Kenji opened his eyes slowly, confusion filling his mind. He was lying on a cold, hard floor. As he looked around, he realized he was in a jail. This was not just any jail; it felt strange, as if it was designed to drain his powers. Panic washed over him. Kenji had always been strong and had powers that came from a mysterious system. Now, they were gone. Locked away like he was.
He stood up, his muscles flexing under the dim light. Kenji was a muscular teen, and even in this place, he felt a fire igniting inside him. He would not give up. He looked around the cell, searching for something, anything, that could help him. The walls were thick and the door was solid, but Kenji did not despair. Instead, he decided to train.
Day after day, Kenji pushed himself. He did push-ups and squats. He practiced punches and kicks, despite the weakened state he was in. He transformed his cell into a mini-gym. The guards watched him, confused and a bit scared. They had never seen anyone so determined.
As he trained, doctors entered his cell from time to time. They were curious about him. They asked him questions. What are you? How did you become so strong? What do you want? Kenji ignored their questions and kept training. Every blow against the wall made his muscles stronger, and every thought of freedom fueled his spirit.
The scientists tried different things to see if they could break him. They shot darts filled with tranquilizers at him. They blasted loud noises and even tried to starve him. But Kenji was tougher than they realized. Each attempt only made him stronger. He felt his power growing, even if it was hard to notice at first.
After a year of training, the day finally came when Kenji felt ready. He looked at the massive door that held him captive. It seemed impossible, but he was tired of waiting. The cameras in the lab tracked his every move as scientists and doctors gathered around the observation window. They whispered among themselves, doubting that he could escape.
With a deep breath and a surge of strength, Kenji swung his fist and struck the door. The sound echoed loudly in the room as the door splintered and fell to the ground. The scientists gasped, and panic flooded the air. Kenji stepped out, his presence massive and powerful.
With each step he took, an aura surrounded him. It glimmered like a force field, and those who watched felt a chill run down their spines. Kenji was no longer just a boy; he had transformed into a living monster, more muscular than any character from movies. He felt alive and invincible.
Everyone around him panicked. Scientists and doctors ran in different directions, but Kenji only had one thing on his mind—revenge. He had been locked away and tortured for too long. As he strode through the laboratory, he felt the urge to show them his full power.
He reached the exit, and with a single finger, he touched the laboratory's metal wall. Instantly, the entire place trembled and then imploded. Metal twisted and crumbled as the building collapsed, dust rising into the air, leaving no sign of the prison that had held him captive.
As he walked into the city, people stared in awe and fear. They had heard stories of him, a boy who was stronger than anyone they knew. But they couldn't believe their eyes. Kenji was a living legend now, an uncontainable force that made them flee in terror.
Kenji laughed, feeling a rush of excitement. There was a thrill in being the strongest. He looked around, searching for something fun to do. Perhaps he could challenge the strongest fighters in the city. Perhaps he could show everyone his power and bring them to their knees.
In the streets, heroes jumped into action. The bravest of them were determined to take him down. Among them was a warrior named Akira, known for his skills and quick reflexes. He stood tall in front of Kenji, ready to fight.
"Stop right there! You'll not destroy this city," Akira yelled, his voice firm.
Kenji grinned. "Then come and try!" he replied, eager for a challenge.