This fairy tale begins in the darkness of night, when an old monk was gradually approaching his resting place above the hills, surrounded by beautiful colors and a marvelous looking nature, with wonderful breezes blowing. At that moment, the old monk suddenly remembered the devastating encounter he faced earlier in the daylight.
"Hey, you silly old fool, don't you have anything doings in this accursed temple?" said a young man in a holy garment, with a great group of entities by his side, seeming like the boss of them all. The old monk was in a state of calmness, quietly meditating and hearing in silence. The young man continued, "You have been here for decades without any fruits to bear, no results, and yet you are the only one abiding here for so long. Quit now and let us raise our cathedral here in this forsaken place." The young man spoke rudely to the monk, but the old monk did not have any concern for what the young man said.
Then, suddenly, the old man mistakenly slammed his head on his door and got back to reality. He patted his forehead in pain, then majestically breathed in and out, forgetting all his sorrows. As he wanted to open up the door, he heard a noise inside the house. Soon after he opened up the door and entered stealthily, he turned on the lights and saw a little baby near his library.
The old monk was shocked, and the little baby looked at the monk strangely. The baby turned back and tried to bring out a massive book from a bookshelf, and as it came down, it came with full force, heading in the direction of the little baby. Surprisingly, the old man ran and caught the book, keeping it back. Then, the little baby looked up at the monk and went to the monk, starting to tug on his robe. The monk bent down and realized that the baby was a boy with multi-colored eyes and bright hair, with a cute appearance, covered in white clothing.
The monk curiously thought of the baby's parents and then, in pity, picked up the baby. As he carried the baby up to his shoulder, the baby, sensing the monk's warmth, nuzzled his chest, and the old monk couldn't help but smile. As he looked around the room, he noticed that the baby seemed to have been left there with some minimal belongings. A small bag with some basic necessities and a note were the only other things besides the baby.
The old monk's curiosity got the better of him, and he carefully unfolded the note to read its contents. The note was brief, with only a few cryptic words. As he saw this, his eyes grew wide open, and then the monk's brow furrowed as he pondered the meaning behind these words. "Who could have written this, and what did they mean?" Despite the uncertainty, the old monk's heart was filled with a sense of purpose.
He looked down at the baby, who was now gazing up at him with wide, trusting eyes. The monk smiled, feeling a sense of responsibility wash over him. "I will take care of you, little one," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth. Then, he picked up the baby again and told him, "I will teach you everything I know, and we will face whatever comes next together."
After he made that speech, he looked the baby in the eyes, and at that moment, he felt a great presence that clouded the baby. In shock, the old monk ran with the baby out of his house and went down the hill. As the old monk was making his pace, the little baby looked at him without having any idea what was going on.
Then, suddenly, the old monk stopped as he reached his destination. He carried the baby and put him upon a strange-looking altar in an ancient-looking place. In a flash, the monk raised a scroll and carried a paintbrush, putting it into a jar of paint. Then, he wrote some weird marks on it and placed it upon the baby's body. He did several hand signs and, in grave speed, put his hand upon the baby's forehead.
Thereafter, the old monk found himself in a different world beyond natural phenomena. He saw two worlds divide, and he was at the center. He gazed upon an enormous gate and gigantic statues. Then, he bravely walked towards the gate. Suddenly, he realized something miraculous: the divided world he was walking on was as if he was walking on water.
As he reached the gate, he touched it, and the gate opened up. The monk slowly entered what was beyond the gate and then strangely entered another different world. This present place was diabolical, filled with fire and flames, dark-looking dungeons, and evils lurking.
Soon after, he found himself in another background, but meanwhile, this place was mystical, filled with mountains and green natural plants and grasses with beautiful creatures. As he was about to finish admiring this world, the place changed, and as he wanted to glance at the place, it changed again. Then, the places started changing constantly within the blink of an eye, and the old monk was left dumbfounded. Finally, he was faced with a realm where an empty black void lay. But after all these sights, nothing really shocked him; it was as if he had encountered this countless times.
Thereafter, the empty black void started emitting stars, and at that moment, the old monk started fading away. Moreover, he found himself in the realistic world, lying on the floor helplessly. Then, he got up, cleaned himself up, and removed the enchantment from the baby. He looked at the baby and said, "What mystery you are." The baby stretched his hands to reach out for the monk, and the monk picked the baby from the altar.
The monk and the baby went back, but while the monk hummed for the baby, the baby slept off. As they reached home, he crafted a little basket and put the baby into it. The old monk dressed himself up and went to bed, but as he sat on his bed, he said, "The prophecy is happening." Then, his eyes grew heavy, and he laid down.
After the little baby woke up and got down from the basket, heading for the door, the half-asleep monk caught him and carried him to the bed. The baby was left in sadness, but then the old monk said to the baby, "Should I tell you a story?" The old monk thought and said, "Oh," then he carried the baby up almost to the ceiling and said to the baby boy, "So, from here on out, your name will be Kami." The baby instinctively got excited, and the monk smiled.
Later on, days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and months turned into years. Then, soon after, the scene shifted to a young-looking noble in a warrior's costume declaring, "The nightmare has only begun."