The clang of steel and the roar of a thousand men echoed across the battlefield, a symphony of destruction that shook the very foundations of the kingdom.
High above, within the fortified stone walls of the royal keep, the queen lay on a bed of silk, her face pale with exhaustion.
She had just given birth as the siege raged on.
She clutched a tiny form wrapped in crimson cloth, a new life born amidst the chaos of death.
The air was thick with the scent of fear, but in her eyes, there was only fierce, unwavering love for the child in her arms.
Just as the tremors of battle reached the keep’s inner sanctum, the doors burst open.
It was the king, his armor dented and streaked with blood, his sword still in hand.
He was a force of nature, a mountain of a man who had broken through the enemy lines to return to his queen.
His helmet was of, his face a mask of triumph and concern.
He strode to the bed, his heavy boots silent on the marble floor.
He knelt beside the queen, his gaze falling upon the child.
The infant stirred, its tiny hands grasping for the air.
The king gently lifted the baby, his massive hands dwarfing the small body.
As he looked into the child’s eyes, a profound sense of destiny filled the room, overpowering the distant sounds of war.
A smile, full of both love and ruthless ambition, spread across his face.
“You’re my world’s best creation,” he declared, his voice a low rumble that promised conquest.
“No one can defeat you.
Conquer the whole world, my son.” The words were not just a blessing; they were a prophecy, a command etched into the very essence of the child’s soul.
He held the future of his kingdom—and perhaps the world—in his arms.
😉 PAGE 2 The polished chrome of a luxury sports car gleamed under the showroom lights, a testament to Haru Ryūzaki’s success.
Yet, the sleek perfection of his business was in stark contrast to the strained conversation happening within it.
“Sora,” Haru said, his voice calm but firm.
He ran a hand over the hood of a scarlet convertible.
“You’re 22 now.
It’s time to take on some responsibility.
You should get a job, or at least come work with me here.” Sora, leaning against a glass wall, didn’t even look at his older brother.
He was scrolling through his phone, a dismissive smile on his face.
“Why?
You’re here, aren’t you?” he replied, his tone laced with nonchalant arrogance.
“You earned me a good life, a house, and our parents..
What else do I need?
Twenty-two is for having fun, not for being a workhorse.” Haru’s hand dropped from the car’s surface.
A deep sigh escaped his lips.
“I’m not going to be here forever, Sora.
I can’t always take care of you.”Sora finally looked up from his phone, a flash of annoyance in his eyes.
“Whatever.
Don’t worry about it,” he said, pushing himself off the wall.
“I’ve got plans.” With a final, dismissive wave, he turned on his heel and strode toward the showroom’s sliding glass doors.
Haru watched his younger brother leave, the doors sealing shut with a soft hiss behind him.
The noise of the city returned, but inside Haru’s heart, a heavy silence settled.
He was a successful man, a respected businessman, but he couldn’t get through to the person he cared about most.
He was alone with the shining, empty trophies of his success.
😉 PAGE 3 The quiet of the middle of the night was a fragile thing, shattered instantly by the shrill ringing of Haru’s phone.
He fumbled for it on his nightstand, the bright screen a sudden, unwelcome intrusion.
He answered, his voice groggy.
“Hello?” “Haru!
It’s me.
Something’s happened,” his father’s voice, Hiroshi Ryūzaki, came through, thick with panic.
Haru sat bolt upright, all sleep gone.
“Dad?
What’s wrong?
Is it Sora?” “He’s not picking up his phone, Haru!
Your mother…
She’s crying.
She found a note in his room.” Hiroshi’s voice broke, and the faint sound of his mother’s sobs could be heard in the background.
Haru’s heart sank.
He knew this was the consequence of their earlier conversation.
“What did it say?” he asked, his voice steady despite the dread coiling in his gut.
“It says…
‘I’m going to live alone.
I don’t need my older brother.
I’ll show him I can do it alone.'” A flash of fierce determination ignited in Haru’s eyes.
The note wasn’t a cry for help; it was a reckless challenge.
“Don’t worry, Dad.
I’ll find him,” he said, his voice now a low promise.
“Just take a deep breath and go back to bed.
