The sun bathed the stone walls of Damargania in gold as it slowly descended behind the mountains. Birds sang their last songs of the day, and the streets buzzed with life. Children ran through the city, pretending to throw punches and kicks, shouting names like "The Ogre" and "Hanma Strike!" while mimicking Yujiro's fierce techniques.
It had been years since Yujiro Hanma first arrived in Damargania, and things had changed—a lot.
The people no longer looked at him with suspicion or fear. Now, they admired him. Praised him. Soldiers would straighten up when he walked by. Generals gave respectful nods. The marketplace vendors offered him free meals, not out of fear, but because they genuinely liked him.
And the children… they worshiped him.
"Look, Mama! I'm doing the Krav Maga kick!"
"Yujiro-sensei says pain builds strength!"
He was more than a legend now.
He was family.
Over time, Yujiro's training had evolved. He still forced the soldiers to use only their bodies, but eventually allowed them to start integrating magic back into their styles—only once their core techniques were mastered. And something unexpected happened.
They got stronger. Much stronger.
When their bodies moved with perfect efficiency, and their attacks came from pure martial discipline, adding magic only amplified their power in a way no one had ever seen before.
Soldiers could now punch through enchanted armor.
Generals moved with terrifying speed and control.
Even Draguel admitted it during a strategy meeting with his top commanders.
"Yujiro turned our army into wolves that now fight like dragons."
Glassord chuckled beside him. "Remind me never to spar with your men again."
Yujiro just smirked.
One evening, Draguel and Yujiro sat around a campfire outside the city walls. The stars blinked above them like tiny silver eyes, and the wind carried the distant laughter of children from the village.
Draguel tossed a small log into the flames. "You've done well here. More than anyone expected."
Yujiro grunted softly, watching the flames dance. "It's time."
Draguel turned to him, surprised. "Time?"
"My next prey is waiting," Yujiro said simply, his voice calm but firm.
Draguel narrowed his eyes. "And who might that be?"
Yujiro looked him in the eye, a dangerous smirk growing on his face. "Milim Nava."
There was a long silence.
Draguel blinked slowly. "The daughter of the creator. One of the strongest beings alive."
Yujiro nodded. "That's right."
Draguel leaned back and laughed—a deep, proud laugh. "Of course it would be her. I figured someday you'd go after one of the true monsters."
"I've fought many," Yujiro said, standing up. "But she's different. I can feel it. My blood's been itching for a fight like this."
Draguel stood as well, brushing the dust off his coat. "Then I have no choice. I must witness it with my own eyes."
Yujiro turned to him. "Good. Then take me to her."
The next morning, word spread quickly: Yujiro Hanma was leaving Damargania.
Crowds gathered as he walked through the city with Draguel at his side. The streets were lined with citizens—some clapping, others cheering, and some with tears in their eyes.
One soldier, grizzled and scarred, approached him. "Yujiro… thank you. I used to think strength came from a blade. You showed me it comes from within."
Yujiro clapped the man on the shoulder. "Don't get soft now. Your training doesn't end because I'm gone."
Another soldier muttered to his friend, "It won't be the same without him barking orders and breaking bones."
A group of children ran up to him, blocking his path.
"Yujiro-sensei! Where are you going!?"
He crouched down, grinning at them. "There's a strong someone I need to fight. But don't worry... I'll be back."
One little girl hugged his leg. "Promise?"
Yujiro paused, then smiled gently. "I promise."
From the castle balcony, Glassord watched with folded arms. "He turned into more than a warrior. He became a symbol."
Draguel joined him, his voice steady. "The world is going to remember this age as the one Yujiro Hanma helped shape."
Glassord smirked. "You think he'll win against Milim?"
"I think," Draguel said, watching Yujiro walk toward the horizon, "we're about to witness history."
Outside the city gates, Draguel standing, He looked at Yujiro. "Ready?"
Yujiro cracked his knuckles. "I was born ready."
As they took off, the wind whipping through their hair, Draguel glanced at his old friend.
"Tell me," he said, almost jokingly, "if you win... what then?"
Yujiro laughed.
"Then I'll look for something even stronger."
And just like that, the two warriors sped off into the sky, bound for a clash that would shake the heavens.
The people of Damargania stood in silence, staring at the trail of clouds left behind.
Yujiro was gone.
But the legend remained.
Far away.....
The skies over the Jura Forest had never known stillness, but ever since the arrival of Yujiro Hanma, they seemed to tremble differently—almost… respectfully. The birds no longer sang in his presence, beasts gave him a wide berth, and even spirits in the wind seemed to hush when his name was whispered.
And in those years Yujiro stayed in Damargania, away from the forest he once called his playground, his legacy still grew louder.
This is the story of how his fist changed the fate of a dragon, a forest, and an entire generation.
High in the sky, wings slicing clouds apart, Veldora, the mighty Storm Dragon, soared with a grin painted across his thunderous face.
