That blue-haired boy.
No one knew where he came from… or why the storms began chasing the city from the moment he appeared. But something changed in Valoria that night—something that would never be the same again.
375 years ago, humanity awoke suddenly in a land they didn't recognize—without names, without a past, without memory. The continent was called Valoria, and it was surrounded on all sides by a transparent wall that could not be penetrated, as if it hid the real world from their eyes. No one had ever left the continent… and no one had ever entered it either.
Thus, life began anew. But it wasn't an ordinary life… for strange supernatural powers called Vakin emerged among a few noble families. As people adjusted to the new reality, a ruling system was established: the Samurai and Shogun Order.
This system lasted over three centuries… until the collapse.
After the death of Shogun Shiro, the Dark Era began. During this era, laws crumbled and brutality ruled. There was no more justice, no more honor, no more swords.
Those who possessed Vakin ruled everyone through oppression and war.
The Samurai class was suppressed, sword-carrying was banned, and racism and blood filled the streets.
In Valoria… there is no place for the weak. In this world, everyone races in a spiral governed by one motto: Only the strongest survive.
In the year 361 of the Valorian Calendar, on a summer night,A man walked silently under the shadows of the night. His hair was dark navy blue, and his golden eyes glowed in the dark despite his efforts to conceal his features beneath a black coat and hat. He looked like he was fleeing from something… or protecting something.
In his arms, he held a baby with blue hair—clutching him tightly, as if he was all he had left in this world. The man continued walking until he stopped in front of a modest house. He stared at the child for a long time, then spoke in a trembling voice:
Man (shaking, looking at the child):
"Forgive me, little one… No one deserves to begin their life like this. But I can no longer protect you… They're getting closer. They may think I'm a coward, but I'm doing this so you can live. They'll think you're just a strange child… let them believe what they want. You are not ordinary, Akio… You'll understand everything one day. Just… live. Live and stay alive until your time comes."
He then kissed the baby's forehead, where a glowing yellow lightning-shaped mark appeared.
Father (whispering):
"I love you… more than you'll ever know."
With trembling hands, he gently placed his child at the doorstep.
He stared at him for a long time, as if trying to engrave the baby's face in his memory forever. Then he gasped silently, hiding a tear that escaped without permission.
He pressed the doorbell—
And ran off without looking back.
Moments later, the door opened.
A young man in his twenties with messy purple hair and brown eyes looked around anxiously after spotting a shadow disappear into the alley.
Man (shocked and angry):
"Who's there?! Hey, stop! Who are you?! This isn't funny!"
Then he saw it.
A baby lying at his doorstep.
The infant whimpered softly and began to cry,
As if he knew his father had abandoned him.
The man bent down quickly and held the baby to soothe him,
Looking around again, heart racing with anxiety,
Then stepped inside and shut the door tightly.
Inside, his wife—who had violet eyes and soft, shoulder-length pink hair—stood beside their three-year-old daughter who looked just like her.
The child stared wide-eyed at the baby boy.
Man (placing the baby on the couch):
"There was a man… I don't know who he was. He left the baby at our door and ran. He didn't say a word—just… left us this little one."
The wife approached slowly and sat beside him, Then reached out to gently touch the baby's blue hair.
Wife (softly):
"He's so small… No one would leave a baby like this unless they were desperate."
The little girl tugged at her mother's dress and whispered shyly:
Daughter:
"Mom… is that my brother?"
The mother smiled sadly and hugged her.
Mother:
"Maybe from now on… we'll be his family. Right, my little one?"
The child looked at the baby, who had finally stopped crying as if he now felt safe,
Then whispered with an innocent smile:
Daughter:
"Welcome, little brother…"
As the father adjusted the baby's blanket, He found an envelope tucked inside. He pulled out a small letter and began reading aloud:
"To whomever finds this letter…
I know what I've done may seem insane… but I had no other choice.
The child I place in your hands is my son.
His name is Sakamoto Akio, born on 27/7/361.
