Chapter One – The Beginning
Once upon a time, in a forgotten region of a forgotten world on the surface of a small planet, this tiny planet was living in an era where technology ruled everything.
In this world, human physical strength had become worthless. Even the strongest and fastest fighters no longer made a difference.
A single bullet from a simple weapon in the hands of a weak person was enough to end the life of the mightiest warriors, no matter their skills or experience.
But… there was one man who refused to submit to this truth.
He refused to accept that his strength—no matter how great—meant nothing in the face of a weapon.
He refused to let fighting become a meaningless performance, where the weaker wins just because he holds a tool.
He refused to have the limits of his power dictated to him.
One day, he thought:
Even if I became the strongest… even if I reached such speed that the human eye couldn't see me… even if my skills surpassed every swordsman in history…
Would someone who never trained a day in his life, who couldn't even walk far, still be able to defeat me just because he holds a gun?!
That thought alone filled him with fire.
Something strange within him began to burn. Every time he thought of the gap between human strength and weapons, he felt a hidden call, an unheard voice…
It wasn't a clear voice, nor a distinct echo.
He didn't know if it was real or imagined, or just a hallucination in his mind…
But he always understood it.
Without words, without letters, there was a meaning sent to him from beyond the borders of reality…
"Become stronger."
That phrase alone was enough to set his heart ablaze.
He never knew where the call came from… Was it from within him? Or from somewhere else?
But he never rejected it… never feared it… in fact, he loved it.
He wanted to respond to it. He wanted to become stronger… not for any specific reason, just because something deep within him told him this was the path.
As if he was born to walk it.
And so, everything began.
But he wasn't an ordinary person.
There were many strange things about him:
First: His name.
No one knew it. Not because he hid it, but because no one ever thought to ask.
When people spoke about him, they didn't feel that anything was missing. They didn't even realize he had no name.
His name… was absent from collective awareness, as if his existence couldn't be fully grasped.
Second: No one knew where he came from.
Nor when he first appeared.
Not even he knew.
Third: Everyone who saw him identified him in their minds with a single word: "Unknown."
And the strangest part? No one found that strange.
As if his missing name was something normal… like the sky being blue, or water being clear.
Fourth: His strength.
From the moment he began to perceive the world around him, he had an odd understanding of combat.
His body wasn't exceptional—it was that of an ordinary teenager.
But when he imagined fighting, when he thought about how to attack and defend, "techniques" would appear in his mind—ones he had never seen or learned before.
One day, a simple question crossed his mind:
"How can a weak teenager kill a man at the peak of physical strength?"
And in a moment of imagination, he constructed an entire technique.
A movement that started from the ground, rose through his body, transferred to his fist, then a precise punch to the throat that would drop the man instantly…
He finished imagining it, thinking it was just fantasy.
But he didn't know the world was about to give him a chance to test it.
On his way home, something unexpected happened.
He unintentionally provoked a muscular man—one who looked exactly like the person he had imagined.
The man didn't give him a chance to explain anything… he lunged at him.
"unknown" ran, just like any frightened teenager would.
But he got trapped in a narrow alley. A wall in front, a wall behind… and the lunatic was coming.
In that moment, he remembered the technique.
And without conscious thought… his body moved on its own.
In a single instant…
The strong attacker collapsed. Dead.
That was the first time something like this had ever happened to him.
And from that day on, he began to understand that every time he invented a technique or developed…
Something would happen that forced him to use it…
As if the world itself conspired to make him test his ability.
And so… he continued on his journey.
Now… in the year 2030, on planet #-!$)96,
In an open field, a young man with an athletic build—not bulky, not thin—stood holding a wooden staff in his hand, repeating a single movement:
"Horizontal slash… from top to bottom."
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– 1582...
"Alright, that's enough to remember parts one and five of the technique."
He is "unknown"
Doing his daily training, where he doesn't just fight… he invents.
Every new movement, every tweak in a technique, is a step toward building his own combat system…
Offense, defense, speed, agility, variety… all embodied in a single man.
"unknown" wasn't just a fighter.
He had become the strongest a human could be.
He finished his training.
He paused to think:
"What kind of food should I eat today?"
Knocks on the door.
– "Who is it?"
– "It's me, uncle."
He opened the door.
A middle-aged man, his hair touched by white, but his features dignified—filled with wisdom and calm.
This was unknown's uncle… the only man who had been there since the moment he gained awareness.
And since a story cannot be told without knowing the beginnings… let's go back a little.