They called me a myth.A name buried in history books, a legend that once split the sky and bent armies to his will.They were right, I was all that… once.But legends fall. Heroes die. And I died sealing a god the world had no hope of defeating.Now I’m back but not as the unstoppable warrior they feared, but as a powerless boy with no mana, no family, and no future. The world I bled to protect has forgotten me, replaced swords with machines, and crowned the very descendants of my betrayers as its rulers. They look at me and see a weak, useless nobody.Good, Let them.Because beneath this frail shell, the storm still sleeps.I remember every betrayal. Every knife in my back. Every single oath they broke. And I swear when the time comes, I’ll make them remember me too.

As I walked down the lane leading to the train station, I spotted a strange figure, his hat pulled low, face hidden. One of them, no doubt. I followed, quickening my pace. He noticed and tried to escape, but he was too damn slow. I caught up, shoved him to the ground. He winced as I ripped off his mask. His eyes widened in horror. “Who the fuck are you? Leave me alone!” Yeah. I get that a lot. Because I’m THE RIVAL.