In the year 1021 in Japan, the everlating war between the Wagaharuchi and Kazuya clans finally came to an end, bringing an end to endless bloodshed and countless fatalities. Both clans, consumed by their mutual hatred, eliminated each other. The Wagaharuchi clan emerged victorious, yet their victory was in vain, for only a few of their warriors remained.
Days after the long lasting war came to an end, the few survivors faced a new problem: there was no food and water. One by one, they each died due to starvation. After a few more days and nights, the last embers of the Wagaharuchi clan's life had finally came to an end, except for one: Aizen Wagaharuchi.
Aizen, the clan's mightiest warrior, chose to forge his own path. Driven by the will of life, he ventured deep into the wilderness, seeking a place where he might rebuild his shattered existence. With barely any food, he pressed onward. His legendary strength, honed through years of brutal combat, fueled his will to live. He would not yield.
Alone, Aizen ventured deep into the dangers lurking,in the shadowy forest, his immediate quest for food overcame the lurking dangers. Yet, what he encountered next drawed all his attention. Far in the distance, a colossal, ethereal being shimmered into view—a demi-god, a shinigami entity. Such beings were whispered about only in talked about in the legends, creatures of immense power, rarely sighted, and it was said that anyone who crossed their path never returned. Aizen, despite horrifying legends, felt a surge of determination. He was ready to engage. With a swift, stance , he drew his katana. A deep, deliberate breath filled his lungs, and as he exhaled, the very air around him surged with energy. He invoked his Thunder Art: Hellious Intake. Without shifting from his poised stance, he executed a precise, almost surgical slash through the empty space before him. A blinding, flash erupted, followed by a destructive thunderclap that tore through the very fabric of the forest. The destructive force struck the shinigami demi-god with cataclysmic power. In an instant, the monstrous entity was not merely defeated but utterly obliterated, dissolving into countless shimmering fragments.
Aizen approached the scattered remnants, his movements deliberate. He gathered the the shinigami remants, recognizing its potential. For the night, the shattered essence of a demi-god would serve as his food.
He awoke once more, compelled by the same relentless drive to find a suitable home. He journeyed onward, his spirit unwavering, until at last, a faint glimpse of a village pierced the distant tree line. A wave of exictement surged through him, and Aizen sprinted towards the settlement with excitement. But as he drew nearer, something wasn't right. silence hung heavy over the village, a silence that felt wrong.
Aizen made a cautious patrol through the deserted village. He found no villagers, no sign of life, yet within the villagers homes, food remained untouched on the tables . Aizen, too hungry had no time to dwell on the unsettling mystery,and simply took what he needed.
As he prepared to leave the house he had taken shelter in, having packed a generous supply of food, something else seized his attention. plastered into the wall was a strange, cryptic symbol. Aizen slowly approached the cryptic marking, his curiosity overcoming his caution. As his hand slowly engaged the surface, an electric jolt coursed through his body. His vision blurred, his eyes turning to pools of unending blackness as he was pulled into a horrifying mental state. He witnessed, unimaginable creatures—monsters unlike anything he had ever encountered—descending upon the villagers. They, devoured, and consumed them one by one, a scene of absolute, unspeakable terror. Aizen left in distress, steadily and huridly took a quick step away from the cryptic sign, leaving him speeechless. the creatures he had just encountered were nothing like the demi-gods, creatures with no will , who relentlessly descended upon the villagers, it was almost as if they were being controlled by some kind of entity.
He was already prepared to make his leave, but he knew that if he had not handled this terrifying, monsrtrosity, it would eventually come back to hunt him. he spent the rest of the day preparing to annihalate those terryfying creatures. the night passed and he woke up once again, and started his journey to eliminate those horrific creatures.
He jouneryed westward, trying to find the place he saw in his vision's. at last he saw a glimpse of a body in the distance, hoping it was a villager who was still alive, he sprinted all of the way there, and saw something he could not beileive, the very image of a villager being devoured in his vision, the body twisted, limb from limb scattered around the area, scattered fragments of organs, he knew this was not just some creature, it was being controlled, by some unseen matster, he knew that this creatures, were nothing like the demi-gods and his Thunder art would be ineffective.
He investigated the area and there was no signs of the monsters, and no sense of life, but something was wrong, he sensed a creature around the area, but couldnt locate he knew that the puppets werent his foe but the puppet master himself, he couldnt take on the monsters, so he invoked his wind Art:gale step, a move that could manipulate the air around him giving him a burst of speed,the very moment he invoked his wind art:gale step- a desperate attemp to escape, that's when Kenzo materialized, all the other basts de-materialzing leaving the stage for, kenzo of the Bakuretsu-kai the 5th strongest bakuretsu.