The Strongest Transcendent In History The Strongest
Chapter 0: The New Beginning
In the vast expanse of emptiness before the dawn of time, there existed a solitary being, an entity of transcendent power and unfathomable brilliance. This magnificent essence radiated an intense, sacred light that enveloped its entire form, casting a luminescent glow that pierced through the void of nothingness. This being stood alone, distinct from all that would eventually come into existence—just a single entity at the precipice of creation and essence, yet he remained distinctly alone, untouched by any companionship or challenge.
As this divine being drifted through the vast emptiness, a peculiar sensation began to stir within him—a profound sense of loneliness and an overwhelming boredom that threatened the tranquility of his existence. This yearning for connection and meaning ignited a spark within him, leading to the momentous decision that would change the course of all creation. In an act of unparalleled creativity and power, he decided to break the silence of the cosmos and, thus, the genesis of everything began. He became the architect of existence, breathing life into everything and giving birth to the myriad of worlds, stars, and beings that fill the vast expanses etc. These radiant beings, infused with parts of his essence, are often referred to as the "transcendents." Without this original being's initiative and imaginative foresight, neither existence, nor consciousness, nor the intricate tapestry of life and everything would have ever come to be.
-Timeskip One Hundred Thousand Years Later-
As we swiftly transition to a captivating scene, we discover a young man named Kiro Yatsu seated leisurely on a weathered wooden bench, perfectly positioned to absorb the serene atmosphere of the park around me. The gentle rustle of leaves dances in the cool breeze, and the warm sunlight filters through the branches above, casting dappled shadows on the ground. I sit with an easy posture, my relaxed demeanor reflecting my appreciation for this tranquil moment.
With a contented sigh, I gaze out at the vibrant tapestry of the park, where blooming flowers burst forth in an array of colors, and the lush green grass invites the playful antics of children nearby. The distant sound of laughter mingles with the chirping of birds, creating a symphony of nature that envelops me in its embrace.
As I immerses myself in the picturesque surroundings, my mind begins to wander, drifting through a labyrinth of thoughts and dreams. I finds himself contemplating the myriad of adventures that await me on the horizon. Perhaps it's the thrill of exploration that sparks my imagination—a journey through uncharted territories, meeting new faces, and discovering hidden treasures. With each fleeting day, I feels an insatiable desire to seize the opportunities that life presents, eager to embrace both the challenges and triumphs that lie ahead.
In this moment of tranquility, im not just a passive observer of the world around me; rather, im a young man brimming with hope and anticipation, ready to embark on a journey that promises to alter the course of my life forever. The park serves as a temporary refuge, a place where I can gather my thoughts and fortify my spirit for the exhilarating adventures that await me beyond the horizon.
I have striking black hair, my hairstyle is characterized by its long and deliberately tousled appearance, with several unruly strands cascading over my forehead and partially obscuring my eyes, adding an air of youthful rebellion to my look. The texture of my hair features a gentle curl or wave, which enhances its natural quality and contributes to an effortlessly casual vibe. This unkempt hairstyle serves not only to frame my face beautifully but also to accentuate my striking features. My attributes seem to glimmer with an intensity that suggests the presence of untold secrets and a latent power just beneath the surface, inviting intrigue and curiosity from those who encounter me.
Deeply captivating are my eyes, which are a striking shade of purple, a color that adds a unique and almost ethereal aspect to my overall appearance. They hold a depth that hints at stories yet to be revealed, capturing the attention of anyone who dares to meet my gaze.
In addition to my intriguing hairstyle and mesmerizing eyes, I'm smartly dressed in a neatly tailored black and white school uniform. The uniform consists of well-fitted black trousers that taper elegantly at the ankles, complemented by polished black school shoes that gleam with each step I take. While I appear to embody the quintessential look of a typical student, there is an undeniable air of extraordinary charm and potential that surrounds me. This blend of familiar attire and captivating features creates an aura of distinction, making it apparent that I possesses qualities that set me apart from my peers, leaving those around me eager to uncover the layers of my personality and the secrets they may hold.
As I reflects on my life, my inner thoughts resonate loudly, back then, I still believed I had a choice. My name is Kiro Yatsu—and this is how everything began.
Suddenly, out of the shadows, a figure cloaked in deep black attire emerges, a spectral silhouette that seems to command the very essence of mystery. The stranger wears a hood, obscuring his facial features and adding an air of intrigue to his presence. With a calculated touch, the mysterious man places his hand on Kiro's shoulder, his voice grave and deliberate as he states, "Kiro Yatsu, you're going to have to come with me."
Reacting to this abrupt intrusion, I turn to face him, a casual demeanor masking my curiosity. "Why should I trust you? You seem exceptionally suspicious," I counter, skepticism dancing in my golden eyes.
"Kiro Yatsu?" the man asked, his voice clipped and tired. "You've been chosen. There's no time to explain, but I'm here to bring you somewhere safe—somewhere your strength will be understood."
