Twenty minutes after the capsule crashed on planet Makomos, two high-class officers were searching for what they believed to be a Zorro ship. To their surprise, it was a capsule—one that looked nothing like Zorro technology.
The two officers were Mano and Diao, both ranked highly within the Mak of Justice Department, where Makomosians kept the peace and brought justice to ordinary criminals. Heroes, on the other hand, handled far greater threats. Currently, Makomos had five heroes, all of whom were searching elsewhere for a Zorro ship.
Mano was the talkative type, while Diao was silent and observant. When Diao spoke, it felt as if the planet itself listened.
“That doesn’t look like a Zorro ship,” Mano said.
Suddenly, the capsule’s window shattered.
“WHAT IS THAT?!” Mano shouted as a being inside grabbed the edge and pulled itself out.
Both Mano and Diao froze in shock. They had never seen anything like it before and had no idea what kind of power the being possessed. Its energy was so dense that Mano felt true fear for the first time in his life.
Despite this, Mano still tried to move closer—so did Diao.
The being stood upright, completely unclothed, a deadly stare fixed upon them. Both officers drew their weapons. Neither had powers strong enough to combat a threat of this level.
“WHO ARE YO—” Mano began, but before he could finish, the being vanished.
In the blink of an eye, it had passed right by them.
Mano could no longer handle his fear. His hands trembled.
He looked at Diao—and noticed something strange.
Diao wasn’t afraid.
Diao glanced at the capsule, then at the being, and calmly said, “Take my spare clothes.”
“What are you doing?!” Mano shouted.
“This outlander could be extremely dangerous!” Mano protested.
Ignoring him, Diao handed over his jacket and smiled.
“What is your name?” Diao asked.
The being put on the jacket. It felt warm.
“My name is… Sen,” the being said. “That’s all I remember.”
Diao’s smile widened.
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“One day, you will remember what you’ve forgotten,” Diao said. “Until then, stay on Makomos. You’re going to like it here.”
He continued, “If you need a place to stay, I can arrange one. I don’t recommend Makosos City—it’s large, and crime is common.”
Then he stepped back.
“You’re free to go.”
With that, the two officers left. Later, they informed the head of the Mak Department to cancel the alert, claiming it had only been a massive meteorite impact.
Sen knew nothing about himself. He didn’t realize the power he held.
Without conscious thought, Sen began to fly.
Higher and higher he went—into the stratosphere, then into space. It was as if his body had a mind of its own. His powers remained dormant, waiting to be awakened.
Floating above Makomos, Sen tried to understand what a planet was. He analyzed everything he could see.
Sen had been created with unimaginable intelligence, yet knew nothing.
He was learning the universe the same way a newborn learns the world—untainted by good or evil, with no knowledge of existence itself.
“I will call this my home,” Sen said to himself.
To Sen, home meant peace. A place to stay.
But something sinister was approaching.
Though Sen did not understand power or energy, he felt something coming—something aimed directly at him. He felt killing intent.
He looked around but saw nothing.
Still, his instincts screamed at him to block.
He had never fought before. Never trained. Yet his body reacted as if it remembered battle.
The sensation was strange. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t excitement.
It was something beyond words.
Then—
Faster than the speed of light, a creature attacked.
“SEEEEEN!” it screamed.
Somehow, Sen reacted.
Exactly thirty minutes earlier…
In a place so hidden it wasn’t even marked on the universal map, a voice rang out.
“My good master… may I go fight Sen?” a Felionus girl asked eagerly.
Her name was Kyuuko.
She lived for battle and hungered for power. Kyuuko and her older sister, Amaki, were both ranked highly by their master. Only one being ranked above them—and that being was never present.
Amaki was calm and strategic, fully aware of her limits. Unlike Kyuuko, she trained her mind and refined her abilities instead of relying on raw destructive power.
Both sisters came from the planet Felionus, born with extraordinary abilities far beyond others of their race.
As Kyuuko’s power grew, so did her urge to fight stronger opponents. Amaki often warned her to control these urges.
Years later, the sisters left Felionus to take the hero exam on planet Kroaxo. Before leaving, they spoke to their youngest sister, Komiko.
Komiko was born with almost no energy—completely opposite of them.
“I’ll get stronger,” Komiko cried. “I’ll surpass both of you!”
On Kroaxo, the sisters quickly realized the people there did not want them to pass. Kroaxo was a planet known for intelligence and universal studies—and for its hatred of Felionus.
They were sabotaged. They failed.
As they prepared to leave, a man stopped them.
White hair. Red, glowing eyes.
“I sense immense power within you,” he said.
They ignored him and walked past.
Then he spoke their names.
Both froze.
“How do you know our names?” Amaki asked.
“Want to spar?” the man said calmly. “Go all out.”
“If we win, you leave us alone,” Amaki replied.
The man laughed. “Fine.”
“If I win,” he continued, “you join me.”
The battle lasted less than twenty seconds.
None of their attacks landed.
Kyuuko felt weak—for the first time. She understood why they had failed.
The man extended his hand.
“Let me teach you. Let me show you true power.”
“You are not weak because you lost. The more you lose, the stronger you become. If you fall, stand back up.”
“Power isn’t just about fighting,” he said. “It’s about enduring.”
“Find your true power. If you can’t—let me help you.”
They followed him.
Year after year, climbing his ranks of powerful beings, both sisters reached Rank 1.
Only one stood above them.
And that brings us back to the present.