I’ll call you as soon as I do.” He hung up without waiting for a reply.
In a moment, he was dressed, his keys were in his hand, and he was out the door.
The garage door rumbled open, and the sleek, black car he had admired earlier in his showroom now felt like a tool for a mission.
He slid into the driver’s seat, the leather cool beneath his touch.
The engine roared to life, a powerful, angry sound that cut through the silent night as he pulled out onto the empty streets, a man on a hunt for his foolish younger brother.
😉 PAGE 4 The black car sliced through the deserted streets, its headlights cutting through the darkness like two searching eyes.
But Haru Ryūzaki’s mind wasn’t on the road; it was miles away, pulled back into the past by the memory of his uncle, Takeshi.
Takeshi had been more than just an uncle; he was a mentor, a father figure, a man whose kindness was only matched by his immense strength of character.
He had always been a guiding force for both Haru and his brother, a model of responsibility and grace.
But after he passed away, a strange sadness had settled over Sora.
Tocope, he had thrown himself into a new life of friends and parties, mistaking carelessness for freedom, a way of running from the pain rather than moving on.
Haru’s thoughts crystallized into a single, vivid memory.
The sun was setting over a nearby river, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple.
Haru and Takeshi were sitting on a bench, a quiet moment between a busy day.
Sora had just run off to a nearby vending machine to get some cold drinks.
“Haru,” Takeshi had said, his voice soft but filled with the weight of experience.
“He has a pure heart.
A shy one, but pure.
Make sure you’re always with him to show him the right way.” The image dissolved, and Haru was back in the car, the roar of the engine a stark contrast to the quiet of his memory.
He gripped the steering wheel, a new understanding settling in his mind.
He had been looking for Sora in all the wrong places, searching for a troublemaker in a city full of them.
But his brother wasn’t just running away from him; he was running toward something—or someone.
A sudden, powerful realization hit him.
The date.
Today wasn’t just another day; it was his uncle’s birthday.
Sora, lost and grieving, wouldn’t be in a bar or a friend’s house.
He would be at the only place he felt safe.
Before leaving town, before truly cutting ties, Sora would go to visit the only person who truly understood him.
He would go to their uncle’s grave.
Haru’s foot pressed down on the gas pedal.
His destination was no longer a mystery.
He had a place to go and a promise to keep.
😉 PAGE 5 The cemetery was a quiet place under the pale moonlight, a city of stone sleeping beneath the stars.
Haru parked his car a short distance away, its engine a silent memory, and moved on foot.
He followed the path he had walked countless times, past rows of tombstones, until he saw them.
Sora was kneeling by their uncle’s grave, a small bouquet of fresh flowers in his hand, and next to him was a girl, her head bowed.
Haru took a few soft steps, his feet barely making a sound on the gravel path.
He crept up behind them, the silence amplifying their shared grief.
Then, he reached out and gently tapped both of them on the shoulder at the same time.
The two of them jumped, letting out mufled, comical yelps of surprise as they spun around to face him.
Haru’s gaze softened as he saw them, but he held on to his tough exterior.
He took each of their hands in his, his grip firm.
“Did you two think you could just disappear?
Do you have any idea how worried everyone was?” he scolded, but the anger in his voice was already melting into concern.
Tears welled up in Sora’s eyes, and his shoulders began to shake.
“You’re always the best at everything,” he sobbed, his voice cracking.
“You’re always right.
But I’m not like you.
I’m not perfect at anything.
No one likes me because I’m useless.” Haru’s own eyes welled up with tears.
He squeezed his brother’s hand tighter.
“You think…
you think I’m better than you?” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
“I’m not.
You’re the one who is always better than me.
You make mistakes, but you learn from them and you grow.
You just don’t notice it because you keep running away fromresponsibility.
You’re a work in progress, Sora, but you’re not useless.
You have a pure heart, and you have to be proud of that.” Sora looked up at him, his face streaked with tears.
The girl next to them watched silently, her own eyes glistening.
Haru wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, a small, tired smile on his face.
“Let’s go.
I’m starving,” he said, turning to head back to the car.
“And you, too,” he added, looking at the girl.
