[This chapter is the starting point of what happens and sorry for not introducing this earlier, sorry folks]
The world was silent that night—when my journey began, and destiny whispered my name for the first time.
Long before he was known as Ruko Jizuko—the one who would defy gods and demons alike—there was only a night of fire and silence.
A forgotten clan stood at the edge of annihilation. The Jizuko, wielders of secrets older than creation itself, were betrayed and hunted by the some forces. One by one, they fell—yet before the end, the elders gathered around a newborn child.
They spoke no words as they worked.
Ancient sigils burned across their hands, and something vast, nameless, and forbidden was sealed deep within the infant's soul.
Then came his parents—battered, bleeding, but resolute. With their final strength, they added their own essence to the child, embedding one last fragment… something that would one day awaken.
When the forces chains closed in, they cast themselves with their son through a rift between worlds, whispering a name that carried all their hope—
"Ruko."
The stars dimmed that night.
And far away, in a small, chaotic world, a baby's cry echoed beneath the morning sky.
Thus began the tale of the last Jizuko—
a boy born from extinction, burdened with secrets even he cannot remember…
and destined to rise, fight, and reject both Heaven and Hell.