Myron Malcohm Beckles was just an ordinary teenager living a typical 21st-century life-until one fateful day when a car accident changed everything. Instead of darkness, he found himself waking up in a strange world: the Taisho era in Japan, a perio...
Myron wandered through the temple ruins, feeling a strange energy in the air. Suddenly, he heard the sounds of intense combat coming from a nearby courtyard. Curious, he approached and saw a fierce battle taking place between two martial artists. One of them was a man with a stern expression and a powerful presence, his body radiating with a dark aura.
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"Who is that?" Myron wondered aloud, captivated by the man's skill and intensity.
As the fight concluded, the man with the dark aura emerged victorious. He noticed Myron watching from a distance and approached him with a cold, calculating gaze.
"You there," the man said, his voice deep and commanding. "What do you want?"
Myron swallowed hard, feeling a mix of awe and nervousness. "I was just passing by and saw your fight. You're amazing. My name's Myron. What's yours?"
The man's expression softened slightly. "Kazuya Mishima. And you? You don't look like you belong here."
Myron nodded, still trying to make sense of his new surroundings. "Yeah, I think I got transported here somehow. I'm a Demon Slayer, but this place is... different."
Kazuya raised an eyebrow. "A Demon Slayer, you say? Interesting. You must have some skill to survive in your world."
As they walked through the temple grounds, Myron and Kazuya began to talk, sharing stories of their battles and the challenges they faced.
"So, you're a fighter?" Myron asked, genuinely curious about Kazuya's background.
Kazuya nodded. "Yes. I come from a long line of fighters. My family... let's just say we have a complicated history. I've spent my life honing my skills and seeking power."
Myron could sense the weight of Kazuya's words. "Sounds like you've been through a lot. I can relate. Being a Demon Slayer isn't easy, but it's worth it to protect people."
Kazuya looked at Myron with a hint of respect. "It's rare to find someone who fights for others. Most people are driven by their own desires."
Myron smiled. "Well, I guess that's what makes us different. But we both know the value of strength and discipline."
