Kenji, after being severely injured, visited the hospital at the GDA for a checkup. The doctor reviewed his condition carefully before speaking.
"If you fight like that again, you could potentially kill yourself. You weren't just reckless—you put others in danger by rushing in without a plan. But that's not the main issue right now." The doctor paused, looking back at the chart. "Your health is stable, but your body hasn't had time to fully heal. In that fight, you pushed yourself so far that you completely drained your energy reserves. We had to place you in a solar recovery tank just to restore your energy and stabilize your healing factor. And the fact that your burns still haven't healed properly tells me everything I need to know. If you get into another situation like that too soon, your injuries could be far worse… or fatal."
Hearing this, Kenji felt a weight settle in his chest. For the first time since gaining his powers, he wasn't just hurt—he was limited. Even basic training could make things worse. That didn't sit right with him. His body was supposed to recover faster than a normal human's.
Then his stomach growled.
Not just a normal hunger pang—this was loud, aggressive, almost painful. It caught him completely off guard.
Confused, Kenji made his way to the cafeteria. What started as grabbing a quick meal quickly turned into something else entirely. He ate bowl after bowl of ramen, followed by burgers, then hot dogs—barely stopping between bites. By the time he finally slowed down, the entire GDA staff was staring at him in disbelief.
Fifty bowls of ramen. Thirty burgers. Twenty hot dogs.
Kenji leaned back in his chair, completely stuffed, trying to process what just happened. "…since when can I eat like that?"
Curious and a little concerned, he requested another physical. The results came back quickly—and they explained everything. His body wasn't just healing. It was evolving.
He was slowly becoming something closer to a Saiyan.
His metabolism had increased drastically—hundreds of times beyond that of a normal human. The food he consumed wasn't just being digested; it was being converted into usable energy. That energy replenished his stamina and even contributed to his recovery. It wasn't full regeneration—nothing like instant healing—but it was enough to noticeably speed up his recuperation.
(1 month later)
By the time Mark returned, Kenji had fully recovered. But something else had changed—his usual training wasn't as effective anymore. The progress he once made quickly was now slowing down.
So, he adapted.
Kenji decided to build a gravity room—a training space designed to increase Earth's gravity, forcing his body to work harder with every movement. It took him three weeks to complete, and the first time he activated it, he immediately felt the difference. Even at just 2.5 times Earth's gravity, his body felt incredibly heavy. Every step required effort, every motion slowed.
Still, he pushed through.
Not long after, Cecil called him in. When Kenji arrived, he was given a choice: stay on Earth or go to a spaceship filled with mind-controlling aliens. Without much hesitation, Kenji chose to stay.
A few days later, things spiraled out of control.
The Lizard League attacked a military base in Wyoming. Kenji moved as fast as he could, but by the time he arrived, the damage had already been done. Dupli-Kate and Shrinking Ray were down, presumed dead. Rex was barely conscious. Kenji managed to stop King Lizard, but it didn't feel like a victory.
Afterward, he returned to training, but not before visiting Rex in the hospital. It was there that he ran into Mark again.
"Hey, Mark. It's good to see you again," Kenji said, extending his hand.
Mark gave a small smile and shook it. "Yeah… you too."
Kenji hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "I wanted to ask you something. Since you're stronger than Immortal, would you be willing to spar with me? I think we could help each other get stronger."
Mark looked unsure at first. "I don't really have time for training…" he started, but then paused, thinking. "…actually, I barely go to school anymore anyway. So yeah. I guess I can."
Over the next few months, they trained together whenever they could. Sparring, pushing each other, testing their limits—even using the gravity room. Mark improved rapidly, faster than Kenji expected, thanks to his Viltrumite biology. Still, Kenji managed to keep up, forcing himself to push harder each session just to stay competitive.
Kenji also helped Mark refine his fighting skills. Instead of relying purely on strength, he taught him how to use speed, positioning, and strategy. He even emphasized teamwork—something Kenji himself wasn't used to, but understood would be important.
(10 days later)
Mark was out having lunch with his mother when Anissa approached him. At the same time, Kenji was training at the Pentagon when Cecil contacted him.
"Get to Mark. Now."
Kenji didn't hesitate. The moment he stepped outside, he launched into the air, breaking the sound barrier instantly. Within minutes, he arrived at the scene.
He saw Mark pinned to the ground, Anissa standing over him.
Kenji slowed just enough to control his movement before going in for a kick.
Anissa blocked it effortlessly.
Before Kenji could react, she countered with a single punch.
The impact sent him flying through multiple trees, his body crashing through them like they were nothing. When he finally came to a stop, everything hurt. His body felt numb.
I… I can't feel my legs…
Blood filled his mouth. His vision blurred. Then everything went black.
Kenji woke up in a helicopter, already on the way back to the GDA. The damage was severe—his own armor had punctured his stomach from the force of the hit. For weeks, he could barely move. Even sitting up was painful.
But slowly, with rest and food, he recovered. His strength began to return.
Still, that fight stayed with him.
Omnipotus had been overwhelming—but this was different. Anissa hadn't struggled. She hadn't even tried.
She ended the fight instantly.
That terrified him.
Later, Kenji found himself thinking about the Immortal—about his ability to survive anything. An idea formed in his mind, one he couldn't ignore.
Eventually, he approached him.
"Immortal… would you let me test your blood?" Kenji asked.
Immortal raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical.
"I think I could create something from it—a serum," Kenji continued. "Something that could heal people. Not just small injuries—I mean everything. Critical wounds, diseases, genetic conditions… we could help people on a massive scale."
Immortal didn't look convinced.
"I'm not interested in being a test subject," he replied bluntly. "And what if you fail? What if you create something worse? Something dangerous?"
He shook his head. "It's not worth the risk."
Kenji understood, even if he didn't like it. Without Immortal's cooperation, the idea couldn't move forward.
So he dropped it.
Then his phone rang.
Cecil.
"All the heroes are gone," he said.
A pause.
"They've been kidnapped. Meet Mark at the coordinates I'm sending you."
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