The house was quiet. Too quiet.
Yujiro Hanma sat in his favorite leather chair, a glass of untouched wine on the table beside him. His crimson hair was wild as ever, his eyes half-lidded, staring out the wide window at the darkening sky. Muscles—scarred, tensed, absolute—rippled under his shirt as he breathed slowly.
It was peaceful.
Too peaceful.
He leaned back, elbows resting on the armrests, and exhaled sharply through his nose. Boredom. It was the only thing strong enough to make his skin itch these days.
"I've crushed every fighter who dared step into my path…" he muttered, voice low and rumbling. "And governments? Heh. They kneel before I even raise my hand."
He scoffed, lips curling into a crooked grin. There was no joy in that smile. No challenge. Just emptiness.
He'd fought the strongest martial artists. Wrestled beasts. Broken tanks. Made warships turn around with a glare. Even nations had signed peace treaties just to avoid his wrath. And now, the world... was silent. Too small. Too weak.
"Damn," he whispered to himself. "Nobody left to push me."
Yujiro stood up and walked across the room. Every step carried the weight of a mountain, but the floor didn't dare creak. He stopped, looked at the black-and-white photo of a past opponent—crushed under his fist—and sighed.
"It's not fun if they break after one punch."
He walked back to the chair, settled into it with a grunt, and closed his eyes. "Maybe I'll take a nap..."
The darkness of sleep welcomed him. But what came next wasn't rest.
It was something… different.
Yujiro found himself standing. He looked down.
No floor.
He looked around.
No walls, no sky, just… nothing. A void—endless, pure white emptiness.
"The hell is this?" he muttered, his voice echoing strangely.
Suddenly, a presence surged behind him.
He turned fast—ready to strike—but paused.
Before him stood a being so radiant, so overwhelming, even Yujiro raised an eyebrow. The figure was tall, clad in flowing robes that shimmered like starlight. Its eyes glowed gold, hair like liquid light, and its very presence bent the space around it like heat.
"Hello, strong one," the being said, its voice calm, deep, and strangely warm.
Yujiro tensed, surprised. He looked around again. "What the hell is this place? Who are you?"
The being chuckled softly, folding its hands behind its back.
"I am Veldanava," it said. "The god who created the world… and everything in it."
Yujiro squinted, his brow furrowing. "A god?" He looked the figure up and down. "You don't look like much."
Another light chuckle from Veldanava. "You're as bold as I expected."
Yujiro crossed his arms. "If this is a dream, I'm about to punch my way out of it."
"This is no dream," Veldanava replied. "But it is not yet reality either. It's… the space between."
Yujiro didn't respond. He just stared, skeptical and ready.
"I've been watching you, Yujiro Hanma," the god continued. "You are… truly one of a kind. A being who transcended all human limits with no help—no magic, no skills, just raw, terrifying power."
Yujiro smirked. "So you're a fan."
"I am… impressed," Veldanava said sincerely. "In your world, there is no one left who can challenge you. And you know it."
Yujiro's smirk faded.
"But today," the god said, voice becoming more serious, "is your lucky day."
Veldanava raised one hand, and the empty space around them shimmered with flashes of color, images of dragons, demon lords, floating cities, and colossal beasts clashing.
"There exists another world," he said. "A world filled with magic, skills, monsters, and beings capable of rewriting reality. A world where strength isn't everything... but it matters more than anything."
Yujiro's eyes narrowed, watching the swirling images. "A place where I can finally fight for real?"
Veldanava nodded. "Yes. You will find challenges there worthy of your attention. Demon Lords with cosmic power. Beings who rule entire realms with a thought."
The Ogre's eyes gleamed with interest for the first time in years. "Heh… now you're speaking my language."
"As this world is based on magic and skill systems," Veldanava said, "I will allow you to choose any powers or abilities to aid your rebirth."
Yujiro frowned. His voice turned cold. "I don't need any magic. That's for cowards who need something to hide behind."
The god tilted his head. "Even if they possess powers beyond comprehension?"
Yujiro's tone never changed. "Let them bring their magic, their spells, their flashy names. I'll crush it all with my fists."
Veldanava smiled. "I thought you'd say that."
He lifted his hand again, and a pulse of energy surged into Yujiro's body.
"You will receive one gift. A skill not born of this world. One I created just for you."
Yujiro felt his body thrum with power. His muscles tensed, his senses sharpened. His heartbeat echoed like thunder.
Primordial Dominance
A skill that allows the user to bend natural laws through sheer willpower. Reality yields to his desire for supremacy. Gravity, space, and magic can be broken through brute force. Skills can be overwhelmed by killing intent alone.
