Raizo Ryuunosuke was seventeen when he died.
Born in Osaka to a family that valued discipline above all else, he'd shown talent early, and at the young age of five, he could execute kicks that made grown men wince. At eight, he'd won his first junior tournament. By twelve, he'd master every technique his local dojo could teach him, so he left, and by seventeen, he'd earned a reputation as the prodigy who fought like someone twice his age. He never wanted wealth or recognition beyond the respect of those who understood what mastery cost.
He just wanted to be better tomorrow than he was today.
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First Person Pov: Raizo
The first shot was loud, then I woke up in my childhood home.
The walls were a pale blue with scuff marks near the baseboard where I'd accidentally kicked a soccer ball indoors at seven. That ceiling, with the paint stain shaped like a dragon that I'd stared at every morning. But it felt wrong, I didn't know how to describe it, but it felt empty.
"Hello?"
There was a brief moment of silence before the wheels appeared; there were four of them, massive and materializing in the center of the room, each taller than me and covered in symbols that shifted constantly. I stepped closer, trying to read them, but I couldn't; the characters were familiar in shape, like kanji, but not quite.
Then the wheels began to spin, with each wheel rotating at different speeds. The first wheel slowed, then stop and symbols turned into words I could now read.
THE SIX EYES
Perception: See all energy flows with perfect clarity, type, amount, and density across vast distances.
Analysis: Read energy patterns to understand techniques, predict movements, and identify weaknesses.
Control: Near-zero energy loss. Manipulate energy at the finest level with absolute precision.
Passive: Always active and senses the environment through energy, even without vision.
Limitation: Cannot create energy. Extended use causes mental fatigue.
Then a black blindfold materialized in my hand, with the second wheel already slowing down, and another word showed up that I could read.
SOUL TRANSMIGRATION
Your soul will transfer into another vessel, and the body you knew is gone. The destination is determined by the remaining wheels.
The third wheel, slowing down.
ORPHAN HUMAN CHILD - AGE 12 - FOREST DWELLER
A healthy body, with no family, lives in the wilderness in isolation.
The fourth wheel spun the longest, with symbols dancing faster than the others. It slowed, then stopped.
DRAGON BALL
A world where warriors harness ki for superhuman abilities.
Current period: A young martial artist named Son Goku trains under Master Roshi, the Turtle Hermit.
I knew that name, Goku. Everyone knew that name, even people who'd never watched anime. He was a super Saiyan, whatever that meant, and fought Frieza, who was some type of alien tyrant.
The room then began to dissolve, and I looked down at my hands, watching them fade to translucency, with the last thing I saw being the blindfold.
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I felt sensation first; there was a rough ground beneath me, uneven and hard, then sound with birds and insects. I opened my eyes, and the world exploded.
There was energy everywhere, with ki flowing through my body through channels that I could see clearly, they were bright lines of energy following pathways I'd never known existed.
I tried to sit up and the world spun. My center of gravity was off due to my shorter limbs and different muscle memory. I pressed my palm against the ground, steadying myself.
Through the contact, I could feel the earth's energy. It was vast, with the Six Eyes showing me everything. I could sense ki signatures kilometers away, it was faint but distinct, there was something large to the west with multiple smaller sources to the north.
It was overwhelming like going from black and white to seeing the full spectrum, except the spectrum had a thousand new colors I'd never imagined, I put on the blindfold, and the sensory overload was less now with the ki flows being manageable now.