, slow and unbothered. His rusted blade shimmered black.
The Aku no Eye activated—corrupt flames surging through the blade's steel, reshaping it into a monstrous new weapon.
Demonic runes slithered across it.
Gimori: "This... shall be called the Demon Blade. The second Legendary Blade ever created."
It pulsed with foul energy—powerful, but no match for the Titan Blade.
And so, the gods wept as their battle began.
The two clashed, the shockwaves splitting canyons and shattering skies. Mountains crumbled. Oceans trembled. The very world bent under the weight of their power.
What began in one nation... spread to all five.
The Battle for Eidolon had begun.
For months, they fought.
Across wastelands and cities, volcanoes and glaciers. Entire civilizations fled as their duels leveled kingdoms. But something strange happened—Gimori's own soldiers turned against him, tired of his tyranny.
Even the cursed ones rebelled.
They bombarded him with poisons, weapons, and energy.
Weakened, Gimori fell to one knee. Titanus stood ready to strike the final blow—
But two figures descended from the heavens: glowing, timeless, and divine.
Jiyū and Jundo.
Their voices echoed like thunder across eternity.
Jiyū: "This must not end in blood..."
Jundo: "...but in balance."
They clashed hands, releasing a colossal seal of divine law. A mountain erupted from the earth, slamming onto Gimori's weakened body and burying him deep beneath its roots.
He was sealed. Not slain.
The world sighed.
Titanus had won.
He became the Hero of Eidolon, honored not for his sword, but for his unwavering heart.
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Aftermath
New leaders were chosen across the Five Nations. Titanus refused the throne. Instead, he traveled, training the next generation of protectors.
At the age of 97, Titanus passed peacefully.
At his funeral, over 80 million people came to mourn the hero who gave them peace. In his honor, two great academies were founded:
Sarutobi Academy in Akira City
Red Crest Academy in Kingston City
His children, Red and Crest Sarutobi, led these institutions alongside their mother Sutekina, and were entrusted with continuing his legacy.
Together with Jiyū and Jundo, they forged 11 new blades—inspired by the Titan Blade, but vastly weaker—each infused with a fraction of its divine essence.
These became the Legendary Blades, each entrusted to a clan of warriors who would develop powerful Legendary Arts and unique clan symbols to match the nature of their blade:
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The 11 Legendary Clans:
1. Shishiroma Clan – Flame Blade 🔥
2. Senshi Clan – Frost Blade ❄️
3. Tengu Clan – Galaxy Blade 🌌
4. Wind-Fang Clan – Wind Blade 🌪️
5. Mizu Clan – Hydro Blade 🌊
6. Kunehane Clan – Shadow Blade 🌑
7. Terra Clan – Geo Blade ⛰️
8. Vines Clan – Vine Blade 🌿
9. Inazuma Clan – Thunder Blade ⚡
10. Aku no Clan – Demon Blade (Gimori's now-dying bloodline) 😈
11. (Titan Blade – sealed in the Afterlife) ⚔️
Each clan developed unique Legendary Arts—sacred techniques, battle styles, and rituals of their blade.