The Trial of Myou Begins
The training grounds atop Mount Akatsuki were silent.
A fierce wind howled through the cliffs, yet no one dared to speak.
Moments ago, Blade had fought against his five Myou selves, an event that had shocked even Dangoichi Haruka, the Emperor of Mount Akatsuki. But now, all eyes were on the next challenger.
Suntaro Akammi.
He stepped forward, his usual cocky smirk replaced by something else.
Seriousness.
This was a side of Suntaro no one had ever seen before.
Even Kibito, his own brother, had never witnessed him like this.
Dangoichi's sharp gaze followed Suntaro's movements, his fingers stroking his beard. "This kid… there's something unnatural about him."
Suntaro cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders lazily. "Alright, let's get this over with."
The Circle of Myou beneath him lit up, golden inscriptions swirling as the battlefield activated. The energy in the air grew suffocating, pressing against everyone like an unseen weight.
Then—
BOOM.
A massive surge of lightning erupted in front of him.
His Myou manifestation stood tall, identical to him but cloaked in a storm of violent electricity. It radiated power beyond what anyone else had faced.
Suntaro didn't move.
Blade clenched his fists. "That Myou… it's stronger than the ones we faced."
Kibito swallowed hard. "Suntaro… you better not mess around."
But Suntaro wasn't worried.
Because unlike the others—he already knew how to win.
And then—
The moment his Myou took a step forward—
It was already over.
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The Awakening of a Prodigy
The moment Suntaro entered the battlefield, his mind was pulled backward—deep into his past.
A six-year-old boy stood in a grand training hall.
The Akammi Clan's ancestral temple was silent, lit only by flickering torches. Golden murals covered the walls, depicting the warriors of his bloodline—men who were either born with absolute speed or unmatched raw power.
Suntaro Akammi, even as a child, was different.
Unlike the rest of his clan, he had both.
His father—Kenma Akammi, the Thunder God—knelt before him, holding a katana with a blade crackling like a storm.
"Suntaro," Kenma's deep voice echoed. "This is Raitaro. From this day forward, it is yours."
Suntaro, barely able to wrap his tiny fingers around the hilt, felt something awaken inside him the moment he touched it.
A powerful current surged through his veins.
His father watched him closely. "You feel it, don't you?"
Suntaro's golden eyes flickered with confusion. "Father… what is this?"
Kenma sighed, placing a hand on his son's head. "That, my son, is your Myou. You were born with it already awakened."
Suntaro's heart pounded. "But… isn't that supposed to happen when we grow up?"
Kenma chuckled softly. "Normally, yes. But you are not normal, Suntaro. You were born a prodigy."
Suntaro blinked. "A prodigy?"
Kenma's face darkened. "It means you're in danger."
Before Suntaro could process those words—
BOOM.
An explosion rocked the temple.
Screams followed.
Kenma's eyes hardened. "They've come."
The doors burst open—a group of masked warriors stormed in, each radiating immense Myou energy.
The Akammi Clan's greatest enemies.
Kenma drew his sword, his entire body crackling with raw lightning.
"RUN, SUNTARO!"
But he didn't.
He couldn't.
He watched as his father—his hero—faced an army alone.
And then—
Everything went black.
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Back to Reality – The Fastest Victory in History
Suntaro's mind snapped back to the present.
His Myou self was already moving—electricity crackling through the air, its golden eyes locked onto him.
But unlike the others who struggled against their Myou…
Suntaro didn't even give his a chance to fight.
In less than a second—he was gone.
A deafening CRACK of thunder erupted.
By the time anyone blinked—
Suntaro had already appeared behind his Myou.
His blade was already drawn.
A single strike.
A perfectly executed slash through the Myou's core.
The battle had lasted less than four seconds.
Silence.
Total, absolute silence.
Kibito's jaw dropped. "Wha—what the—?! That's it?! He didn't even struggle!"
Majinto blinked. "I thought the point was to fight your Myou, not erase it from existence in an instant."
Kagami clutched her sword. "That wasn't normal. That was… beyond us."
Blade, usually composed, was just as stunned. "He didn't even need to strategize…"
Dangoichi Haruka, the Emperor of Mount Akatsuki, finally spoke.
"Well, well," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's been a long time since I've seen something like that."
He crossed his arms, studying Suntaro with an unreadable expression.
"This boy… will surpass me in no time."
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A Secret Genius Unveiled
Suntaro simply sheathed Raitaro, his usual smirk returning. He turned to the group, completely unfazed.
"Alright, who's next?"
The group stared.
Kibito threw his hands in the air. "OH, HELL NO. I refuse to believe you just did that without breaking a sweat."
Suntaro grinned, stretching. "What can I say? I'm just built different."
Majinto shook his head. "You cocky bastard…"
Dangoichi chuckled. "Alright, listen up!" He slammed his staff onto the ground, silencing the murmurs.
"You all have proven yourselves worthy warriors. But unlocking your Myou is just the first step."
His expression turned sharp.
"To truly master your Myou, you must understand what aura is. Every living thing has aura—but true warriors learn how to control it. That control is called… Myou."
He looked at Suntaro. "And right now, only one of you can use a Primary Myou naturally."
Blade clenched his fist. "That's why he was so fast…"
Dangoichi smirked. "If you can't understand your own Myou, you'll never be accepted by the Phoenix Order."
He raised his staff, pointing toward the peak of the mountain.
TO BE CONTINUED…