“Sora, your girlfriend probably hasn’t eaten either.
I’ll get you both something.” Sora’s tears instantly stopped, replaced by a deep blush that spread across his face.
He quickly looked from the girl to Haru, stammering out a denial.
But the damage was done.
The air had been cleared, and the three of them began to walk toward the car, a small family unit reunited under the stars.
😉 PAGE 6 The morning sun poured through the wide showroom windows, casting a warm, hopeful glow on the cars.
But the light wasn’t just on the polished metal; it was on Sora Ryūzaki.
With a seriousness Haru hadn’t seen in years, Sora listened, absorbed every word, and eagerly took notes.
His eyes, once full of reckless abandon, now held a focused glint, a mirror of the determination that had defined their uncle.
Haru felt a warmth spread through his chest.
He was finally getting through to his brother.
He was finally a good role model.
A quiet smile touched Haru’s lips as he looked over the busy showroom.
The new life, the new Sora, was a testament to his promise.
I’ve completed my promise, Uncle, he thought to himself.
He’s on the right path now.
He excused himself to get a drink from a nearby convenience store.
The city air was bustling, a stark contrast to the quiet focus of the showroom.
As he neared the store, a voice cried out from a nearby alley.
He turned and saw a man, his face contorted with malice, pressing a knife against the throat of a young woman.
The woman’s face was white with terror.
It was Kasumi.
Without a second thought, the calm, responsible businessman became a desperate guardian.
“Hey!
Leave her alone!” he yelled, and charged forward.
He slammed into the robber, knocking him away from Kasumi.
But the man was quick, and with a feral snarl, he plunged the knife deep into Haru’s side.
A searing pain, like a brand, shot through his body.
He stumbled back, a gasp escaping his lips as his hand flew to the wound, now gushing with blood.
The robber smiled, the knife still in his hand.
But Haru, with a surge of adrenaline and a final, desperate act of will, pulled the blade from his own flesh and thrust it into the man’s chest.
The robber crumpled to the ground, his life fading as quickly as the light in his eyes.
Haru felt the world begin to spin.
He looked at Kasumi, her face a mask of shock and horror, and forced a weak smile.
“Go home,” he whispered, pushing her away.
“Go to Sora.
Tell him I’m sorry…” He stumbled back toward the street, his vision blurring.
He needed a hospital.
He needed help.
But the world was already fading to a dull roar.
The headlights of a truckrounded the corner, a massive, unyielding beast hurtling through the night.
There was a deafening sound of metal and glass, a final, crushing blow.
Haru Ryūzaki’s life, a story of quiet success and selfless love, ended on a cold street, his blood spilling onto the asphalt, a promise fulfilled, and a destiny now ready to begin.
😉 PAGE 7 The abyss was not silent.
It began with a low, rhythmic sound—the steady drip of life retreating into the cold pavement.
At the center of the deserted crossroads, two figures lay broken under the flickering glow of the streetlights.
One man was slumped against a vending machine, his body a map of jagged, mortal wounds.
This was Haru.
Despite the steel that had pierced him, his face bore no trace of agony.
Instead, he looked like a man who had finally finished a long, dificult race.
He died with the quiet, heavy stillness of a hero who had achieved his purpose—leaving the world without a single lingering regret.
A few inches away, the other man lay sprawled across the asphalt.
His fingers were still white-knuckled, frozen in a desperate grip around a necklace.
A blade remained buried deep in his chest, a cruel reminder of the suddenness of the end.
Unlike Haru, his face was a mask of pure, startled horror.
He had been stolen from life before he was ready, his eyes wide with the realization that his time had run out.
Two lives ended that night.
One left in peace; the other left in pieces.
But as their blood mingled on the dark street, the soul of the hero was already drifting toward a new beginning.
😉 PAGE 8 They say that death is the end, but in the realm of myth, life simply begins to flow along its original path.
There is no finality—only the flow of a pure, infinite beginning.
Far beyond the borders of known reality lies a universe where the laws of physics are replaced by infinite fantasy.
On a planet tucked within this mystical realm, the air hums with a pure, flowing energy.
Deep within a jungle of gargantuan trees, life moves like a waking dream.