I am being hunted by merciless enemies, and if they knew I had a son… they wouldn't hesitate to kill him.
I trust you'll keep him safe and give him the security I no longer can.
Maybe someday I'll return to take him back… or at least see him from afar.
If that day never comes, I hope he'll know… his father never stopped thinking of him."
Man (folding the letter quietly):
"What a tragedy… A child not even two weeks old, left like this…"
Wife (looking at the baby with warmth):
"Maybe he won't come back… maybe we'll never know who he really was. But that doesn't matter. As long as he's here… he's our son now."
The years passed with a heavy silence, And Akio grew up within this small family that gave him so much love. But that peace did not last long. After a few years, illness crept silently into the mother's body—without warning— And she passed away, leaving behind her husband and two children. The loss was devastating for everyone, Especially for little Akio, who still didn't fully understand what it meant to lose someone forever.
In the year 370 of the Valorian Calendar, Akio had turned nine, and Murasaki was now twelve, When a strange incident occurred that would change his life forever…
Akio (excitedly, while chewing a piece of cake):
"Dad! Can I go for a little walk in the forest tonight? I'll take some soufflé with me—I won't be long!"
Father (nervously):
"Tonight? No, absolutely not. I've told you a hundred times: the forest at night is no place for children, especially in winter… The storms are getting fiercer, and wolves have been spotted near the hills. No one goes in and comes out unharmed."
Akio (frustrated, waving his hand):
"But I'm not a little kid anymore, Dad! Ican take care of myself! Please… just half an hour—I promise!"
Father (firmly):
"Enough. Go to your room. It's bedtime."
Akio lowered his head in disappointment and didn't argue. He walked slowly into his room and shut the door behind him, Then sat on his bed, staring at the window.
Akio (whispering to himself):
"If the world won't let me live my adventure… I'll make one myself."
He waited patiently.
An hour… two…
Once he was sure the house had fallen silent,He crept out quietly, carrying a small bag with a few soufflé cakes inside. He opened the door and stood still for a moment, Gazing up at the sky, which had begun to fill with heavy black clouds.
Akio (smiling, whispering):
"Off to the forest!"
He made his way between the trees. The forest was eerily silent—But that only made him more excited. He sat under a wide tree, spread out his soufflé in front of him like a celebration, and began devouring it with delight, watching the flashes of lightning dance across the sky.
After finishing his food, he got up and began wandering among the trees, full of curiosity. The rain began to pour, and the lightning came closer—
But he didn't stop.
Akio (smiling):
"What a perfect day… Rain, darkness, adventure—everything is just right."
He reached an open clearing in the forest and suddenly stopped.
He looked up at the sky. The lightning flashes grew and And the thunder rumbled louder.
Akio:
"Maybe I should head back… dad will wake up to the sound of the storm… and if he finds out I'm gone—"
He didn't get to finish his sentence. In that instant, thunder exploded right above his head. Lightning split the sky and struck him directly.
Akio collapsed to the ground from the force of the strike. Light smoke rose from his small body, and ashes covered his clothes… He lost consciousness completely.
Back at Akio's home, the thunder shook the entire house more violently than usual.
The windows trembled under the weight of the storm. His father sat up suddenly, gasping for breath. It wasn't just thunder… It was the same sound that had echoed through the night when Akio first entered their lives.
Murasaki looked out her window, holding her doll close, worry filling her violet eyes.
Murasaki (whispering):
"Dad… That sound is back again…"
Her father rushed toward Akio's room and flung the door open, Only to find the bed empty. He froze for a moment—then screamed, slamming his fist into the wall:
Father:
"No… not again!"
Murasaki (from behind him):
"Did… did he go to the forest?"
Father (putting on his coat quickly):
"He's been drawing the storms to himself ever since he came into our lives… and now they're worse than ever. I should've watched him. I knew he might do this."
Murasaki:
"Let me come with you!"
Father (firmly):
"No. Stay here. It's dangerous!"
