Day after day, Kazuichi found himself ensconced in the familiar solitude of his room, immersing himself in training routines that had become both a refuge and a relentless pursuit of strength. Mornings began with the sun casting warm rays through the window, illuminating the sweat-slicked floor where he practiced his forms. Each movement was precise, deliberate—a dance with purpose as he honed his skills, pushing himself to the brink.
After his initial training sessions, Kazuichi would consume meteorite ores, absorbing their power with the same fervor he approached his drills. Hands trembling with anticipation, he would lift each shimmering piece to his lips, feeling the surge of energy course through him like wildfire. Intense focus marked each session, but a hint of unease shadowed his enthusiasm; he felt the fine line between harnessing power and losing control.
