In the heart of the devastated city of Thunder, nothing could be seen but destruction and blazing fires. Wooden houses lay in ruins, burned and broken. The vast, mountainous land stretched beyond the city, cracked and shattered as if a war had raged here.
The violent wind howled. A terrifying silence enveloped the area, as if the world itself had been abandoned. The sky was blue, while thick smoke rose slowly, and sparks of fire drifted upward.
Suddenly—a clash! A violent impact echoed. Kazuma, our hero, regained his balance and stood to the left, on solid rocky ground. In his right hand, he held his glowing blue sword, clutching it as if it were his last hope. His left hand gripped his left eye, trembling as if on the verge of bursting, his teeth clenched tightly in pain.
His silver hair whipped violently in the wind. His sleek orange combat uniform and flowing black cloak danced with the storm.
His eyes were relatively sharp, his eyebrows slightly thick. His face was oval but bore sharp angles at the cheeks and jaw. His nose was straight and of medium size, and his lips were thin. His body was lean and flexible.
On a large, cracked rock to the right stood Jin, eighteen years old, with messy, shiny black hair and eyes narrowed like knives, their irises crimson. His face was thin with sharp angles, faint lines appearing on his forehead. His nose was slightly straight, and his cheeks were tight. He rested his left foot on the edge of the rock, clad entirely in black, radiating authority.
Jin extended his right hand forward.
Kazuma (lifting his head steadily, his right eye silver while the left bore a deep vertical scar, speaking calmly):
"Brother… Jin, I've finally come to settle things with you."
Jin (smiling faintly, his eyes radiating hatred):
"Step aside… Kazuma. Let me achieve the peace I have dreamed of."
Kazuma (coldly and firmly):
"Peace… you speak of peace… after slaughtering our parents and annihilating our entire clan… and you still dare to speak of it?"
Jin (narrowing his eyes with a scowl):
"You'll understand soon why I did it."
Kazuma (in a terrifying tone):
"Don't forget… you destroyed my life… dragged me into an endless darkness… you are the cause of it all, brother."
Jin (extending his left hand seriously):
"You started it all, Kazuma… that brutal war that destroyed everything… you were the spark… your life was never truly your own—it was orchestrated."
Kazuma (narrowing his eyes):
"I no longer care about anything… finally… I will take my revenge."
Jin (lowering his head):
"Peace is the only hope left for this world… I beg you, stop. Let us end this conflict before we regret it."
Kazuma (clenching his left fist):
"I am not seeking survival… I am ready to sacrifice everything—I will not let you dominate this world in the name of peace."
Jin (raising his left arm, in a hoarse voice):
"Then I will end the era of battles… and begin the era of Jin!"
Kazuma placed his left hand in his pocket and set his sword on the ground. He drew a forehead guard bearing his clan's symbol—a white lion on a black background.
He slowly strapped it to his forehead, his hair and cloak fluttering in the wind.
Kazuma (closing his eyes as he fastened the guard):
"I am… a warrior. Sacrifice for this world is an honor… and if I die—I will die with pride."
He opened his eyes slowly and raised his sword in his right hand as if it were an extension of himself.
His left eye turned blue, a black three-headed shuriken symbol glowing in its center.
Kazuma (firmly):
"Shuriken Ultimate."
On the other side—
Jin's eyes shifted from red to yellow with brown pupils, marked with a symbol of three black swords.
Jin (coldly composed):
"Kagura Shin."
His left arm armored with solid brown stone from shoulder to fist.
Jin (calmly):
"I will kill you before it's too late… you are a threat to what remains of this world."
Jin leapt like a meteor from the sky. Kazuma charged forward like a blazing star.
Jin swung his armored arm forward—
Kazuma aimed his sword straight ahead.
Kazuma:
"This… is my story."
The camera rose from the ground—the world utterly destroyed and burning. Flames devoured everything. Smoke choked the sky.
Then we return to the present events.
The sky was clear.
Kazuma, now only twelve years old and 156 cm tall, wearing his orange combat suit, stood on a high mountain rock, staring at the sky, f
ists clenched tightly.
Kazuma:
"Jin… I swear, one day… I will have my revenge."