Some say chaos hides in silence.
Others claim it lurks in certain places… like this bar, for example.
That Wednesday morning was unusually quiet.
GODKI walked down the street, his black hair tipped in blood-red spikes swaying in the wind. Blue tie, red trousers, crisp shirt — he looked more like an accountant than a fighter. Yet his steps carried purpose.
It was the first time in his twenty-one years that he had entered such a place. His father had always told him the story: how he met GODKI's mother in a bar just like this. How she, drunk and reckless, provoked the wrong man. How one punch from his father ended the fight and began a love story.
And how, years later, their son would be born — destined to become one half of the greatest Fury Star duo the universe would ever know.
But GODKI's bar story didn't start with romance.
It started with fists.
Half the drunks were already lying on the floor, groaning in pain. The bartender had refused to serve him, claiming he "looked too much like a kid." The wrong words. The only words you never said to GODKI.
And then the door slammed open.
A young man stood in the frame — same age, same aura, hair spiked white at the tips. Black-and-white striped shirt, silver jacket, matching scarf. His crimson glasses trembled, though his body remained still, solid as stone.
The bar went silent.
GODKI finally found someone who wasn't afraid to stand.