I was serious about this transformation, so I dove headfirst into my training. My body was going to become a machine, and there was no turning back now.
The goal was clear: get stronger, get smarter, get more powerful. I needed to prove to myself—and maybe to the world—that I could handle whatever was thrown at me.
It all started with the basics. I had heard about Saitama's workout routine, the infamous 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10-kilometer run.
The whole thing sounded insane, but that was the point. Insane was exactly what I needed right now.
I remember that first night, standing under the moonlight, thinking that the universe had lined everything up perfectly.
It felt like the moon was shining down, just for me, giving me the green light to get started.
"Alright, Kai, no excuses," I muttered to myself. "It's time to go full beast mode."
I dropped to the ground and started my first set of push-ups. My arms screamed almost immediately.
Sweat began to bead up on my forehead. I wasn't even sure how many I'd done, but I kept going.
Each push-up was like a reminder that I was one step closer to becoming something better.
"Come on, don't stop now," I gritted through my teeth, pushing myself up again. This is what it takes, I thought. No shortcuts.
I moved on to sit-ups and squats, and the feeling was the same: muscle burn, exhaustion, sweat dripping down my back. It was like I was living in a puddle.
My body felt like it was about to throw a tantrum, but I wasn't having it. "Sorry, muscles," I said under my breath, "We're doing this, whether you like it or not."
It felt like my muscles were protesting, like they were organizing a strike against me. I'm not backing down.
You're coming with me. I could practically hear them groaning with each set, but I just kept going. There was no turning back now.
And then came the 10-kilometer run. If the other exercises were tough, this was a whole different kind of beast.
I could feel the cold night air hitting my face as I started running. My legs burned almost immediately, and my chest felt like it was going to explode.
Every step felt like a challenge. Why am I doing this? my brain screamed, but I shut it out.
"You signed up for this, remember?"
I told myself, ignoring the ache in my lungs.
"No going back." I pushed on, as the world around me blurred and my heart pounded in my ears.
The wind was sharp against my face, but I didn't stop. My legs screamed for mercy, but I refused to give in. I'm not quitting. Not now. Not ever.
When I finally finished that run, I was dripping in sweat, gasping for air. It felt like I had just crossed the finish line of some epic battle.
"Alright, let's get something straight," I muttered, out of breath. "I'm not just building muscles here. I'm building something bigger. I'm building me."
There was a weird feeling of pride in my chest, like I had just completed something monumental. I felt invincible, like the universe had just given me a gold star.
As the days went by, it wasn't just my body that started to change.
Yeah, the physical stuff was impressive—trust me, I wasn't complaining—but there was something deeper happening too.
It felt like I was unlocking parts of myself I didn't even know were there. Like there was more to me than I'd ever realized.
This wasn't just about getting stronger; I was becoming... more.
One evening, I decided to take a break by a calm lake. The moonlight danced across the surface, turning the water into a shimmering mirror. I crouched down to splash some water on my face, but then I froze.
My reflection stared back at me, and for a moment, I didn't recognize the guy in the water.
"Wait... is that me?" I leaned closer, blinking.
The guy looking back wasn't the Kai I knew. He was different—stronger, sharper, like someone had turned up the HD settings on my entire existence.
My eyes caught my attention first. They weren't just brown anymore. No, they were this insane mix of silver and gold, glowing faintly like they had secrets to tell.
"Whoa," I whispered, tilting my head. "When did that happen?"
My face had changed too. It was sharper, more defined, like I'd been carved out of marble by some master sculptor who was showing off.
Even my skin looked... different. It had this faint glow, like I'd spent a week at some divine spa.
"Okay, this is getting ridiculous," I muttered, running a hand over my jawline, which felt like it could probably cut through steel.
Then my eyes drifted lower, and I nearly burst out laughing.
"An eight-pack? Are you kidding me?" I said, lifting my shirt to double-check.
Yup. There they were. Eight rock-solid abs that looked like they belonged on a Greek god's statue—or at least in the centerfold of a fitness magazine.
Every muscle in my body had transformed. My shoulders were broad, my arms looked like they could lift mountains, and my legs... let's just say they didn't skip leg day.
"Alright, this is nuts," I said, shaking my head with a grin. "I've got the body of a superhero and the abs of a Calvin Klein model. What's next? Do I start glowing in the dark?"
But here's the thing—I wasn't just impressed; I was confused. I'd done one workout. ONE. Okay, it was a killer workout, but still.
Nobody transforms like this overnight.
That's when it hit me: I wasn't training like a regular human. I was something... more. My body was adapting way faster than it should have, like it was built for this.