Silver-bodied impalas with diamond eyes drink from a magnificent waterfall, their coats shimmering in a world that feels untouched by the darkness of the “previous” life.
At the very summit of that thundering waterfall, a legend was waking up.
The dragon was a masterpiece of nature: a serpent-like body covered in Azure blue scales, two massive wings, and golden horns that pierced the mist.
Curled atop his head, a tiny lizard of the same sky-blue hue slept soundly.
A stray leaf drifted onto the dragon’s snout, triggering a violent sneeze.
The lizard was sent flying, landing directly over the dragon’s eyes.
The dragon froze.
The last thing he remembered was the cold asphalt and the fading roar of a truck.
Now, he felt the weight of wings and the power of a predator.
Panicked by the strange sensation, he began to shake his head wildly to throw the tiny creature of.”Stop!
Stop shaking!” the lizard cried out, its voice high and hurried as it clung to the dragon’s scales with an iron-like grip.
The dragon stopped, panting, his giant eyes focusing on the small blue creature.
The lizard pufed out its chest, looking up at its massive companion with frantic loyalty.
“Listen to me!
I am your Soul-Bonded Subordinate!” The dragon stared.
😉 PAGE 9 The dragon stared at the tiny blue lizard, his mind a foggy void.
He couldn’t remember the names of the people he once loved or the faces of his family, but his body remembered how to survive.
It remembered the weight of a blade and the lethal rhythm of a battlefield.
He looked down at his new, massive claws.
He felt an immense, terrifying power thrumming in his veins—enough to conquer this entire “infinite fantasy” universe.
Yet, as the lizard continued to shout about “soul-bonded duty,” the dragon felt a much stronger urge: the urge to take a nap.
“Master!
Are you listening?” the lizard shrieked, waving its tiny arms.
“The world is in chaos!
The high races are at each other’s throats!
Dragons, Oni, Goblins—they all seek the throne!
You must ascend!” The dragon let out a long, smoky sigh.
‘Ascend?
That sounds like a lot of work,’ he thought, his golden eyes drooping with lazy apathy.
He had the skills to end any war with a single stroke of a katana, but right now, the moss on this waterfall felt much more inviting than a throne.
He shifted his weight, and for a moment, the air around him shimmered.
His serpent body condensed, his azure scales pulling inward until a 7-foot-tall man stood where the dragon had been.
He was built like a mountain of lean muscle, his skin bronzed and his eyes glowing with a piercing, royal blue light.
The lizard fell silent, awestruck by the sheer pressure radiating from the man’s new form.
The man looked at his hands, then at the horizon.
He didn’t care about the “Eternal War” or the “King’s Prophecy”.
He just wanted a quiet life.
But as his hand instinctively moved to where a blade should be, a flicker of his old honor sparked.
If people were going to submit to him, he would protect them—even if he complained the whole time.
“Fine,” the man rumbled, his voice like deep thunder.
“You’re my subordinate.
That means you find the food while I sleep.
Understood?” 😉 PAGE 10 The air around the waterfall suddenly grew heavy with the scent of ancient incense and cold stone.
The azure-eyed man tilted his head, his survival instincts—the sharp, lethal remnants of his past life—vibrating under his skin.
“Master!
Look!” the lizard squeaked, hiding behind the man’s heel.
Beneath the thundering falls, the mountain itself seemed to groan.
A hidden seal, etched in glowing cyan runes, cracked open to reveal a path into a silent, forgotten abyss.
The man sighed, his apathy warring with his curiosity.
‘Another long walk?
I just got used to standing on two legs.’ But he moved.
His 7-foot frame carried a natural, predatory grace as he entered the tomb.
In the center of the crystalline chamber, bathed in a soft, golden light, sat a woman who looked like she was made of moonlight and stardust.
This was Emiko.
She sat motionless, her magnificent white robes spilling across the floor like a frozen river of silk.
As the man approached, her eyes—the color of ancient jade—fluttered open.
A pulse of pure magical energy rippled through the tomb, making the dragon-soul within him roar in recognition.
Emiko stood slowly, her movements as fluid as water.
