Hello. You may not know me, but I will be the one character in this story who engages with you the most—despite not being the main lead. Think of me as the narrator, an observer of many worlds. I have seen countless stories unfold. Some were tales of great power; others were stories of love, loss, and redemption. And yet, not a single one resonated with me.

  Despite witnessing entire lifetimes, I never truly connected with those I watched. Their stories lacked a certain spark, a synergy that could ignite something within me. But then, everything changed when I saw him.

  For the first time in my endless existence, I found a life I never wanted to stop watching. He was different. He thrilled me. He made me want to keep observing, to see what he would do next.

  Let me tell you about the day it all began.

  Time means little to me—it flows differently in different worlds. But on a certain day, I went searching for a new story after observing the tragic fall of a once-great warrior. He had been powerful, in love, and at his peak, only to be abandoned, lose his strength, and die forgotten. It was a tale I had seen too many times.

  And then I found him.

  In a grand dojo nestled deep within an ancient forest, an eight-year-old boy sat in silent meditation. A wooden sword lay before him, untouched. He was waiting.

  Then, the silence broke. The door opened, and a man entered the room. The boy’s eyes snapped open. For exactly three seconds, neither moved. Then, with a burst of energy, the boy grabbed his sword and charged.

  The man sidestepped effortlessly, countering with a swift movement that sent the boy crashing to the ground.

  “Damn! When will I finally land a hit on you, Instructor Han?” the boy grumbled.

  The man, Han, allowed a slight smile. “You’ll have plenty of chances,” he said. “You just need to become stronger.”

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  “Really?” The boy’s frustration melted into determination as he picked himself up.

  Han nodded. “Again.”

  And so he stood, gripping his sword tighter. That day, I saw something in him—something different. A drive. A longing. A purpose.

  Days turned to weeks. Weeks became months. And the boy, Ryu, grew into an exceptional young man—handsome, bold, and relentless.

  He was the eldest of the Takeda siblings, with his younger sister, Hinata, just a year behind him. They were children of an elite family, their name spoken with admiration and envy in high society. Many sought their friendship, but few truly understood them.

  Hinata, raised under the strict guidance of their mother, Emi, was not as bold as her brother—but she was cunning. Their mother, the formidable lady of Takeda Industries and wife of Akira Takeda, had taught her daughter the art of survival in the corporate world.

  Ryu, on the other hand, was raised in his father’s image. But his training had nothing to do with finance.

  Though unknown to Hinata, she was destined to inherit the Takeda empire. Ryu’s path was different. He was being shaped into something else entirely—something greater.

  His future lay in swordplay, in battle, in a secret world hidden from ordinary eyes.

  The Mirror World Observation Society (MWOS).

  One of the three highest seats belonged to Akira Takeda, Ryu’s father. Those who controlled MWOS held power beyond imagination, ruling by a system of rank. Each Ranker wielded a chosen weapon—one not just forged by steel but bound by a demon’s soul.

  The weapon chooses its wielder.

  Ryu’s time would come. His fate had already begun to unfold.

  But that is a story for another day.

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