Gradually, changes were taking place in that village, when an officer from a foreign country got a tip-off that this village—which was never on the map—had come to light today. That very moment, the officer set off toward the village.
Seeing him, the villagers were surprised, wondering who this stranger was that had come to their secluded home. The officer looked around at the village and thought to himself, *These villages are supposed to be primitive… but this one—this one is different.* The houses looked advanced, almost unnaturally so. The weather was extremely cold here—biting and icy—whereas the rest of the surrounding region was hot. This place alone was cold.
Then he turned to a villager and asked, "Listen, brother, did something happen here?" But no one said a word.
Then he noticed a girl sitting quietly in the corner. The officer walked over and asked, "Listen, Madam, who are you? And what exactly happened in this village?"
That girl was none other than Akiri.
Akiri instantly understood that this man had come to capture the village. She rose slowly and began to walk away without uttering a single word.
The officer, observing this, thought, *There is definitely something strange here. No one is speaking… and this girl—she's different. I need to keep an eye on her.*
Then Akiri subtly signaled some men nearby. Within seconds, they approached the officer, picked him up, and threw him out of the village.
Still, the officer didn't accept defeat. He stormed away, his mind raging. The villagers believed that the man had come and gone forever—but Akiri knew better. She sensed that danger was far from over.
Exactly a week after the officer's visit, around twenty goons arrived in the dead of night. While the villagers were fast asleep, these men believed they could take control by eliminating everyone.
But they didn't know—there was someone more powerful than all of them.
As soon as one of the goons set a house on fire, a sudden wind howled through the village and threw him outside the boundaries as if by an invisible force. The villagers, awakened by the commotion, stared in disbelief.
Another goon tried the same thing, and the same fate befell him—he was found unconscious outside the village.
Then all the goons attacked together.
But Akiri rose.
She unleashed a fury that no one had seen before. She fought them all and threw each one of them out of the village like rag dolls. Her strength was undeniable.
Then she demanded, "Who are you? Who sent you here?"
One of the battered goons muttered, "The LE officer…"
Akiri narrowed her eyes and said coldly, "I already knew… he's insane. Let him come. The world should witness what he's capable of—and what I will do to him."
She turned her gaze to the horizon.
"If I get my hands on him… I'll bury him alive."
Terrified, the remaining goons fled, and once again, the village was safe. But death still loomed in the shadows. The danger was far from over.
Then, suddenly, a thought struck her—a dangerous, wild idea. She decided she would act on it at dawn.
As the first light of morning broke, everyone resumed their daily work. Akiri gathered the villagers and called them to a single place—an old bus station.
She stood tall before them and said, "Tell me—how long will I protect you all? Isn't it your duty to defend your own village?"
The people replied, "But how can we protect ourselves? We don't even know how to fight."
Akiri's voice was calm, but firm. "Don't worry. I will teach your sons how to fight—how to defend this land."
She continued, "Whoever wants to become powerful, step forward now."
At least twenty young men stepped out of the crowd.
Akiri nodded. "Your training begins tomorrow. Meet me here. Go home now. Rest."
Later that night, she called upon ten villagers and began preparations. They crafted tools and equipment through the night—twenty to forty pieces of gear in total. Akiri worked the hardest, giving every ounce of her strength.
Then, a strange spark flared in her mind.
A surge of energy shot through her brain. Ideas raced uncontrollably. She had just uncovered a formula—one that could make those young men even more powerful. But to make that formula, she needed rare herbs and chemicals found only in the forest—twenty kilometers away.
Fortunately, she had powers within her. She could cover vast distances in seconds. With a single leap of 100 to 500 feet, she could reach the forest in five or six jumps.
Once there, she began gathering ingredients. While searching, she stumbled upon a broken, ruined hut deep in the woods.
She stepped inside.
Everything was decayed, abandoned—except for one thing: a large book, covered in dust but completely intact. She picked it up. Oddly, every page was blank. Still, she took the book and raced back to the village.
Only four hours remained until morning—and she had to complete the formula within that time.
She got to work.
Two hours passed. The formula was ready.
But she needed to test it.
She found a dead rat nearby and carefully dropped a tiny amount of the liquid onto it. A strange reaction began.
The rat rose into the air. Gray fluid oozed from its body. Where bones had once shown, flesh returned. Life began to surge inside it.
For a few moments—it was alive again.
Then, it collapsed. Dead.
Akiri stared in awe. "I don't know what powers this formula truly holds…"
She went back to work, refining the chemical with fierce determination. Finally—it was ready.
But she wouldn't give it to the boys just yet. Not until they were physically and mentally ready. If not prepared, the chemical could destroy them.
Now the question remains:
Will Akiri be able to train those boys?
Will the ones searching for her find her and descend upon the village?
Will the villagers stand beside her when war knocks again?
And the biggest mystery of all—
Will Akiri's memory return?
And if it does… what storm will it bring?
The real story begins now.