Tokyo was loud, crowded, and cruel.
Kenji grew up in an orphanage that barely remembered his name.
No one adopted him.
No one waited for him.
But he survived.
By the time he turned 24, Kenji had become a registered Battler—
E-Rank, the weakest rank among the powered.
People laughed at that rank.
"E-Rank Battler? That's just a cleaner with a license."
They weren't wrong.
Kenji had karma energy, but it was weak.
Almost invisible.
Yet something inside him felt… wrong.
When he trained alone at night, fire sometimes flickered around his hands—
only for a second, then vanished.
Kenji never told anyone.
Because instinct told him:
If the world knew, it would come for him.
So he walked alone.
A solo Battler in a world ruled by guilds.
Next Chapter coming soon.....
To Be continue.....