"Let's see now…" he muttered, flapping his wings to send gales rolling across the plains. "Yujiro said to drop the weight into the ground, focus the momentum through the core, and then…" He narrowed his massive glowing eyes.
Veldora curled mid-air, spun once, then roared, "STORM FANG STAMPEDE—Yujiro Style!"
And like a thunderbolt crashing into the earth, he dropped.
The result was cataclysmic.
A section of the Holy Capital of Ruberios, far to the west, exploded into dust and flame. The cathedral tower cracked, shaking the sky with its collapse. Sacred shrines were crushed under debris and ancient holy grounds vanished under the wake of Veldora's failed imitation of Yujiro's attack.
Veldora, now sitting in a crater, blinked. "…Oops."
The wind howled. Rubble still fell like rain.
From the ruins, a shadow stepped forward.
"You idiot lizard…" came a voice filled with barely restrained rage.
It was Chloe Aubert, a legendary hero wearing a mask and a friend to Luminous Valentine. Her shiny sword glowed with divine enchantments. Her eyes blazed with judgment.
"You destroyed half a district."
Veldora tilted his massive head. "It wasn't on purpose! I was just trying Yujiro's combo!"
Chloe drew her blade, and a light so bright it split shadows ignited.
"That's it. You're going to pay for this."
From above, Veldora laughed, his voice booming across the forest. "You think you can beat me!? I am the Storm Dragon!"
Chloe vanished in a flash of light and appeared atop Veldora's snout. She drove her sword downward, channeling holy magic that scorched the beast's scales.
Veldora howled. "THAT HURT!"
"You'll live," Chloe muttered, leaping off and summoning chains forged from Heaven's Law itself. "I can't kill you, but I can stop you from destroying any more cities."
Veldora summoned hurricanes, lightning, twisters—but Chloe dodged every one with practiced grace. She drove her sword into the ground, and glowing runes spread like wildfire.
Then came the chant.
"By the will and the justice of the Flame of Order—Infinity Prison."
The Sealing Ritual took hold.
Chains wrapped around Veldora's limbs, wings, and throat. The sky turned black. The forest shook.
"No—WAIT! I didn't even get to try the spinning elbow smash yet!" Veldora cried, flailing against the runes.
But it was too late.
With one final roar, the mighty dragon was sealed into a vast, dark cave in the depths of the Jura Forest.
Silence followed.
Elsewhere in the heart of Jura, a different storm brewed—not one of wind and lightning, but of discipline and will.
The Ogre Tribe, once a proud but primitive people, now stood tall, lean, and dangerous.
Why?
Because Yujiro Hanma trained them.
"Focus on the flow. Power doesn't start in the arms—it starts in the soul," barked one ogre, the eldest of Yujiro's pupils, as he watched two younger ogres spar with wooden staffs.
Another ogre, stepped forward and bowed. "Master, the Earth Stomp… it shook the trees. I felt it in my chest!"
He nodded. "Yujiro once told me: 'If the trees don't bow when you stomp, your spirit isn't tall enough.'"
The ogres had built stone arenas, bamboo training dummies, and even carved images of Yujiro into the cliffs above their village. A massive mural of Yujiro's back—broad, brutal, and bare—was painted on the side of a mountain.
Children mimicked his walk. Elders spoke of "the day the ground ran in fear."
And stories of Yujiro's battles—how he punched a dragon unconscious, defeated the Demon Lord of Ice and Fire, and walked into a tornado just to "feel something"—were told nightly by the fire.
Inside the sealed cave, Veldora sat. Bored.
He blew a ring of smoke into the dark. "…I miss him."
He thought of Yujiro—not just as a warrior, but as the only being who never once showed him fear.
"He beat me like I was a goblin," Veldora said to the shadows. "And then laughed when I called myself majestic…"
The wind rustled through the sealed cracks in the cave walls.
Outside, the forest was alive with the power Yujiro had left behind. The ogres had become stronger than most adventurers. Even monsters in the area gave the forest wide detours, sensing the iron will that had soaked into the soil from the countless punches Yujiro had driven into the earth during training.
Yujiro might've left for Damargania.
But his legend never did.
EPILOGUE: The Etched Back
High above the Ogre village, a younger ogre girl sat near the mural of Yujiro's back.
She looked up at it, eyes wide.
"Grandpa, is it true he fought the Storm Dragon?"
The elder nodded. "He did."
"And the Ice Queen?"
"Dropped her in two punches."
"And the Demon King?"
The elder grinned. "Made him apologize."
The girl looked back at the mural. "Do you think he'll come back?"
The wind blew through the leaves, carrying the faintest echo of a laugh.
A low, terrifying, familiar laugh.
"…Maybe," the elder said. "And when he does…"
He looked up at the sky.
"Even the dragons will hold their breath."
Yujiro Hanma: The Beast of the Forest. The One Who Tamed Storms.
His shadow still roars in the trees.