He burst out of the house, running with everything he had. Every step tore at his heart with worry. Every bolt of lightning ignited a fear inside him he hadn't felt in years. He screamed into the trees:
"Akiooooo! Where are you, my son?!"
He kept running until he began to hear a strange crackling… not from the rain, but from something burning. Suddenly, in a distant corner of the forest, he caught sight of Akio's small body lying motionless on the ground, faint smoke rising from it, his clothes dusted with ash. He froze in shock—then dropped to his knees beside him.
Father (his eyes wide with panic):
"Akio!! Akio!! Wake up, answer me!"
He shook his body over and over—but there was no response.
Father:
"No… don't take him from me… not him too…"
He scooped Akio into his arms with frantic urgency and ran back toward the city as fast as he could.
[One Week Later]
Akio lay in his private hospital room, surrounded by machines. Bandages wrapped his small body from neck to legs. A breathing tube was fixed over his mouth, and his eyes had been closed for days… his father sat beside him, slumped in a chair, exhaustion written across his sleepless face.
Father (whispering):
"When will you open your eyes, my son? It's been a week… and I still don't know if you can hear me or not…"
At that moment, Akio's eyelids twitched. His hands began to move slowly. His eyes opened with difficulty, staring at the dim ceiling.
Akio (in a faint, raspy voice):
"Where… am I?"
His father's head snapped up as though his soul had returned to his body.
Father:
"Akio! Oh god—you're finally awake!"
He held his hand gently, smiling with tears welling in his eyes.
Father:
"How do you feel? Are you okay?"
Akio hesitated, then looked at his hand and said:
Akio:
"I feel… something strange. Not pain… not comfort. It's like… something is moving inside me."
Before his father could respond, something unexpected happened. Akio's body began to move suddenly, as if driven by a force. He started ripping off the bandages—only to reveal that there were no burns, no scars. His body was completely intact, as if it had been rebuilt anew. His father stood in stunned silence, unable to comprehend what he was seeing.
Father:
"Wait… no… there were third-degree burns! What is…?"
Akio stood up abruptly, then looked at the palm of his hand—Tiny sparks began forming on his skin. At first, just faint flickers… then they intensified.
In an instant, a small electric charge shot from his palm, struck a small device in the room, causing it to crackle. The charge bounced unintentionally toward a nurse who was approaching and hit her shoulder, knocking her to the ground with a soft cry.
Father (rushing to the nurse):
"Akio! What did you do?!"
Akio (in shock, staring at his hands):
"I… I didn't mean to… My hand moved on its own!"
Then he looked at his father in fear, his voice trembling:
Akio:
"Dad… what's happening to me?"
Father (staring at Akio's sparking hand):
"Akio… you're not an ordinary child anymore… Did you just awaken a Vakin power?"
Akio (confused):
"Vakin? What's that? What do you mean?"
Father (taking a breath and sitting beside him):
"Vakin is a rare inherited supernatural force. It's not active at birth—it sleeps inside a person until it's triggered. The source could be natural, like storms or volcanoes,
Or something… unnatural. That lightning bolt—it wasn't trying to kill you, Akio. It chose you."
Akio (gazing at his hands in awe):
"So… this power was inside me all along?"
Father:
"No doubt about it. Everyone inherits it from their parents. But many don't know they carry Vakin energy—It stays dormant for years, waiting for the moment of shock to awaken. Your power is electrical… That means the lightning storms around you weren't just coincidences."
Akio (softly):
"I always heard thunder near me… Even when I was really little."
Father (smiling sadly):
"And I watched… I didn't want to scare you. But now I'm certain—You possess a rare Vakin."
One day, Akio was playing in the neighborhood when some boys surrounded him.
One of them, with black hair and brown eyes, stepped forward and mocked him:
Boy:
"Look, it's Akio the stray! You think your powers will make you a hero? You'll never beat us!"
Akio's chest tightened—his hands sparked with lightning. He raised one and fired a small bolt straight at the boy's chest, knocking him to the ground with a scream. The boy ran off crying, while Akio stared at his hands and muttered:
Akio:
"Stupid kid… I'll become the strongest in this world!"
