Kaishiro had always lived his life in the shadows of others. Struggling with his weight and a face he deemed "ugly," he was the constant target of ridicule. His own family a cruel brother and a spiteful sister treated him like a stain on their reputation. At school, the bullying was relentless; he was the punching bag for thugs, often with his own siblings watching or joining in.
The only warmth in his cold world was his grandfather. His grandfather's house was his only sanctuary, a place where he wasn't "the fat kid," but just Kaishiro.
One evening, while walking home with a heavy heart, Kaishiro saw four thugs cornering a girl named Yumi. Despite his trembling knees and the fear paralyzing his chest, Kaishiro couldn't walk away. He tried to intervene, but his weakness was no match for their numbers. They beat him mercilessly before leaving him bleeding on the pavement. Yumi offered a quick, whispered "Thank you" before disappearing into the night, leaving Kaishiro alone with his pain.
The Breaking Point
A few days later, the fragile thread holding Kaishiro's world together snapped. His grandfather passed away.
Consugmed by a mixture of agonizing grief and a white-hot rage he had never felt before, Kaishiro retreated to his grandfather's old store-room. As he kicked at the dusty floor in frustration, he noticed something impossible: a hidden door, partially concealed by old crates.
With a shaking hand, he pushed it open. He didn't find a wall or a closet. He found a gateway.
Stepping through, Kaishiro gasped. He was standing in another world. Before him lay a breathtaking garden filled with ethereal, glowing flowers. But the beauty was short-lived. A low growl vibrated through the air, and the very ground beneath his feet began to tremble.
From the depths of a dense, dark jungle ahead, a massive Crimson Monster charged toward him, its eyes locked on his soul. Kaishiro scrambled back, but as the beast reached the edge of the garden, it slammed into an invisible barrier. The garden was protected by ancient magic.
The God-Slaying Spear
As Kaishiro watched the monster clawing at the air in a frenzy, a small, swirling black hole tore open in the space before him. From the void emerged a weapon that pulsed with a terrifying, divine energy—the Magical Spear, forged by the God of that realm.
The spear floated toward him, its shaft humming as if recognizing its new master. Kaishiro gripped the weapon. In that moment, the fear that had defined his entire life vanished, replaced by an instinctual power.
Without a second thought, he lunged. He hurled the spear with a strength he didn't know he possessed. The weapon cut through the air like a lightning bolt, piercing the Crimson Monster's chest with a sickening crunch. The beast collapsed, dead before it hit the ground.
Kaishiro stood in the silence of the magical garden, staring at his hands. He was no longer the weak boy everyone looked down on. He was something else entirely.