Chapter 1: The First Titan
The moon hung high over the ruins of Ishigakure, its pale light casting long shadows across the desolate land. Once a small but thriving village, now it was nothing more than shattered homes, crumbling walls, and the whispers of ghosts lost to time. A frigid wind howled through the debris, carrying the scent of old blood and decay.
Amid the ruins stood a lone figure, tall and composed, wrapped in a dark cloak embroidered with crimson sigils. His face, sharp and eerily serene, bore an expression of quiet confidence. His eyes—silver, almost metallic—reflected the moonlight with an unnatural glow.
This man was Kurozan.
Before him, on his knees and bound in chakra-infused chains, was a rogue shinobi—a former assassin from the Hidden Mist. The man's clothes were torn, his body bruised, his breath coming in shallow gasps. His once-fearsome reputation meant nothing now.
His captor was no ordinary shinobi.
"W-What… what are you?" the rogue ninja rasped, his voice trembling with fear. His instincts screamed that whatever was about to happen was not normal, not something even the greatest shinobi had ever seen before.
Kurozan tilted his head slightly, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "You fear me. That is good." His voice was smooth, deliberate, like a blade dragging across stone.
He crouched, bringing his face closer to his prisoner's. With slow, deliberate movements, he reached out and traced the intricate kanji carved into the man's forehead. The symbol pulsed with a faint, sinister glow.
"Consider yourself honored," Kurozan murmured. "You are the first."
The rogue ninja's eyes widened. "The first of what—?"
He never finished the sentence.
Kurozan pressed his palm against the shinobi's forehead, and in an instant, the world erupted.
A violent pulse of energy surged outward, sending dust and debris spiraling into the air. The rogue shinobi's body convulsed violently, his veins turning black as raw chakra flooded his system. He let out an ear-piercing scream as his skin cracked open—not with blood, but with searing chakra that poured from his flesh like molten lava.
His form twisted.
Muscles expanded grotesquely, bones stretched and snapped, reforming at impossible angles. His body grew taller, his skin melting away as something else took its place—something monstrous.
The earth trembled beneath them as the transformation reached its peak.
Then, in one final, agonized howl, the man's body exploded outward—and in his place, a colossal figure rose from the ground.
A Titan.
Towering twenty meters in height, its form was wrapped in thick layers of sinewy muscle, a pulsating aura of raw chakra radiating from its monstrous body. Its face, warped into a twisted, hollow grin, bore no recognition of its former self.
It let out a low, guttural roar that shook the very sky.
Kurozan took a step back, his heart pounding. Not from fear—but from sheer exhilaration.
"It's perfect."
The Titan swayed for a moment, its massive hands flexing instinctively, as if searching for something—a purpose. Then, slowly, its fingers began to move in a pattern.
Hand seals.
Kurozan's eyes widened slightly in fascination. "So… even in this state, the body remembers?"
A crackling heat surged through the air. The Titan's chakra flared, its chest expanding as it inhaled deeply.
Then—
"Fire Release: Grand Incineration!"
A massive torrent of flames erupted from the Titan's maw, engulfing the ruins of Ishigakure in a hellstorm of destruction. The flames roared like a living beast, devouring everything in their path, reducing stone, earth, and ash-covered skeletons to nothingness.
The sheer power was staggering. This was no ordinary Fire Release—it was amplified, enhanced by the Titan's massive chakra reserves.
Kurozan stood amidst the inferno, untouched, watching as the fire raged on. He could feel the heat licking at his robes, yet his expression remained one of quiet satisfaction.
"This is it. This is the power that will shake the world."
He stepped forward, raising his hand. The Titan froze, as if awaiting his command.
Kurozan smiled.
"Obedience. Strength. Chakra control. This is only the beginning."
The world was about to change.
And he would be the one to rule it.
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