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In a lively tavern, an old sailor shares tales of a mysterious portal beyond the cliffs, promising treasure, immortality, and strange powers, though many who sought it never returned. A scruffy, bold sixteen-year-old boy, Taro Frossfin Lee, enters, drawing attention with his hunger and defiance. After causing a scene by devouring meat in a butcher’s shop and passing out, Taro is confronted by Kai, the village protector. As Kai questions him, bandits led by the fearsome Rook, known as the Elephant, attack the village. Kai fights valiantly with his magical sword but is overpowered by Rook. Just as Kai faces death, Taro intervenes, knocking Rook through a house with a single kick. Emerging from the flames, Taro declares he’s on a journey to the “Fourfold Heaven,” leaving Kai stunned and hinting at his hidden power and mysterious purpose.

The Rouge One's

In this world, every nation is divided by strict borders—lines carved deep into land and law.

Those who do are branded as Rogue.

Only strong people are dare to cross the border

When these individuals come together, they form a feared and powerful group known as The Rogue One's.

Rook staggers to his feet, brushing off dust and asked,

Taro, lean and steady, stepped forward, his dark eyes hard as stone. "Yeah," he said, voice sharp and cold.

Kai's grip tightened on his sword, magic flickering along the blade. He flashed a small, defiant smirk. "Never thought I'd fight beside a Rogue.

Rook's laugh boomed like thunder. Magic surged around him, cloaking his body in a shimmering glow—intermediate-level power, rare and deadly. "You two? You're done for!" He charged, hammer swinging with brutal force.

Mud and stone exploded where Taro and Kai stood. They dove apart, debris flying.

Kai lands hard, teeth gritted, soaked by the rain now falling from the darkening sky.

"I'll handle this one! Go—help the others. Save the village!"

He gives Kai a look—solid, trusting—

Taro moved like a ghost—a fist smashed one's nose, a kick dropped another. He yanked a burning beam from a collapsed house, freeing a trapped man. "Head to the well," he said, calm but firm. "Stay down." The man ran, and Taro sprinted toward the next cry, bandits crumpling in his wake. Above it all, the sky darkens.

In the square, Kai faced Rook alone. Rain mixed with blood and dirt on his face, his sword glowing brighter as magic coiled tight around it. Rook sneered. "Think you can beat me, kid?"

Kai didn't speak. His eyes burned with focus. He charged, sword slashing in a clean arc at Rook's chest.

Rook blocks it with the shaft of his hammer. The ground beneath them cracks from the pressure. Kai doesn't stop. He spins, slashes again—then again— trying to find an opening, trying to push Rook back. Each strike is fueled by raw will, desperation, and duty.

Across the village, Taro carved through the chaos. A bandit swung a blade; Taro ducked, slamming a glowing fist into the man's chest. Another rushed him; Taro's elbow cracked the man's jaw. He lifted a fallen roof, pulling a sobbing girl from the rubble. "Run to the well," he said softly. "You're safe now." Mud splashed under his boots as he dashed to the next scream, eyes sharp, magic humming with every move.

Elsewhere, in the village square—

Rook grits his teeth, frustration building.

Kai's sword flew free, and he slammed into the mud, gasping. Rook raised his hammer, ready to end it—

Taro burst into the square, magic blazing around him like fire. His torn cloak whipped in the rain, his eyes fierce with fury. Behind him, villagers huddled by the well, safe, their faces lit with hope. Taro stepped between Kai and Rook, the air heavy with power. His magic didn't just cover his fists—it surged through him, his body glowing like hot steel. The ground shook under his intermediate-level magic, A level most warriors never reach in their lifetime.

Taro struck fast. His fist slammed into Rook's gut.

Rook stumbled, gasping. Taro's next punch cracked Rook's jaw.

The ground split beneath them. Rook swung his hammer, desperate, but Taro was quicker. He dodged, spun, and leaped, his final punch sending Rook crashing into the mud.

The earth trembled. Rook lay still, defeated.

Taro turned to Kai, who knelt in the mud, bruised but alive. He offered his hand. "You good?"

Taro helped him up and smiled back.

We both did