She looked at the giant man in his primitive leaf-garb, and then at the tiny blue lizard.
A small, knowing smile touched her lips.
“The Lord has returned,” she whispered, her voice like the chime of silver bells.
“I have slept for ten thousand years waiting for My Lord…
only to find him looking like a common forest wanderer.” The man scratched the back of his head, his expression one of pure, comedic boredom.
“Ten thousand years?
That’s a lot of nap time.
I’m actually kind of jealous.” Emiko blinked, her divine dignity momentarily shattered by his sheer apathy.
Then, she knelt, her long white hair pooling around her.
“My life, my magic, and my loyalty belong to you, my husband.
Lead me, and I shall burn your enemies to ash.” The man looked at the lizard, then at the beautiful goddess kneeling before him.
‘Wives?
Armies?
I really just wanted to find a nice tree to sleep under,’ he thought.
But as he looked at Emiko, a sense of honor—deep and unshakable—took root.
He couldn’t leave her here.
“Fine,” he rumbled.
“But if we’re going somewhere, you’re carrying the lizard.
😉 PAGE 11 Emiko stood within the shimmering light of the tomb, her white hair flowing like a silken waterfall.
She explained her past—how her people had ofered her up to a silent “Heavenly Empress” to save their village from famine and plague.
But the god had never answered.
The village had turned to dust, and she had remained, a forgotten ofering breathing the pure energy of the world until it became her very soul: the Phoenix Breath.
“I waited for a god,” she whispered, her jade eyes fixed on the 7-foot man.
“But I was found by a Monster.”The man leaned against a crystal pillar, his expression one of bored amusement.
“Well, gods are overrated.
They’re too busy to care.
I’m just here because the lizard won’t stop screaming.” Despite his lazy tone, the dragon-soul within him respected her.
She was a wife who brought grace and ancient power, not a soldier.
He decided then that his wives would be protected, while his subordinates would handle the “symphony of destruction” that seemed to follow him.
“Master!
We have company!” the little lizard chirped, pointing toward the jungle entrance.
A young man, roughly twenty years old, emerged from the thick brush.
He was dressed in rugged furs, his body lean and scarred from years of hunting bandits and beasts.
This was Sora.
He carried himself with a desperate, wild edge—the look of someone who had survived alone in a world of eternal war.
Sora froze as he saw the 7-foot giant with glowing azure eyes and the divine woman beside him.
His hand went to the rusted blade at his hip, but his survival instincts screamed at him to stop.
The pressure coming from the giant was unlike anything he had ever felt.
The protagonist looked at the boy.
He didn’t remember his own brother, but seeing this wild, abandoned youth stirred a familiar feeling in his chest—a sense of responsibility he couldn’t quite name.
“Master, he’s a bandit-hunter,” the lizard whispered.
“Strong, but a bit…
unrefined.” The dragon-man yawned.
“He looks like he needs a job.
And I need someone to carry my stuf.” Sora stared at the giant, then slowly lowered his weapon.
Without knowing why, he felt a magnetic pull toward this man, as if his soul recognized a master worth following.
He knelt, bowing his head to the dirt.
“I have no home.
If you have power…
I give you my life.
😉 PAGE 12 The roar of the waterfall provided a constant, rhythmic white noise that should have been perfect for a nap.
Instead, the man—the Dragon in human skin—found himself watching a scene of absolute chaos.
Sora, the young bandit-hunter, was trying desperately to prove his worth.
He had lunged into the brush, emerging moments later with a silver-furred impala over his shoulders.
“For the Master’s feast!” he grunted, slamming the beast down with the pride of a survivor who knew the value of meat in a world of eternal war.
Emiko approached the kill with the grace of a celestial being.
She didn’t use a knife.
Instead, she inhaled deeply, her chest glowing with a faint, warm light.
As she exhaled, a stream of golden mist—the Phoenix Breath—enveloped the meat.
In seconds, the scent of perfectly seared venison filled the clearing.
“My Lord,” she said, kneeling and ofering the first choice of the meal to the man.
“It is unrefined, but it will sustain your vessel.” The man looked at the meat, then at the wide-eyed Sora, then at the tiny blue lizard who was currently trying to sharpen a twig as if it were a spear.
