The scent of roasted meat filled the air. Sparks crackled from open fires. The sounds of drums, the low hum of chants, and the warm laughter of ogres filled the stone-ringed village.
Yujiro Hanma, the man who walked shirtless through the dangerous Jura Forest, now sat cross-legged on a wooden platform, a thick slab of cooked beast meat in his massive hand. Grease shimmered on his fingers, but he didn't care. He tore into it with savage grace, chewing slowly like a lion after the hunt. His broad back, covered in scars and power, flexed with every movement.
Around him, ogres kept a respectful distance.
They whispered about him—the man with no magicules, yet who defeated their chief like it was a sparring match. A terrifying pressure. An unnatural presence. A man who fought like a beast... yet walked like a king.
A low rumble echoed through the village center.
The crowd parted.
Chief Goramu approached, his chest still bandaged, one arm resting in a sling. Despite his wounds, he stood tall, proud. The village elder, an old ogre with a long gray beard and walking staff, walked beside him. Behind them, dozens of ogres followed in silent formation.
Yujiro turned, his jaw still moving as he chewed.
He narrowed his eyes.
Yujiro (with his mouth full):
"What's this? A parade?"
Goramu walked to the center, then stopped.
Then—he knelt.
And so did the elder.
And then, one by one, every ogre behind them dropped to one knee. A sea of red-skinned warriors, women, elders, and children—bowing before one man.
Yujiro raised an eyebrow.
Yujiro:
"What are you doing? Get up."
The elder lifted his head.
Elder (firmly):
"Yujiro Hanma, you have defeated our chief in a fair duel. You have shown power beyond magicules. Strength beyond comprehension. Ogres follow strength above all… and you are now our leader."
There was a long pause.
Yujiro blinked once.
Then—
He smirked.
Yujiro (with a small chuckle):
"So all I had to do was break a guy's ribs and now I get free food? That's not a bad deal."
The elder smiled.
Elder:
"It is the ogre way."
Yujiro (grinning):
"Then get up. All of you. And eat. A strong army can't fight on an empty stomach."
The ogres stood slowly, murmuring to each other. Goramu stayed knelt for a moment longer, then stood with dignity.
He stepped closer and placed a small wooden dish in front of Yujiro.
Goramu:
"This is our finest beast liver. Only eaten by leaders. You've earned it."
Yujiro glanced at the dish, sniffed it, and tossed it into his mouth whole.
Yujiro:
"Tough. But not bad."
They sat around him—a circle of strength, united not by blood but by dominance. The ogres passed around platters, roasted meat, spiced roots, and bitter wine made from mountain fruits.
Yujiro glanced around. The structures of the village were well-built. Stone bases, wooden frames, sliding paper doors. The ogres wore robes similar to kimono, some tied with cloth belts, others with bits of armor over them.
He tilted his head.
Yujiro:
"You all dress… different. Like something out of a history book."
Goramu nodded.
Goramu:
"Long ago, our founder came from another world. A human with power unlike anything we had seen. He taught us structure… and gave us culture. He built this village, trained our ancestors. We shaped ourselves in his image."
Yujiro's chewing slowed.
Yujiro (thinking):
"Another one... So I'm not the only one reincarnated here."
His gaze sharpened, but his mouth curved into a half-smile.
Yujiro (out loud):
"So this world's been visited before. Huh. Interesting."
A young female ogre approached timidly, holding a folded piece of black cloth.
She was tall, strong, with bright green eyes and long hair tied in a warrior's braid. Her cheeks were red.
Female Ogre:
"Um… Chief Hanma… you're not wearing a shirt. We… we made you one. Based on your size…"
She held up a sleeveless black robe. It looked like a mix between a martial artist's gi and a samurai's battle shirt. Reinforced at the joints. Wide at the chest.
Yujiro took it, inspected the stitching.
Yujiro:
"Hmph. At least it doesn't look like a dress. Thanks."
He slid it on, not bothering to tie it fully, letting it hang open halfway. His muscles still bulged, the robe barely covering his chest.
The ogre girl blushed.
Later that night, the conversation turned deeper. Maps were unrolled. Elders spoke of the Cardinal World. Of monsters, territories, and dangerous creatures that wandered the Jura Forest.
Goramu:
"The world is ruled by power. From the Beast Kings in the east… to the Human Colonies of the north. Most are afraid to come to the Jura forest."
Yujiro:
"I've done fine."
Elder (in awe):
"You're something beyond this world. You don't need magicules. Your body… your spirit… is monstrous."
Some ogres nodded.
Others, especially the women, watched him closely. Whispering.
"Did you see his back muscles when he picked up the log?"
"He broke the chief's armor with his fist!"
"I heard he crushed a bear's skull with one hand…"
Yujiro leaned back and let out a sigh of satisfaction.
Yujiro:
"This place might not be so bad. Food. Respect. A little peace."