Yujiro grunted. "Now that... sounds like me."
"This skill is not unique," Veldanava added. "Nor is it ultimate. It is something else entirely. It is you."
Yujiro flexed his hand, watching small sparks twist around his fingers—then shatter as he clenched his fist. "Tch. This body… it's something else."
Veldanava floated closer. "I believe you will find what you seek in the world of Tensura. There, you will be known not as a man… but as a force."
Yujiro's smirk returned, wider this time.
"Good," he said. "Let them come. I'll teach those Demon Lords what real power feels like."
"Then go," Veldanava whispered, as the world around them began to shine. "The Ogre Reborn… your story begins now."
Light exploded from every direction, and Yujiro Hanma vanished into it—laughing like a devil finally freed.
The sound of wind rustling through thick canopies greeted him before his eyes even opened.
Yujiro Hanma stirred.
He felt weightless, not because he had lost strength, but because the gravity here bowed to him, as if the very laws of nature recognized his dominance. As his eyelids slowly parted, his crimson irises reflected a vibrant forest stretching endlessly around him. Towering trees, ancient and gnarled, reached toward the sky like titans petrified in prayer. The air was crisp—sharper, cleaner, and somehow alive.
He stood slowly, barefoot on the soft earth, then clenched his fists. His body still bore the unmistakable form of the Ogre of the Hanma bloodline—veins like steel cables, muscles like carved mountains, and an aura so dense the wind hesitated to brush past him.
"Heh... I'm still me," he muttered, looking at his hand. "No tricks. No reincarnation gimmicks. Just raw, untouched power… only stronger."
He began walking, the ground slightly shaking with each step. It wasn't that he was heavy—he just didn't bother being gentle. Trees parted slightly as if aware of the monster that had awakened among them. Birds silenced. Insects vanished. Even the smallest vibrations in the dirt suggested that everything around him had gone into hiding.
"This world…" he said under his breath, "...it knows how to respect a predator."
Despite the peace, he didn't relax. His senses were heightened—he could hear water dripping from mossy rocks miles away, smell beasts hidden beneath foliage, feel every heartbeat within a hundred meters. The forest was teeming with life, yet none dared approach.
Until something did.
A low growl.
Not far ahead, trees trembled before snapping apart like twigs. A massive bear, coated in dark, thorny fur, emerged. It stood twice his height, with arms like tree trunks and claws that shimmered unnaturally. Its eyes locked onto Yujiro—not in fear, but in challenge.
Yujiro's lips curled into a grin. His blood stirred. Finally.
"Oh?" he chuckled, stepping forward. "You're not running."
The bear roared, shaking birds from the trees and tearing apart the silence that had lingered in Yujiro's presence.
"Good," Yujiro whispered, cracking his neck. "Let's see what this world has to offer."
Without hesitation, the beast lunged, its claws aiming to slice him in half. Its speed was monstrous—but Yujiro didn't flinch. He stepped slightly to the left, barely moving, and the bear's claw sliced through empty air, splitting a tree behind him in half.
"Too slow."
Yujiro's fist buried itself into the bear's ribcage like a cannonball. There was a sound like thunder wrapped in bones. The bear was launched sideways, crashing through three trees before tumbling into a boulder, cracking it in half.
The bear gasped, wheezing as it struggled to get up. But it did. Despite the crushed ribs, it stood again, blood dripping from its mouth. Its will hadn't broken. It roared once more.
Yujiro's smile widened.
"You're still standing. I like you."
He walked toward the beast casually, as if strolling through a park. The bear charged once more, but this time Yujiro caught its claw mid-swing.
He didn't punch.
He squeezed.
The bones cracked slowly under his grip, like dry twigs underfoot. The bear tried to pull away, but it was hopeless. Yujiro lifted it with one hand, its massive frame writhing helplessly.
"Power means nothing if it breaks on contact," he said coldly. "Survival requires more."
With a brutal motion, he slammed the bear into the ground, then again. The shockwave knocked nearby trees down like dominoes. The forest trembled. Then… silence.
The bear didn't rise this time.
Yujiro exhaled and stood still for a moment, glancing toward the sky where clouds had begun to darken—almost as if the world was reacting to him.
"Not bad... for a warm-up," he said, wiping his hand clean on his pants. "If the animals are this bold, I wonder how strong the humans are... the monsters... the Demon Lords."
He turned and kept walking, not once looking back at the broken body behind him.
In the distance, something watched. A presence older than the forest itself. Its breath paused. Its instincts screamed to flee—but its curiosity kept it rooted.
Yujiro's journey in Tensura had begun—and the world would never be the same again.