He felt a headache forming.
In his past life, he managed a luxury showroom; here, he was managing a goddess, a wild orphan, and a lizard.
“I just wanted a Booze,” the man muttered, taking a piece of the meat with a lazy sigh.
“Master!
We must move!” the lizard shouted, jumping onto his shoulder.
“The energy from the Queen’s tomb being opened will draw every high-race monster for a hundred miles!” The man chewed slowly, his azure eyes tracking a bird in the sky.
“Let them come.
Walking sounds like a lot of efort.
If they want to fight, they can come to the waterfall.
At least here, the view is nice.” Sora’s hand gripped his rusted blade, his knuckles white.
He didn’t understand how someone so powerful could be so…
indiferent.
But as he looked at the man’s relaxed posture, he saw the lethal stillness of a predator.
The man wasn’t lazy because he was weak; he was lazy because nothing in this world had earned his efort yet.
“Eat, kid,” the man said, tossing a portion of meat to Sora.
“You look like you haven’t slept since the cataclysm.
If you’re going to be my ‘Subordinate,’ you’re no use to me if you faint from hunger.” Sora caught the meat, stunned by the casual kindness.
He realized then that being a “Subordinate” to the Monster was going to be the strangest experience of his life.
PAGE 13 The fire crackled, the smell of seared meat still lingering in the humid jungle air.
The man—the Dragon—had just closed his eyes for a well-earned nap when the “heavy silence” he had once felt in a city showroom was replaced by a sharp, metallic tang in the air.
His eyes snapped open.
He didn’t remember his past life’s names, but his body remembered the “scent of fear” and the sound of steel sliding against leather.
“Master!
Movement in the canopy!” the lizard hissed, diving into the man’s leaf-skirt for safety.Sora was on his feet instantly.
He drew his rusted, notched blade, his eyes scanning the trees with the frantic energy of an “abandoned child” who had fought bandits his whole life.
“Stay back, Master!
I’ll handle these scavengers!” From the shadows of the giant trees, three figures dropped.
They weren’t human.
They were Goblins—gnarled, green-skinned creatures with jagged daggers and eyes full of “malice”.
They had been tracking Sora’s kill, but their greedy gazes immediately locked onto Emiko and her glowing white robes.
Sora charged.
He was fast, but unrefined.
He swung his blade with a “reckless challenge,” echoing the way he had once lived his life.
He managed to parry one strike, but the other two Goblins moved to flank him, their daggers aimed for his throat.
The man watched from his seated position, his expression one of pure, comedic apathy.
‘I just sat down,’ he thought with a sigh.
‘Why is everything so loud?’ But as a Goblin lunged toward the kneeling Emiko, the man’s hand moved.
It was a blur—a “force of nature” movement that defied his lazy posture.
He didn’t have a katana yet, so he simply flicked a small, sharp stone he had been playing with.
The stone whistled through the air, hitting the lead Goblin’s dagger with enough force to shatter the metal and send the creature tumbling backward into the waterfall.
Sora froze.
The Goblins froze.
Even Emiko looked up, her jade eyes shimmering with “fierce love” and respect for her husband’s hidden power.
“You’re sloppy, Sora,” the man rumbled, his voice like deep thunder.
He didn’t stand up.
He just pointed a lazy finger at the remaining Goblins.
“Your stance is too high.
You’re fighting like you want to die.
If you’re going to be my subordinate, start fighting like you want to live to see the next meal.” The remaining Goblins, sensing the overwhelming “ruthless ambition” radiating from the 7-foot giant, shrieked in terror and vanished into the brush.
Sora looked at his rusted sword, then at the man who had saved him without even standing up.
“Teach me,” he whispered, his voice “thick with emotion” as he knelt before the Monster.
The man groaned, pulling his leaf-skirt tighter and laying back down.
“Tomorrow.
Learning takes efort.
Efort takes energy.
And I am currently out of both.
😉 PAGE 14 The night deepened, and the “heavy silence” of the jungle was no longer threatening, but protective.
Sora sat by the dying embers of the fire, his eyes fixed on the man who had efortlessly dispatched a threat while barely waking from a slumber.
