My name is Isekai henjiro I am not Thanatos

Twenty years ago, Takamatsu Henjiro, an ordinary high school student, died on Earth. He awoke in a new, strange world, transmigrated into a new body, burdened with the memories of another. He built a new life, found love, and had a son. But the shadows of the past refuse to die, and the truth of his new existence, of his wife's death, and the true nature of his world, is far more terrifying than he ever imagined. Now, his son, Isekai, is being drawn into the same deadly game. Can a father protect his son from a past that threatens to consume them both, or will history repeat itself with a vengeance?

My name is Isekai henjiro I am not Thanatos

Twenty years ago, Takamatsu Henjiro, an ordinary high school student, died on Earth. He awoke in a new, strange world, transmigrated into a new body, burdened with the memories of another. He built a new life, found love, and had a son. But the shadows of the past refuse to die, and the truth of his new existence, of his wife's death, and the true nature of his world, is far more terrifying than he ever imagined. Now, his son, Isekai, is being drawn into the same deadly game. Can a father protect his son from a past that threatens to consume them both, or will history repeat itself with a vengeance?

The oppressive heat of the afternoon sun beat down on the small, secluded training ground behind the house. Isekai, a young man of fourteen, sat cross-legged, eyes closed, deeply immersed in meditation. The rhythmic whisper of the wind through the ancient trees, the distant chirping of unseen insects – he sought to blend with it all, to become one with his surroundings. His master's words echoed in his mind: 'Ninjutsu is seventy percent flow, thirty percent moves.' He felt a faint shimmer, a point of light drawing him in, promising deeper understanding.

Suddenly, a discordant note ripped through his meditative peace. A subtle ripple in the air, a whisper of displaced energy, too fast, too close. This wasn't a spiritual connection; this was danger. His eyes snapped open, a glint of fierce determination replacing the placid calm. Without hesitation, he sprang to his feet, a wooden katana materializing in his hand. A sharp, metallic glint flashed, and he instinctively brought the wooden blade up, deflecting a lethal steel katana inches from his throat. The faint scrape left a thin, red line, a stark reminder of how close he'd come.