A while later, the boy's furious mother arrived at Vanco's house, yelling as she clutche her injured son.
Mother (furious):
"Look at what your son did to mine, Vanco! That brat burned him and left him in pain!Is this what you call parenting?!"
Vanco (weary, visibly annoyed):
"I'm sorry… Akio just discovered his powers days ago, He still doesn't know how to control them. But let's be honest—your son always mocked and hit him, Called him names no child should hear. Maybe that lightning wasn't just his fault—Maybe it was years of buried anger."
Mother:
"How dare you justify this?! You need to take responsibility for that stray who ruins everything!"
Vanco (coldly, pointing to the door):
"Get out. This is my home—And I won't let you insult my son here again."
He stepped back into the house, where Akio sat in the living room with Murasaki,
Playing with a tiny ball of electricity dancing between his fingers.
Vanco (firm tone):
"Akio… don't use your power on people weaker than you. You have a weapon they don't. You have the right to defend yourself—But not to abuse it. Lightning doesn't heal wounds. It burns them."
Murasaki (laughing):
"He did it again… What a troublemaker!"
Akio (pouting):
"I hate him! He's annoying! When I grow up… I'll throw thunderballs at him every day!"
Vanco (placing a hand on his head, exasperated):
"This boy never learns…"
One day, Akio was walking with Murasaki and Vanco near their home, when they suddenly heard screams from a nearby alley. Five children were cornered by a large man in a green military uniform.
His face was grotesque, harsh, and cruel. He whipped the children with a metal lash as they screamed and begged. Blood stained the ground, and no one interfered…
Passersby just turned their faces away.
Akio (furious, stepping forward):
"What's that monster doing?! Why is he beating them like that?! Why is no one stopping him?!"
Vanco (soft, pained):
"Because no one dares to, son… That emblem on his shoulder… He's from Emperor Makia's army. Those men are never held accountable for what they do."
Akio (his eyes blazing):
"That's not an army… That's a gang in uniform! I'll make him stop—I'll use my power!"
Lightning began crackling from his hands.
Vanco (grabbing his shoulder firmly):
"No!"
Akio (shocked and angry):
"Why?! They're just kids! And we have the power—I can stop him!"
Vanco (tense, low voice):
"If you do… you'll die. He's not alone—behind him are dozens, maybe hundreds. They'll take you away, and I won't be able to save you. Don't be foolish…"
Akio (watching the children get beaten, tears in his eyes, fury on his face):
"So this is the world we live in? Where we let the innocent suffer—Just because the cruelty wears a badge?!"
Murasaki (choking up, holding his hand):
"Please Akio… don't go. You don't know how cruel they really are…"
The whip cracked again—One of the children collapsed.
Akio trembled, lightning flaring around him as he remained frozen. Vanco knelt suddenly in front of him, hands on his shoulders, eyes meeting his.
Vanco (voice trembling but firm):
"I know how you feel… I've seen worse than this. But listen closely, Akio… If you truly want to save them—Be smart. Not reckless. Learn. Train. Be patient… because your time hasn't come yet."
The lightning faded slowly from Akio's hands. He stood motionless, biting his lower lip, silent tears streaming down his face.
Akio (with burning resolve):
"I'll train… I'll train every day until I make this world kneel. And I'll free everyone who's ever been wronged. I'll become… a Samurai!"
Vanco:
"Then… it's time to enroll you in a Samurai arts academy."
Akio leapt in excitement, his face still streaked with tears.
Akio:
"Really?! I'll become a Samurai! Then I'll become the Shogun and save the world!"
Murasaki (laughing gently as she wiped her tears):
"Shogun?! You don't even know how to trim your own nails! What a childish dream… Life isn't that simple, Akio."
Everyone laughed… But for Akio, it wasn't just a childish dream. It was the beginning of something real. And he had no idea where that dream would take him.