Then he glanced toward the forest.
His smirk returned.
Yujiro (darkly):
"Until the next thing strong enough shows up for me to break."
The sun rose lazily over the Crimson Ogre Village, casting long shadows across the training grounds. A large open field had been cleared, surrounded by bamboo poles, wooden dummies, and stone slabs that marked the beginning of something new.
At the center stood Yujiro Hanma, shirtless once again, arms crossed over his chest, his back to the crowd of ogres gathered before him. Males and females alike stood in disciplined rows. Many were warriors already, born into a tribe that respected combat—but they'd never seen what human martial arts could offer.
Hujiro:
"You've got strength. You've got size. But all of you fight like animals. Wide swings, raw power. No control. No technique."
His gaze scanned the crowd, unimpressed.
Yujiro (coldly):
"That's why I beat your chief like a dog."
Murmurs stirred. The ogres gritted their teeth, but none dared speak. Goramu, standing at the side, only nodded in grim agreement.
Yujiro:
"You want to be warriors? Fine. I'll show you what real combat looks like."
He stepped forward, slamming his bare heel into the ground—CRACK! The ground split slightly beneath his foot.
Yujiro:
"First, we start with stance."
Day after day, Yujiro broke their bodies down and rebuilt them from the ground up. The first technique he introduced was from Karate—Zenkutsu Dachi, the forward stance. At first, the ogres wobbled, their large bodies unbalanced and top-heavy.
Yujiro:
"Dig your heels into the earth! You're not building a hut here—you're building a fortress!"
He kicked over one ogre who leaned too far forward.
Yujiro:
"Fall like that in battle, and your head will bounce like a fruit in the mud."
Then came the punches.
Yujiro:
"A punch isn't just your arm moving. It's your hip, your back, your soul."
He demonstrated.
One punch.
CRACK!
The wooden dummy split in half, splinters flying.
Yujiro:
"That's how you break a skull."
The ogres trained until their knuckles bled. The females were just as eager, some even more focused than the males. Yujiro made no distinctions—strength is strength.
This week, he introduced Judo and Wrestling.
He picked the biggest ogre, a thick-armed warrior, and pointed to him.
Yujiro:
"Try to grab me. Try to slam me."
He charged.
The moment his hands reached for Yujiro—
WHAM!
Yujiro twisted, stepped inside the grab, and with perfect form executed a Seoi Nage—shoulder throw—slamming the ogre hard into the ground.
The dust exploded around them.
The ogre groaned.
Yujiro (smirking):
"Your size doesn't mean a damn thing if your balance is trash."
He made every ogre pair up and drill throws: hip tosses, foot sweeps, clinches, suplexes. Yujiro's patience was low, but his results were undeniable.
He taught them leverage, how to use an opponent's momentum. They began to grasp the concept of "using power wisely" instead of just swinging wildly.
This week was brutal.
Yujiro:
"Fists are fine. But elbows? Knees? They end fights quicker."
He pointed to one ogre girl, who had shown promise.
Yujiro:
"Come. Try to land a punch."
She stepped forward, punched.
Yujiro blocked it and slammed his knee into her abdomen—lightly, for him, but she still collapsed, gasping.
Yujiro (calmly):
"You drop your guard, I take your ribs."
He taught them to check kicks, to clinch and control the head, to throw elbow strikes to the jaw, and knees to the liver. He had them kick trees until bark flew. He made them run barefoot through sharp gravel.
Yujiro:
"You won't always have armor. Your body must become your armor."
They hated him. They feared him. But they admired him.
Every bruise earned was a lesson. Every scream of pain was answered by Yujiro's cold voice:
"Good. That means you're learning."
By the end of the first month, the ogres had begun to change.
Their movements were sharper. Their eyes more focused. They began to spar using combinations of the arts Yujiro taught:
Judo throws into ground-and-pound.
Karate strikes into Muay Thai clinches.
Wrestling holds against blade-users.
One sparring match between two students ended with a beautiful triangle choke—something the ogres never imagined would be effective. The elder watched in amazement.
Elder:
"He turned beasts into warriors."
Some of the ogre girls—began following Yujiro more closely. Bringing him food, watching him train alone in the night, sometimes asking for one-on-one sparring… which Yujiro always ended with them flat on the ground.
Yujiro (wiping his hands):
"Too soft. Again."
One night, as the fire crackled and the meat roasted, Goramu sat beside Yujiro.
Goramu:
"You've changed the village more in a month than I have in years."
Yujiro chewed slowly, then swallowed.
Yujiro:
"I just showed them what strength really is. And how to get it."
Goramu:
"Do you ever… miss your world?"
Yujiro was quiet for a moment.
Yujiro:
"No. That world was boring. Nobody could touch me. Here… at least there's hope something stronger might show up."
Goramu chuckled.
Goramu:
"You really are a monster."
Yujiro smirked.
Yujiro:
"Damn right."