With an air of composure, I firmly state, "No. I don't follow strangers." My voice remains steady, betraying none of the apprehension bubbling beneath the surface.
The man before me, a figure who appears to be enveloped in shadows, replies with a sincerity that catches my attention. His tone is unwavering as he says, "I assure you, I'm not here to cause you any harm unless absolutely necessary." There's a hint of desperation in his voice, a plea for understanding that stirs my curiosity. He leans slightly closer, his features gradually becoming more defined in the dim light, revealing a mix of determination and concern etched on his face. "I have been given strict orders to escort you to the prestigious magic academy of Toransudentosukūru."
As he speaks, the name of the academy rolls off his tongue like a spell woven from ancient lore. The mere mention sends a thrill down my spine. Toransudentosukūru, a place renowned for cultivating the most gifted practitioners of magic, echoes through my mind, tangled with images of grand hallways and towering spires reaching toward the heavens.
But I can't shake the unease that courses through my veins. Why me? I say thoughtfully what could this shadowy figure want from someone like myself? I take a step back, evaluating my options and the weight of his words. The darkened streets seem to contract around us, amplifying the urgency of the moment as I consider my next move.
The man spoke in a composed and measured tone, "You'll understand when you get there." His voice carried an air of certainty, as if he were revealing a profound secret that only awaited the right moment to be unveiled.
I leaned back slightly, a hint of skepticism dancing in my eyes, and replied casually, "Yeah, no… I'm fully aware that trusting you would be a mistake." My words dripped with irony, a deliberate attempt to mask the hesitation lurking just beneath the surface. After all, this was not the first time I had encountered individuals who promised answers but delivered little more than disappointment.
The man let out a deep sigh, an audible mix of resignation and perhaps a touch of frustration. "I was hoping you'd cooperate," he admitted, his expression betraying a sense of disappointment. It was evident he had anticipated my response would sway me toward collaboration, but instead, he was confronted with my reluctance. His demeanor suggested that he held a crucial piece of information, one that he believed could change everything, yet I remained steadfast in my refusal to compromise my judgment.
With a steady and composed demeanor, I softly declare, "I believe it is time for me to address the situation at hand and take you down. My instincts, those deep-seated feelings that often guide my decisions, are leading me to this conclusion." There's a sense of certainty in my voice, as if the whispers of my intuition are urging me to act decisively. In this moment, I find myself fully aware of the gravity of my words, understanding that sometimes, the instincts we possess can compel us to take action, even when the path forward may seem uncertain.
Calmly, he regards my approach with a hint of amusement, saying, 'You seriously believe you stand a chance against me?' He lifts his hands high, a gesture signaling that he's prepared to block my assault.
I reply with a chill in my voice, 'Oh, I know I can.' As I draw closer, I feint the punch, skillfully transitioning into a swift kick aimed directly at his chest, hoping to catch him off guard.
With an unflappable demeanor, he smiles slightly and says, 'Challenge accepted.' In an instant, he catches my kick effortlessly, countering my momentum with a powerful shove that sends me crashing through the wall.
As I lay there, a wave of pain washes over me—Wow, talk about power! That really hurt. I cough violently, blood spattering to the ground as I feel the bruises forming across my body.
Calmly, he looks down at me, stating, 'You're coming with me now.' There's a curious glimmer in his eyes as he observes my struggling form regenerating; he effortlessly hoists me up and places me flat on his back. Meanwhile, his mind races with thoughts: **"The magic academy of Toransudentosukūru is fabled throughout the realm for its formidable training of mages, adept in battling the myriad monsters that reside within the perilous dungeons. Situated in the heart of Seiki, its illustrious reputation for cultivating the most capable magic users is known far and wide across the kingdom."**
As we approach our destination, the man suddenly halts, signaling that we have arrived at our next location. 'We're here,' he announces with an air of calm.
I, who have still been on his back as surprise washing over my features. 'Already?' I questions, skepticism lacing my voice as doubt clouds my expression.
With a serious, determined look upon his face, the enigmatic man pushes open the grand door of the magic academy, walking inside confidently, still carrying me on his back.
Once inside, he places me down gently and says, 'Now follow me.'
Letting out an exasperated sigh, I concede, 'Fine, fine. I guess I don't have a choice here.' Steeling myself, I take a deep breath and step through the hallway of the magic academy, I follow behind him a swirl of anticipation and nervousness enveloping my senses. 'Alright,' I respond in an attempt to project calmness, all while my mind reflects anxiously, This is my first day at the esteemed magic school of Toransudentosukūru, the legendary institution where countless adventures and insurmountable challenges await me.
The journey ahead is bound to be extraordinary and transformative, paving the way for my ascent to unparalleled heights in a world teeming with magic and shrouded in mystery. I brace myself for whatever lies ahead, knowing that every moment spent here could change my life forever.
To be continued…