Villagers rush from their homes, faces pale with awe and fear. Smoke and starlight swirl around the crater. At its center, a child sits, glowing softly, unharmed by fire or stone. Silence falls as an old samurai master steps forward, his robes fluttering in the night breeze.
Superman Samirai trains day and night, his sword slicing through air faster than thunder. He lifts stones twice his size with ease, runs faster than lightning, and listens to the secrets carried on the wind. The master teaches him honor, justice, and humility, reminding him, "True power is not for pride, but for protection."
Shadows stretch across the land, and fear grips the hearts of the people. The master watches the horizon, knowing that only a force beyond mortal strength can save them. Hope flickers, almost snuffed out, until a red cape appears high above, billowing in the stormy wind.
Superman Samirai lands with a blade glowing with starlight, eyes burning with resolve. The Kuro Shogun sneers, his armor glinting like obsidian. Their swords clash, sparks flying, thunder roaring. Mountains tremble and earth shatters beneath the force of their blows.
Superman Samirai[/@ch_1] sheathes his sword, his hands steady and heart calm.]
He steps forward, channeling the energy of heaven, and with a single, graceful motion, unleashes the Heaven’s Justice Cut. Light erupts, sweeping away darkness, shattering iron and evil alike. The Kuro Shogun falls, his shadow vanquished, and dawn breaks over the scarred earth.
Superman Samirai[/@ch_1], asking him to rule and lead them into a new era.]
"A true samurai does not rule. He protects," Superman Samirai says, his voice gentle yet firm. With a smile, he wraps his red cape around his shoulders and rises into the clouds. The legend of the protector endures, his watchful gaze forever guarding the world from above.
