Chapter 1 - The Light and Shadow

A hero who isn't what he seems to be, that's the type of hero I want to

become. A hero who's shrouded in mystery, with intentions

contradicting the mindsets of the personas that he has created. You

heard that right, I want to be a hero that encompasses the righteous

heart of the good with the unadulterated mind of the twisted.

      You must be wondering, why would I become a hero like that? A ruthless

 hero? A hero that almost acts like a villain? Isn't that weird and cringe? Well, let me answer that question for you.

                 Shut the fuck up.

Regular heroes are boring nowadays. They spout heroic nonsense, beats

up the bad guys, get the heroine, all that shmizzle. And I don't want to

be part of that mainstream term of a "hero". Ugh, just thinking about

becoming someone like that pisses me off.

                 The hero I want to be is one who can toy with both the mediums of good

and evil. One who brings justice to those who oppress and bring

calamity to people's lives without being soft about it. A rational hero

who doesn't hesitate to reign judgment on those who deserve it. Either

 do it in a good way or the bad way...

      I want to be the hero who serves true justice. You get what you deserve

 after all. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, you kill so be killed, you

torture so be tortured.

Whatever bad act you did, I will return that sentiment in full. Never a

partial, but the whole fill.

      But that's merely a dream I'm after.

You see, I have a desire. A desire spurred from an experience of mine.

But... you are not yet worthy to know my desire. So know your place and

enjoy that show that I'm giving to you right now.

Now, let's talk about my past life for a bit.

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In school, I was what you call an exemplary and popular student. I had

the grades, the fitness, the popularity, I had it all when I was in high

school.

But that was just a facade.

Those things were nothing compared to what I am deep inside. Rather,

those were nothing compared to the exhilarating persona that I created.

     In the day I was an honor student, but at night, I was a twisted crazy

vigilante.

        Following my dream of becoming my own twisted vision of a hero, I

scoured through the lawless parts of my city hoping to exact justice

upon those who bring tragedy to the innocent. I trained myself at night,

working myself to the bone, pushing the limits of my abilities, all for the

sake of becoming an unsuspecting ruthless valiant hero of my own

accord.

I learned several forms of martial arts, assassination techniques,

hideous torture methods, gunplay arts, and interrogation tactics, all to

equip myself with the necessary toolset to become the hero that I

envisioned. I became stronger, faster, smarter, at times my stats even

became inhuman. But that was a good thing, the rate at that I

progressed wasn't what you call human after all, and having those

overpowered qualities would only help me in my endeavors to become

the hero of my dreams

And indeed I did, after two years of working myself to the bone, I

became what you call a specialist in all fields. Night after night, I exact

my unadulterated justice onto fiends.

Gangs, terrorists, thugs, killers, lunatics, drug dealers, I slaughtered

them all. Once they caught a glimpse of my figure, they all winded up

dead for the next two seconds. The underworld of my city took note of

my presence, and those who were trying to take down my targets in the

first place became inspired by me.

I gained attention, and that was good I guess. So much attention that

they all gave me a name.

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      "Light"

After hearing about it, I was hella confused at first. Eventually, I learned

why they named me that. In the abyssal part of my city, I was their so-

called single ray of light, shining through the abyss, culling those who

shroud the city in their grudge, giving a ray of hope to those who saw

the single ray of light that I showed upon them.

    And so I accepted it, "Light". Not really a bad name as well.

        And so I continued what I wanted to do, bettering myself to become an

even more perfect version of the hero that I want to become. All the

while keeping up my facade as an honor student in my school.

  Thinking about it, being a regular exemplary student by day and a

feared vigilante by night, the thrill of being both gave me so much drive

to keep up with both personas of mine.

I liked it, the fact that nobody knows who I really am gives me so much

thrill.

At that point, I thought that I had it all, that I was slowly getting to my

goal of being my own twisted hero.

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However, I realized something, something utterly ugly. Although I have

started to become what I want, I hit a roadblock. A roadblock that I so

utterly didn't want to accept.

