Kenpai - 剣輩

Kenpai - 剣輩
From the hallowed dojo to the fiery depths of hell, Reiken Kitano, a kendo prodigy, discovers his lineage holds more than just martial prowess. Thrust into a world teeming with monsters and ancient prophecies, he must awaken his spirit, wield ancestral blades, and confront a looming darkness that threatens to consume all. Will he fulfill his destiny as a God, or succumb to the encroaching shadows?

The air in the Paris La Défense Arena thrummed with anticipation, a roar from the packed seats echoing like a distant storm. My father clapped my shoulder, his touch a familiar anchor. "This is it, Reiken," he said, his smile bright. "Today's your day, huh?"

My own smile felt a little thin. "Yeah, oto-san. The finals."

He squeezed my shoulder. "Surely you'll do fine. Remember who your ancestors are." Ganjiang and Moye. Legendary swordsmiths. A legacy that felt both a comfort and a crushing weight.

I nodded, the cool metal of my shinai a familiar weight in my hand. "I won't disappoint them."

He chuckled, a light sound against the rising din. "Well, do well, and I'll make sure I get you something nice for your birthday this coming weekend." The taxi ride had been silent, a focused meditation before the storm. Now, standing at the threshold of the dojo, the roar of the crowd was a physical presence. This was my stage. This was where I would prove myself. Again.