The neon-lit streets of Japan in 2035 were teeming with the embodiment of human perfection. People bustled about, their bodies seemingly honed to near-perfection, a testament to the relentless pursuit of strength in a world governed by the "Nanomachine Revolution." Among this sea of power, Igata Kuyori moved with purpose.
He entered a gym where individuals effortlessly lifted weights that would have seemed impossible by the standards of the past. Men and women casually deadlifted 400 kilos as if it were a trivial task. Igata approached the gym's owner, his young face serious, and asked, "How do I become strong?"
The owner stared at the boy, taken aback by such a seemingly naive question. He almost laughed but held back, not wanting to offend the young newcomer. Igata, his patience waning, ignored the owner and made his way to the weights. He began adding plates to the bar, the metallic clinks resonating with a growing intensity.
Undeterred by the onlookers' astonishment, Igata loaded the bar with 200 kilograms and began performing multiple curls with it. The room fell silent, and the spectators watched in awe as the young boy showcased incredible strength. He showed no signs of stopping until the gym owner finally approached him and informed him that he couldn't lift without paying for training.
Igata, his eyes blazing with determination, continued lifting, the bar moving effortlessly despite the weight. However, a new presence entered the gym.
Kiya Shuke strode into the bustling gym with an aura of confidence that radiated from his very being. His tall, well-built frame exuded an unmistakable sense of power, the ripple of sinew beneath his tanned skin a testament to years of dedicated training. His striking blond hair, neatly styled but with a slightly rugged edge, framed a face chiseled with determination and grit. Piercing blue eyes, sharp and observant, swept across the room, taking in every detail with a discerning gaze.
As he approached the gym manager, he engaged in easy small talk, his voice carrying an air of natural charisma. However, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a scene that drew his attention away. There, in the midst of the gym, was a young teenager with an unmistakable air of determination, his every muscle taut with effort as he effortlessly curled an astounding 200 kilograms.
Intrigued, Kiya's steps slowed, his conversation with the gym staff briefly forgotten as he focused on the enigmatic figure before him. Despite the energy and noise around him, the gym seemed to fall silent as Kiya's gaze fixed upon the teenager. There was something captivating about the young man's unwavering dedication and raw strength that demanded Kiya's attention.
As he moved through the gym, exchanging pleasantries with those around him, Kiya found himself drawn closer to the young prodigy. He observed the reactions of those nearby, noting the mixture of awe and respect that surrounded the boy. A faint smile tugged at the corners of Kiya's lips as he recognized the spark of potential that ignited within the teenager, an unmistakable drive that resonated with his own unrelenting pursuit of strength and excellence.
"Kid, why don't you come with me?i mean you're aready strong but i can make you REALLY strong."
Igata's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he set the barbell down with a resounding thud. The stranger introduced himself, "My name is Kiya Shuke, and by the looks of it, you don't need any introduction. You've got the genetics." Igata, still brimming with excitement, implored, "Show me how to become strong."
Kiya Shuke nodded and said, "Calm down, I'll show you." They both began walking out of the gym, but the owner, persistent and perhaps foolishly so, followed them. He attempted to speak, "You guys can enter and do this and just lea—" Before he could finish, Kiya Shuke delivered a lightning-fast punch that landed dangerously close to the owner's face, sending him crashing to the ground. "Don't interrupt us, subhuman," Kiya Shuke growled.
As Kiya Shuke left the bustling gym, the air of determination and purpose that surrounded him seemed to magnify. His confident strides carried him through the busy streets of the city, navigating the throngs of people with ease. His commanding presence, coupled with his sharp features and piercing blue eyes, demanded the attention of those around him.
Alongside him, Igata Kuyori followed with a sense of unwavering focus, matching Kiya's steps with a determination that belied his young age. As they strolled through the lively cityscape, the vibrant energy of the bustling streets gradually transitioned into a more subdued atmosphere. The once-teeming sidewalks began to give way to a sense of desolation, with the city's vibrancy slowly ebbing into the background.
The shift in surroundings did little to deter Kiya, who pressed on with a steadfast resolve that seemed unshaken by the changing environment. Igata, too, maintained his resolute stance, his red eyes gleaming with an unwavering determination that mirrored the intensity of his mentor's gaze. As they continued their journey, the buildings around them took on a more dilapidated appearance, the cityscape transforming into a shadow of its former self.
Their footsteps echoed through the now desolate streets, the distant hum of activity giving way to an eerie silence that enveloped them. The once-bustling city seemed to fade into the background, replaced by an atmosphere of abandonment and neglect. Kiya and Igata pressed forward, their destination clear despite the deteriorating surroundings.
Their path eventually led them to a weather-beaten structure that stood as a stark contrast to the surrounding decay. A dilapidated dojo, its faded facade belying a sense of history and resilience, emerged before them. The wooden beams showed signs of wear, the roof sagging slightly under the weight of time. As they approached the entrance, the creak of the old door echoed through the silence, serving as a prelude to the untold stories that lay within.
Despite its weathered appearance, the dojo seemed to exude a sense of quiet strength, as if it stood as a silent testament to the trials and tribulations that had unfolded within its walls. Kiya cast a meaningful glance at Igata, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. It was here, in the quiet solitude of this forgotten place, that the journey toward unlocking Igata's true potential would truly begin.
Kiya Shuke turned to the young boy and said, "Here, I will show you how to become strong." Igata couldn't contain his excitement, jumping up and down like a child on the brink of a thrilling adventure.
Kiya Shuke began imparting his wisdom, "First things first, understand that you're not that special here. Any Class E could easily beat you up. This world is vast, filled with formidable individuals, and I'll show you how to become one of them." Igata's anticipation reached its zenith as he eagerly listened to his newfound mentor.
Without warning, Kiya Shuke issued a challenge. "First, try to hit me." Igata, with newfound determination and the thrill of the unknown coursing through his veins, sprang into action, launching a punch towards his enigmatic mentor, marking the beginning of a journey toward unparalleled strength.