"Okay, so apparently I'm some kind of cheat code," I said, laughing to myself. "One set of push-ups, and I'm basically Hercules.
What's next? Do I sprout wings if I jog a mile?"
I stood up, still staring at my reflection in the lake. The glow of the moonlight made it even more surreal.
"I mean, I'm not complaining," I said, flexing a little for fun. "But seriously, what am I?"
The confidence bubbling inside me wasn't just about how I looked, though. It was about how I felt. I didn't feel like the old Kai anymore.
The guy who was just trying to get by.
I felt... unstoppable.
"This isn't just a glow-up," I said, smirking. "This is an upgrade."
I straightened up, running a hand through my midnight-black hair.
My reflection stared back, looking every bit like a character who had just hit their final form.
Fast forward five years, and I'd lost track of time. Days blurred into nights, and nights blurred into days. Everything just... merged.
I wasn't the same guy anymore. Not even close.
Back then, I thought I understood what it meant to push my limits. I thought I knew what it meant to grow, to evolve. Turns out, I didn't have a clue.
Now? Now, I was obsessed. Driven. Focused in ways I couldn't have imagined before. My body was just the starting point—it was like building the foundation of a skyscraper.
But my mind? My mind was the real tower.
At first, it was slow. I started small—simple techniques, just testing what I could do. My imagination became my workshop.
Every day, I sat down and thought, What's possible today? What's the next thing I can create?
It wasn't flashy at first. I trained my focus, my willpower.
I visualized myself holding fire, bending air, creating something out of nothing. It felt like daydreaming, but little by little, the lines between dreaming and reality began to blur.
I remember the first time it clicked. I had been meditating—something I'd started doing to clear my head. I focused on the concept of Intent.
The ability to shape power through sheer will. I imagined a sword appearing in my hand, not just a physical one but one that cut through more than just objects.
A weapon made of pure purpose.
And then, there it was.
Not a sword exactly, but the feeling of one. I could feel the edge, the weight, the presence of it in my hand. That was the beginning.
Sword Intent. That's what I called it. At first, it was just an idea. A way to sharpen my focus. But the more I practiced, the more real it became.
Before I knew it, I could summon blades that could cut through the very air, carving reality itself.
I didn't stop there. My curiosity was endless. I moved on to Sound Intent, imagining the air vibrating with power, sound waves becoming weapons, shields, tools.
It was like conducting an orchestra of destruction.
And then came Poison Intent. That one was... darker. I wasn't just playing with toxins; I was mastering the concept of decay, of corruption.
A single thought, and I could unravel the energy of anything around me.
The crazy part? Every time I learned something new, it made the next step easier. It was like leveling up in a game—one power leading naturally to the next.
But then came the real game-changers. Parallel Mind and Occlumency.
At first, they were just ideas. Concepts. I thought, What if I could split my mind into multiple parts? What if I could think faster, do more, be more?
It took months—maybe even a year—but one day, it clicked.
Parallel Mind wasn't just splitting my thoughts. It was like having a team inside my head.
One part of me could focus on training, another on strategy, and another on studying the world around me.
Occlumency? That was my defense. My fortress. It wasn't just about blocking out intrusions; it was about controlling my own mind.
Organizing my thoughts like files in a cabinet, keeping my emotions in check, staying sharp.
I laughed the first time I felt it all working together. "Okay, Kai," I said to myself, grinning. "You're officially a walking brain upgrade."
From there, things snowballed.
I started experimenting with abilities I'd only ever seen in stories—things I admired from heroes and villains alike.
Anos Voldigoad's godlike powers? I broke them down in my mind, imagining how I could use them, make them mine.
Ultimate Geass? That was a fun one. I twisted the idea into something unique. Instead of controlling others, I used it to control myself.
To shape my destiny, to bend my path into whatever I wanted it to be.
It wasn't about copying. It was about creation. I wasn't just mimicking these powers; I was forging something new, something entirely my own.
And then, one day, it all came together.
I was standing on a cliff overlooking a vast, empty landscape.
The air was still, the sky endless. I closed my eyes, letting everything I'd learned, everything I'd become, settle into place.
I could feel it—the power coursing through me. Not just in my body but in my very being. I opened my eyes, and for the first time, I truly saw.
The universe wasn't something I had to survive anymore. It was something I could shape, control.
I grinned, my voice breaking the silence. "This is it. This is what it feels like to be unstoppable."
I didn't know what was coming next, but I knew one thing for sure.
The world—no, the entire universe—was about to learn my name.