Now Johnny name is Kuragami.Kuragami had lived a peaceful life in the quiet village of Eldoria for as long as he could remember. The village was small, surrounded by lush forests and towering mountains, cut off from the chaos of the outside world. The people here were simple farmers and hunters, living in harmony with nature.
His mother, Elara, was the most beautiful woman in the village. With silver hair cascading like moonlight and eyes shimmering like the night sky, she was adored by all. She was kind, gentle, and wise. But for as long as Kuragami could remember, she had been sick.
No healer in the village could cure her.
No herb could ease her pain.
An unknown illness drained her strength day by day, yet she always smiled, never letting her son see her suffering.
Kuragami clenched his fists as he trained every morning and night. He was no longer Johnny, the weak boy from another world. Here, he had a second chance. A chance to grow strong. A chance to protect the one he loved.
But despite his efforts, he was powerless.
Memories of a Lost Sister
Even in this new life, the past haunted him.
His sister, Emily.
Her terrified face, her cries for help, the feeling of helplessness as he lay dying—all of it replayed in his dreams.
Was she still suffering? Was she safe? He had no way of knowing. He had been reborn, but Emily… she was still in that cruel world.
Every day, he trained harder, pushing his body beyond its limits. The villagers often watched him with concern, whispering about the strange boy who never played, who only fought against invisible enemies in the fields.
But Kuragami didn't care.
"I will never be weak again."
Strength was the only thing that mattered in this world.
The Path to Power
The world he was born into was different from his past life.
Here, gods and demons were real. They granted power to those who worshiped them, creating warriors who battled in their names. Those who received a god's blessing became champions of light, destined to fight against demons and their followers.
But those who received a demon's power became the enemies of the gods, forced to fight in an endless war.
Kuragami had never left the village, so he knew little about the outside world. But he had heard stories from passing travelers—stories of heroes who could call down divine lightning, of warriors who tore mountains apart with a single swing of their swords.
Power determined everything.
If he wanted to protect his mother, if he wanted to learn the truth about his illness, he needed power. But there was one problem—he didn't know who to worship.
Would he seek the blessings of the gods?
Or would he accept the power of demons?
He had no answer.
A Quiet Night Turns to Horror
That night, Kuragami sat with his mother, sharing a simple meal of bread and stew. Despite her illness, Elara smiled warmly, watching her son eat with quiet pride.
"You've been training hard again, haven't you?" she said softly, her voice filled with warmth.
Kuragami nodded, swallowing a bite of food. "I have to. If I get strong enough, I'll find a way to cure you."
His mother chuckled, reaching out to ruffle his hair. "You're such a good son."
Kuragami lowered his gaze, gripping his spoon tightly. "I just don't want to lose you."
Elara's smile wavered, but she quickly hid it. "No one lives forever, my love."
"I won't let you die." His voice was firm. "Not before I repay you for everything."
Before Elara could respond—
A scream tore through the village.
Kuragami's head snapped toward the window. Flames flickered outside. The air filled with the scent of burning wood and the distant sounds of chaos.
More screams. Shouting. The sound of steel clashing.
Kuragami's heart pounded.
His mother gripped the table, her hands trembling. "Kuragami… stay inside."
Ignoring her warning, he dashed to the door and flung it open.
The night sky glowed red.
Fires raged through the village, consuming homes in an inferno. Villagers ran, some carrying children, others wielding crude weapons.
Then he saw them.
Dark figures moved through the fire—bandits. Their faces covered in cloth, their eyes gleaming with malice. They slaughtered without mercy, cutting down men, dragging away women.
Kuragami's blood ran cold.
His home—his mother—
He turned back, sprinting inside. "Mother! We have to run!"
Elara coughed, her body weak. She tried to stand, but her legs failed her. "Kuragami… I—"
A loud crash.
The door burst open.
A man stood in the doorway, a wicked grin stretching across his scarred face. He carried a massive axe, his body covered in ragged armor. His eyes locked onto Elara.
"Well, well… what do we have here?"
Kuragami's hands curled into fists. "Stay away from her."
The bandit laughed. "Or what, boy?"
Kuragami moved without thinking. He lunged, throwing a punch with all his strength. But the bandit barely flinched, catching Kuragami's fist with ease.
A sharp pain exploded in his stomach.
The bandit had slammed his knee into Kuragami's gut, knocking the wind out of him. He collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath.
"Kuragami!" Elara cried.
The bandit grabbed her by the arm, pulling her toward him. "She's a beauty. I think the boss will like her."
Rage erupted inside Kuragami. He struggled to his feet, ignoring the pain. "Let her go!"
The bandit smirked. "You've got spirit, kid. But you're just a weakling."
Then—
He raised his axe.
Kuragami's eyes widened.
He couldn't move. He was too slow. Too weak.
The axe swung down—
But before it could strike—
A blinding light filled the room.
A powerful force blasted the bandit backward, sending him crashing through the wall.
Kuragami gasped, shielding his eyes.
When the light faded, he turned to see his mother standing, her silver hair glowing, her body surrounded by a strange aura. Her once-weak frame now radiated an overwhelming presence.
"Mother…?" Kuragami whispered.
Elara's eyes, once warm and gentle, now burned with power.
The bandit groaned, staggering to his feet outside. He stared at her in shock. "W-what the hell are you?"
Elara stepped forward, her voice calm but commanding.
"You will leave this place."
The bandit hesitated—but then, something changed.
A shadow loomed over the village. The air turned thick, suffocating. The flames flickered unnaturally, as if afraid.
Kuragami felt it—something powerful was approaching.
A voice, deep and inhuman, echoed through the night.
"Found you."
Kuragami's breath caught in his throat.
From the darkness, a towering figure emerged. Cloaked in black, its body pulsated with dark energy. Its face was hidden beneath a hood, but its presence alone was suffocating.
The villagers who had been fighting fell silent, frozen in fear. Even the bandits took a step back.
The being lifted a hand, pointing at Elara.
"You cannot escape me."
Kuragami's heart pounded. He had no idea what was happening.
But one thing was clear—
Tonight… was only the beginning.
To be continued…