Yuji Nakamura stared at the empty space where his girlfriend, Ayumi, had stood just moments ago. Her words echoed in his ears, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. "I can't do this anymore, Yuji. We're done." The weight of her decision settled heavily upon his heart, crushing it with an unbearable sorrow. Their relationship had crumbled, and with it, his hopes and dreams of a future together.

But fate seemed determined to heap more misfortune upon Yuji's already burdened shoulders. The very next day, he received the dreaded call from his boss. "I'm sorry, Yuji, but we have to let you go. Times are tough, and we have to make cuts." The words stabbed at him like daggers, shattering any remnants of stability he had left. He was now unemployed, with no prospects in sight.

With no purpose or direction in his life, Yuji sank into a state of despair. He became a recluse, barely leaving his apartment, surviving on the meager contents of his refrigerator and the solace of animated worlds on his screen. Days blended into nights as he lost himself in the fictional narratives of anime characters, finding temporary solace in their struggles and triumphs.

However, even the escapism of his anime marathon couldn't shield him from the inevitable. One gloomy afternoon, a knock on the door startled him from his reverie. It was his landlord, a stern-faced man with little empathy for the tenants who fell behind on their rent. "Yuji Nakamura, you're three months overdue. I can't let this slide anymore. You have one week to vacate the premises."

Desperation engulfed Yuji as the reality of his situation crashed down upon him. He had no savings, no job, and now no place to call home. The world outside his door seemed like an unforgiving abyss, ready to swallow him whole. With a heavy heart, he gathered what little belongings he had and found himself standing on the cold, unforgiving streets in the middle of the night.

As he wandered aimlessly, a shadowy figure against the backdrop of dimly lit streets, Yuji's spirit was shattered, replaced by a hollow emptiness. But then, amidst his despair, he overheard a conversation that piqued his interest. Two passersby spoke of a fight tournament, their voices filled with anticipation and excitement. They chatted animatedly about the grand prize—an opportunity for the winner to obtain whatever they desired.

Curiosity and a flicker of hope sparked within Yuji's heart. With nothing left to lose, he decided to follow the two strangers, blending into the shadows as they made their way to the tournament. As he stood in the stands, watching the combatants unleash their powers and skills, a newfound determination welled up inside him.

The commentator's voice boomed through the arena, announcing the stakes, and a surge of longing filled Yuji's being. The chance to obtain anything he desired—a lifeline he desperately craved. With an unwavering resolve, he resolved to seize this opportunity for redemption and reclaim control over his life.

The following day, Yuji stood before the tournament officials, nerves tingling with anticipation. The interviewer peered at him skeptically. "What powers or attributes do you possess?"

Yuji hesitated, his gaze fixed on the floor. "Well the thing is I'm not sure... to be honest I don't know if I have any extraordinary abilities."

The interviewer sighed, clearly unimpressed. "In that case, we'll assign you a weapon. But you need to understand, participating in this tournament is dangerous. We won't be held responsible for any consequences."

Unfazed by the dangers ahead, Yuji signed the forms without hesitation, accepting the risks that lay ahead. The officials gestured for him to follow, guiding him through winding corridors until they reached the waiting room—a threshold to the uncertain path that awaited him.