“Master,” Sora spoke softly, his voice lacking its earlier “nonchalant arrogance”.
“You said I fight like I want to die.
How did you know?” The man didn’t open his eyes.
He lay with his head pillowed on a mossy root, the tiny blue lizard curled into a ball on his chest.
“Because I’ve seen it before,” he rumbled.
“People who run toward blades because they think they have nothing to lose.
You’re an ‘abandoned child’—you think your life is a ‘reckless challenge’.
But in this world, ‘Just one more try’ isn’t just a phrase.
It’s a responsibility.”Sora bowed his head, the words hitting him with the weight of a “mentor’s” truth.
He didn’t realize that the soul inside the giant was a man who had spent his first life trying to guide a brother exactly like him.
Emiko moved silently toward the man, her white robes shimmering like a “living dream” in the moonlight.
She knelt beside him, her hands glowing with a soft, azure light.
With a gentle touch, she began to weave the air energy around his 7-foot frame, stitching together a set of robes from the very “pure energy” of the forest.
“You cannot wander this world in leaves, my Lord,” she whispered, her jade eyes full of “unwavering love”.
The dragon-man opened one eye.
“Is it comfortable?
If it’s itchy, I’m going back to the leaves.” Emiko smiled, a sound like “silver bells”.
“It is made of the Phoenix Breath.
It will move with you like water and protect you like dragon-scale.” As the new robes formed—jet black with azure trim, matching the “World Class” warrior he was destined to be—the man sat up.
He looked at Sora, then at the “Tomb Beauty” who had claimed him as a husband.
“Fine,” he said, his “comedic apathy” momentarily replaced by a “mask of triumph”.
“If we’re going to do this, we do it right.
Sora, tomorrow we will find you a real blade.
Emiko, find us a path that doesn’t involve too much climbing.
I’m still tired.” The lizard woke up, letting out a tiny, triumphant chirp.
The “Symphony of Destruction” was coming for them, but for tonight, the Dragon had found his first “family” in a world of monsters.
😉 PAGE 15 As the first light of a foreign sun began to pierce the jungle canopy, the transformation was complete.
Emiko stepped back, her breath hitching as she looked upon her husband.
Using the Phoenix Breath, she had woven the very essence of the forest’s pure energy into a garment worthy of a Lord.
The man stood 7 feet tall, his presence now commandingly regal.
He wore a high-collared, midnight-black trench coat that seemed to swallow the shadows.
Intricate azure embroidery, swirling like dragon scales, ran along the cufs and hem, glowing faintly when he moved.
Underneath, a dark vest sat tight against his powerful frame, held by a belt with a silver dragon-head buckle.
His long, dark hair fell messily around his sharp features, and his azure eyes burned with a calm, lazy intensity.
“It’s…
heavy,” he muttered, adjusting the collar with a bored flick of his wrist.
“But at least I don’t look like a bush anymore.” Sora looked up from the fire, his eyes wide with awe.
“Master…
you look like a King.” The man yawned, the sound echoing off the waterfall.
“Kings have to do paperwork, Sora.
I’m just a traveler who wants a better chair than a tree root.” He looked toward the edge of the jungle, where a faint trail led toward the lowlands.
“The lizard says there’s a village called ‘Mud’ nearby.
Let’s go.
I’m told they have actual beds there.” With the divine Emiko at his side and the wild Sora trailing behind him as his sword-hand, the man took his first steps out of the wilderness.
He didn’t know yet thathe would soon discard the name ‘Haru’ forever, or that this small village of Goblins would become the cornerstone of an empire.
This is a Seinen-level Dark Fantasy intended for mature audiences.
JP: 本作には、過激な暴力描写とブラックユーモアが含まれています (This work contains extreme violence and black humor).
It is sharp like a katana, but as unpredictable as a dragon’s whim.
KR: 압도적인 액션과 상상을 초월하는 코미디의 조화 (A harmony of overwhelming action and beyond-imagination comedy).
성인 전용 하드코어 판타지임을 알립니다.
THE VERDICT: Read only if you can handle the “noise” of the cosmos.
Discretion is advised for the weak-hearted.
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