"Every idea… can become a weapon.
But some ideas are born as weapons from the very beginning."
Before he became a shadow, before mastering the power of imagination, Sajibro was a reader.
He never slept without sailing through books. Fantastical tales were his nourishment, words were his blades, and pages were his shields. His true world was never outside… but within the stories no one else could understand.
And among everything he read, there was one book he never let go of. Faded black leather, letters etched in an ancient script:
The Millennium Weapons.
The book spoke of mythical arms, each with a soul and a will of its own, resonating with its wielder, changing shape according to intent. Some could only be used once in a lifetime. Others… would not allow themselves to be touched unless the bearer's heart was pure.
Back then, he did not know this book would become the cornerstone of his powers.
After mastering the power of Infinite Imagination, Sajibro no longer needed ore, fire, or hammer.
He needed only one thing:
Faith in what he imagined.
He began with a single concept:
An armor that never breaks, never betrays, never weighs down the body, and preserves memory within it.
He named it: The Millennium Armor.
Then came the weapons.
A sword forged of condensed light.
A spear born of silence.
A bow that struck probabilities rather than targets.
Each weapon was born of a memory… and of a buried feeling within his heart.
But his true strength was not merely in creation—
It was in the way every weapon he forged, he loved as if it were alive.
Then came the day he finally descended into the Kingdom of Shadows.
It was not the kingdom he once imagined… but ruins, a wasteland of nameless phantoms, voices wandering with no owner. Shadows were there… but without purpose, without a master.
He hungered.
He grew weary.
Yet his eyes remained unyielding.
As he walked through an ancient alley, he came across a boy. He looked neither rich nor poor—only strangely pure.
The boy held a piece of bread and some dried figs. Quietly, he approached and offered the food without a word.
Sajibro accepted, then sat beside him.
The boy spoke softly:
"You're a stranger."
For the first time in months, Sajibro smiled and replied:
"And you… are kind."
A gentle silence lingered.
Then Sajibro asked:
"What's your name?"
The boy answered:
"Raizen. And you?"
Sajibro fell silent, offering no reply.
Before he could continue, another boy appeared from behind the wall, waving shyly with a childlike gesture.
Raizen said:
"That's my friend… Musayoki."
End of Chapter Fifty-Six.