Ryuji's vision blurred as the golden light swallowed him whole. His body felt weightless, as if he were drifting between worlds. A powerful force pulled at him, deeper and deeper, until suddenly—
He landed on solid ground.
The world around him was unlike anything he had seen before. The sky churned with storm clouds, flashes of lightning illuminating the vast battlefield that stretched into the horizon. The wind howled, carrying echoes of voices long forgotten.
And in the center of it all—stood them.
A legion of warriors, clad in armor woven with the winds themselves. Their blades hummed with power, cutting through the storm like extensions of their own souls. At the head of their ranks stood a single figure, cloaked in black and silver, his presence radiating raw power.
Ryuji's breath hitched.
It was him.
Not a vision. Not a dream. But the warrior he had seen before—the one who looked just like him.
The warrior turned, and his piercing silver eyes locked onto Ryuji.
"So, you've finally come."
The Storm's Legacy
Ryuji's voice caught in his throat. He had a million questions, but only one managed to escape.
"Who… are you?"
The warrior studied him for a moment before speaking.
"I am Raiden—the first Storm Warrior. The one who walked this path before you."
The storm intensified around them, as if responding to his words. Ryuji felt the wind tug at his skin, whispering memories he didn't recognize.
"You stand at the edge of destiny, Ryuji," Raiden continued. "The blood of our kind runs through your veins, but you have yet to awaken its full power."
Ryuji's fingers twitched at his sides. He could feel it—something inside him stirring, waiting to be unleashed.
"But why now?" he asked. "Why are you showing me this?"
Raiden's expression darkened.
"Because the storm that erased us is rising once more."
The world around them shifted. Images flashed before Ryuji's eyes—his village in flames, shadows moving in the darkness, and Kenshiro standing atop a pile of bodies, his silver eyes burning with unnatural power.
"He is only the beginning." Raiden's voice was grim. "The true enemy has yet to reveal itself. And when it does—you will need more than just skill to survive."
Ryuji swallowed hard. "Then teach me."
Raiden's gaze bore into him.
"This path will not be easy. You will endure pain beyond anything you have faced. You will be broken and rebuilt. Are you willing to risk everything?"
Ryuji clenched his fists. He had already lost too much to turn back now.
"I don't care what it takes," he said. "I'll be ready."
Raiden finally nodded.
"Then let the storm consume you."
The Training Begins
Lightning crackled through the air as Raiden raised his hand. The storm surged forward, wrapping around Ryuji like a living force. Wind sliced against his skin, thunder roared in his ears, and his muscles tensed as a power unlike anything before coursed through him.
The ground beneath him crumbled. His body felt like it was being torn apart—and yet, at the core of it all, he could feel something awakening.
A force older than time itself.
The true power of a Storm Warrior.
And as Ryuji screamed into the raging storm—he knew.
There was no turning back.