𝙀𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙

𝘼𝙧𝙘 1: 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝘼𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘼𝙧𝙘

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 1: 𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣

Long ago, when the world thrived on a power so advanced it was mistaken for science, humanity called it 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤. 

The masters of that power—𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴—guided the flow of 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢 across the planet. Through their control of life force, they preserved balance, nurtured peace, and ensured prosperity for all living beings.

But peace has always attracted destruction.

From beyond the boundaries of this world, something answered.

They were called demons—though in truth, they were beings from 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. An alien species that discovered a way to tear open the veil between worlds. They came not for conquest, not for land… but for energy.

They 𝘧𝘦𝘥.

Humans. Animals. Forests. Oceans. Every living source became prey.

The skies burned. The earth bled.

To protect the balance of existence, the Wizards united and waged war against the invaders. Spells lit the heavens. Mountains split. Seas evaporated under the force of magic beyond imagination.

But even together…

They could not win.

So they chose one final act.

Pooling the last of their mana, they forged and enchanted a single sword—an elemental vessel capable of commanding the fundamental forces of life itself:

𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦.

𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳.

𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩.

𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘥.

𝘓𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.

The blade was sent into the world, searching for one human capable of enduring its overwhelming power.

And it found him.

That man wielded the sword and plunged into a battle so fierce that the ground turned crimson and rivers ran thick with blood. When the war finally ended and the dimensional rift was sealed, he returned the blade to the Wizards.

But there was a problem.

The enchantment was too powerful.

Even the Wizards could not undo their own spell.

So they made a final decision.

They shattered the sword into five fragments and scattered them across the world, hiding them from history itself.

And as centuries passed…

Truth faded into myth.

4300 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧. 

In the busiest city in the world—𝘛𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘰—the sky was clear, and sunlight reflected off glass towers and crowded streets.

Among the sea of people walked an eighteen-year-old boy.

His red hair swayed with the wind. A kendo bag hung loosely from his shoulder. His name was Akira.

He descended into the metro, vanishing into the underground rush of commuters.

Hours later, far from the city's neon heart, he walked along a quiet dirt path leading to an old shrine hidden on the outskirts.

The wooden floor creaked softly beneath his steps as he entered.

He paused before a statue of Buddha.

Then his eyes shifted toward the darkness.

A man stood there, barely visible.

“𝘼𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙖,” the man said calmly. “𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 has chosen the next searcher.”

Akira’s gaze hardened slightly.

“ The 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩” he replied.

Without another word, they turned and walked toward the forest.

Deep within the woods, an old man sat atop a massive stone, watching their approach. His robes swayed gently in the breeze.

His eyes settled on Akira.

“Akira,” the Master said, voice steady but aged, “we have located the fragment that controls the element of fire. The Wizards’ spell still lingers within it. Many searchers have tried to obtain it…”

His gaze sharpened.

“None could endure its power.”

He paused.

“I believe the answer to our prayers lies with you. Will you grant this old man one more favor… and become our next searcher?”

For a moment, Akira lowered his eyes to the ground.

Then, without hesitation—

“I will go, Master.”

A faint smile touched the old man’s lips. From within his yukata, he removed a scroll and handed it to him.

“The location is written here. Retrieve it. Contain it. And become the next Flame User.”

Later that day, Akira stood inside his kendo class building back in Tokyo.

With a swift strike to his opponent’s head, the match ended.

He stepped back, breathing steadily.

"𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘰𝘣𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵… 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥?"

Sweat trickled down his temple as he walked toward his bag and pulled out a napkin.

"𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴..."

He glanced at the scroll hidden inside his bag.

"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦… 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳… 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳c𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴."

His eyes shifted to the next match beginning between his classmates.

“𝘖𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘢'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘩𝘶𝘩…” he murmured quietly.

A faint smirk appeared on his face.

“𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨.”