Chapter 1: Fight

Koti's heart pounded in his chest as he stood in the center of the grand Olympic arena, the bright lights reflecting off his glistening muscles. He was a 31-year-old world champion, revered for his unparalleled skill and determination in the sport of boxing. Tall and sturdy, with a chiseled physique honed through years of rigorous training, Koti commanded attention with his commanding presence.

His jet-black hair was cropped short, emphasizing his sharp, focused eyes that shimmered with a hint of fiery determination. The scar on his left cheek served as a constant reminder of the countless battles he had fought to reach this defining moment in his career. He exuded a quiet confidence, a warrior's spirit etched into every sinew of his being.

Across the ring stood his adversary, a formidable opponent worthy of the final match. The crowd roared with anticipation, the atmosphere electric. This was the pinnacle of their sport, the Olympics, where the best of the best gathered to compete. Koti's opponent was no exception.

His opponent, known as Aleksandr, was a towering figure with a shaved head that glistened under the bright lights. Thick muscles rippled beneath his bronzed skin, a testament to his relentless dedication to his craft. His piercing blue eyes glinted with a primal ferocity, betraying the fierce determination within.

The bell rang, and the crowd hushed in anticipation. Koti and Aleksandr circled each other, eyes locked, bodies tense. The air crackled with energy as they began their dance of controlled chaos. Each movement was precise, calculated, as they exchanged a flurry of blows. The crowd erupted in cheers with every punch thrown, the arena alive with the spectacle of their skill and strength.

Koti's every fiber burned with determination, his focus unwavering. He danced around the ring, his footwork graceful yet powerful, always seeking the perfect angle to strike. He ducked and weaved, slipping past Aleksandr's attempts to land a decisive blow.

Then, in a fleeting moment of vulnerability, Koti saw his opportunity. He pivoted on his back foot, the energy coiled within him, ready to release in a devastating uppercut. He launched himself forward, his fist hurtling through the air towards Aleksandr's chin, victory within his grasp.

But fate had other plans.

In that very moment, as Koti's fist traveled toward its intended target, a deafening gunshot rang out from the depths of the crowd. Time seemed to freeze, and Koti's world shattered in an instant.

The sniper's bullet found its mark with chilling precision. The impact tore through Koti's skull, obliterating his dreams, and extinguishing the flame of his triumph. His head exploded in a crimson burst of destruction, the arena consumed by chaos and horror.

And then, darkness.

Koti's senses awakened slowly, as if emerging from a deep slumber. He blinked, disoriented, and found himself in a strange world he could barely comprehend. He was no longer a champion, nor a grown man. Instead, he was a mere baby, vulnerable and helpless.

He lay on the moss-covered ground in the heart of a dense forest. Towering trees loomed overhead, casting long shadows that danced with the gentle breeze. Koti's eyes widened with wonder as he took in his surroundings, his infantile mind struggling to process the unfamiliar sights and sounds.

As he attempted to move, Koti discovered the limitations of his new form. His limbs felt weak and uncoordinated, each movement requiring immense effort. Yet, despite his inability to fully control his body, he sensed a newfound determination deep within him, an echo of the warrior he once was.

Suddenly

, a small spider caught his attention. It crawled closer, its delicate legs skittering across the forest floor. Koti watched, both curious and cautious, his baby blue eyes fixed on the creature. As the spider prepared to pounce upon him, a powerful presence interrupted the impending threat.

A magnificent wolf emerged from the shadows, its sleek silver fur glistening under the dappled sunlight. The wolf's eyes, a mesmerizing shade of amber, locked onto the spider with unwavering focus. In one swift motion, the wolf lunged and devoured the arachnid, saving Koti from its tiny menace.

The baby's eyes widened in amazement, a mix of awe and gratitude filling his tiny heart. In this mysterious new world, where the impossible seemed to unfold before his eyes, Koti knew that his journey had just begun.