I'm aware that no matter how hard you train, you can't beat a fully

equipped army. If a nuke is dropped on my head, I'll be vaporized. After

all, that is the limit of biological beings.

I can't become the dark hero that I want to be if I was vaporized by a

nuke. So what is it that I need to acquire to avoid being vaporized?

I searched desperately for an answer.

I searched for months. I read every book in the library of my city, I

studied for days searching for a way to acclimate my body to combat a

nuke, and I even started believing in holy things to maybe receive divine

strength. And once I started to lose hope...

The answer then dawned on me.

      To survive... I must attain MAGIC !

However, such a thing did not exist in my world. So it was hopeless. Call

me a madman for believing that I can obtain magic, but this is my life

and my story. Anything is possible in my eyes so shut the fuck up.

    So, how do I attain magic?

       Well... the answer was simple.

I can't attain magic in THIS world, it simply does not exist. But I

definitely know that it does exist in another world. The problem is how I

would go about going to another world.

So I traveled across the Earth, searching for signs that could possibly

transport me to another world. And as I was walking through a forest. I

saw a shimmering light.

At that moment, I knew that that light was the answer. That light was

the key to going into another world. So I then sprinted towards it, I

didn't hesitate at all. If I wanted to become a hero of my envisioning,

then I should be ready to accept what was to come!

I chased after the light, I reached my hand out to it, finally about to

grasp the thing I so desperately needed.

   And then I saw it, the answer to it all, a ten-wheeler truck speeding into

me.

*crash*

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Those were my memories from before my reincarnation. Still, to think

that reincarnation exists baffles me. How could such a thing really exist I

wonder? But no matter, because I really did reincarnate into another

world...

       A WORLD OF MAGIC!!! HELL YEAH BABY!!!

*clang* *thud*

I look over to my front to see two kids near my age at the end of their

spar, the younger boy on the ground was rubbing his rump as the older

girl comes up to him to berate him.

"Whew... you're too strong Claire!" He complains.

"Stop whimpering like that. To think my youngest brother can't even

evade such a strike, you bring shame to the Kagenoh name, Cid." She

replied.

The two kids who just finished their daily training were my two siblings.

In this world, I was born into the noble family Kagenoh as the middle

child. My older sister is named Claire Kagenoh who is twelve years old

while my younger brother is named Cid Kagenoh who is ten years old.

As for me, although I remembered my name from my past life, I still had

to accept the name that was given to me in this world. And if I think

about it for a second, a new identity to mask my inner real one kinda fits

my style of a mysterious dark hero.

"Oi Cadian, why don't you help your brother out as well." She looks at

me. "Stop being so stuck up about your skills and put them to good use

for once!"

"Me? C'mon sis, you're better at teaching than I am." I playfully reply.

"Besides, I'm pretty sure that Cid wouldn't want me to spar with him

now does he?"

"N-No! Not Cadian! I don't want to fight someone who's three times

stronger than Claire!"

" . *sigh* , you two..." She comes to me and grabs me by the collar,

feigning still with an innocent smile. "Why are both ofyou so annoying

to deal with! Despite you being better at me in swordplay and magic,

you have yet to take things seriously Cadian! As for you Cid, work damn

harder to be like me!"

"Yes ma'am/Yes ma'am." I and Cid both say in unison.

"Listen here my foolish younger brothers, our family is a noble lineage

that gives birth to many powerful spellswords. You both understand

that at least, right?"

"Yup." I answer back.

"Cadian, while you do have the talent and potential, use them for the

betterment of the family for christ's sake."

"l am, don't worry about that sis. I'll just go at my own pace"

*smack*

"0-0w! What was that for?! "

"You're pace is going on and off! Be consistent for damn sake! I don't get

you at all!" She berates me.

Well, I do have my reasons for not being consistent...

"Cid, your magic prowess is at best that of an amateur. Not just that,

you're completely unremarkable in spirit, technique, and physique

unlike you're brother and me. At this rate, you won't ever be more than

an apprentice." She sighs at him.

Oh if only you know, my dear older sister...

"Observe." She hovers her hand near her sword, and in response, the

sparks and lights of magic start imbuing the sword. "If you can

manipulate magic to strengthen yourself or your sword..."

She swings her sword at the boulder near us, smashing the boulder to

bits from the magic imbued sword.

"There, even smashing boulders is an easy feat." She proudly states.

"Wooow! You're amazing, Claire! What's your trick?" Cid looks in awe,

much to my disinterest.

"Pretty amazing!" I chimed as well.

"Shut up, if you were the one who done it I bet you could've smashed an

even bigger boulder." She eyes me.

Well, if it was me who did that, I might have annihilated the entire land

of our home instead.

"Hmm nah, too much work."

"This guy... I swear... as for you, Cid, it's still impossible for you. Well,

looks like the Sun will set soon, so we'll end this training here for today."

She sheathes her sword as she stares at the setting sun over the horizon.

"I'll leave cleaning up the rocks to both of you."

    "Aww come on!" Cid complains.

        "Why am I included?!" I complain as well.

  "Because you annoyed me, as usual. Well then, see ya!" And with that,

Claire leave me and Cid to deal with her mess.

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With me and Cid now alone together

...our real selves emerge.

"He he he, HA HA HA! Oh, boy! I must say, my act of mediocrity was as

perfect as always! Isn't that right, brother?"

That's right folks, Cid, my supposed younger brother, is actually putting

up a front towards everyone except me. In reality, he's actually

completely overpowered and talented like I am. And just like me, who

wants to become my ideal dark hero, he on the other hand wants to

become an eminence of shadow

To think that he's the same type of person as I am, it feels a bit

heartwarming that I have a brother that shares the same sentiment that

I do.

  Now, how did I find out about the real him? And why is he openly

showing his true self to me? Well...

DO YOU KNOW WHO I FUCKING AM?!

I trained myself in interrogation for years, looking through his persona is

nothing to me. I even had to break a few of his ribs just to prove a point

to him. And right now, I know everything about him. About how he's a

Japanese reincarnator, his goals, his strength, everything else as well.

And with that, I told him my story as well. I told him everything too, my

past life, my goal to be my ideal dark hero, and the efforts I put into

accomplishing it. After telling him, we both gained each other's respect.                   

There was nothing to hide, so we were free to act freely with each other.

"Well done as always Cid," I said in my casual tone and not in the tones

of my two personas. "We already mastered the use of magic long ago, so

acting with ignorance was easy."

"Inhuman displays of strength or healing are possible with enough

research. In fact, I bet we can discover more applications." He said while

juggling heavy boulders as if they were as light as feathers.

"But don't forget, Cid." I picked up a boulder. "Right now, we are still no

match-" Then I threw it at him.

     *slice*

"Against a nuke!" He completed my sentence as he chops the boulder in

half. "l reject that notion! A real eminence of shadow knows no

compromise!

"How can I become a dark hero of mystery if I can't even go against

something as arbitrary as that!" I grind my teeth.

Even if I have attained magic in this new world, I am still very weak in

combatting a literal nuke! Right, I'm still in a child's body, of course, I'm

still far from powerful enough to go up against such a thing!

That is why...

"Come, Cid, we have more training to do to reach our goals! A dark hero

doesn't simply wait for power to be bestowed. To become as powerful

as the abyss, he must undergo true suffering and plight!" I exclaim.

"I've heard that bandits took up residence in the forest nearby too." He

said.

"Well then, looks like we have a live training situation in our hands." A

creepy smile formed on my face. "Ahh, it's been so long.. for justice to

be served ! "

My face churned into a frightful expression, an expression that I have

carefully crafted for months in order to make my enemies shit their

pants the moment they see it.

With a flick of a switch, I switched to one of the personas that I've

created. The "abyssal" persona that evokes true justice upon those who

deserve it.

It's time for "Light" to shine once again!

"...your face looks dumb." Cid snarked.

"That's because you're unaffected by the fear projection dumbass." I

panned. "Well then, shall we?"

.

"With pleasure!"

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