In Stormair, a city located in Hell Terrane 2, tension reaches alarming levels inside a fortified prison carved into the snowy mountains and plagued by lightning storms. A soldier wearing a fur coat walks on patrol past the samurai's cell, who is completely immobilized by titanium bonds coated in anti-magic pure macogo. The guard stops in his tracks, looks through the slit, and notices that the prisoner's eyes remain closed, as usual. Suspecting nothing, the man proceeds on his daily route.
Far from there, the complex directors eat peacefully while monitoring the cells. Through the screens, they witness the devastating effects of that prison: the inmates suffer from severe hypothermia, trembling continuously due to the extreme cold. In addition to the physical torment, the psychological impact is overwhelming, caused by the roars of the enormous thunderclaps that infest and disturb the prisoners' minds.
Meanwhile, on the outside, the city of Stormair sprawls beneath a colossal technological dome, designed to repel the lightning and the constant, torrential rains of the region. Oblivious to the horror of the penitentiary complex, the residents move peacefully between their homes and workplaces aboard flying cars. Recently, a revolutionary innovation emerged in society: the teleportation machine. Because it requires astronomical resources to manufacture, the few existing units are prohibitively expensive, granting the elite the exclusive right to use this technology.
In that same urban setting, a thin boy runs desperately through the streets.
— HEY, BOY, COME BACK HERE!!! — the owner of a bakery barks, enraged.
The youth quickly distances himself from the merchant's field of vision, seeking refuge in his secret alley. Upon reaching the hiding spot, he begins to devour the food desperately, trembling and weakened by extreme hunger. However, his brief safety is interrupted when police officers spot him and immediately advance in his direction.
Back at the mountain prison, the officers gather in a room to eat and drink in celebration of the Freedom Day of Men. The date commemorates the historical event in which humanity, once enslaved by hybrid humanoid creatures with animal traits, conquered their emancipation thanks to the heroic deeds of Jimim Graskarav.
In the darkness of the cells, one of the samurai's cellmates begins to whisper weakly:
— I... I... I'm so cold, I c... c... can't use my legs! — The tears streaming down his face freeze instantly upon contact with the frigid air. — Someone help me... — The man collapses inert onto the floor.
At that exact moment, the cell begins to emanate a sinister and oppressive aura. The energy is so overwhelming that the entire prison complex detects the anomaly. Interrompendo their celebration, the officers rush to the monitoring screens to track the path taken by the dark mist.
At that instant, the samurai opens his eyes. From his pupils, a thick cloud of shadows resembling bats begins to emerge. He passes his tongue over his dry lips and utters:
— What a disgusting place! Even on a holiday of liberation, things of this level can happen. — The warrior stares at the lifeless body of his cellmate and adds: — Lamentable! —
With terrifying ease, the titanium that blocked his movements is shattered and cut by his bare hands. The man walks calmly toward the exit. Through the loudspeakers, the security system triggers in a panic:
— ATTENTION!!! THE PRISONER ON THE WEST SIDE HAS JUST FREED HIMSELF FROM HIS BONDS! —
Noticing the presence of a surveillance camera in his cell, the samurai executes a cutting motion with such speed that the movement of his hand becomes completely imperceptible to the human eye; the device is destroyed instantly. Right after, his ears catch the echo of heavy marching steps approaching. With a single push, he hurls the heavy cast-steel door right out of the cell structure.
In the control room, shock takes over the operators:
— How did he manage to break out of the titanium? That thing is anti-magic! —
One of the officers replies, trembling and terrified:
— He didn't use magic, and apparently not even pure macogo... — The man takes a dramatic pause before concluding: — That was raw brute force! —
The first fleet of soldiers intercepts the samurai in the corridor.
— STOP RIGHT THERE, OR WE OPEN FIRE! —
— What a bad joke, huh! — the samurai retorts with disdain.
Without hesitation, the troops initiate an intense barrage of gunfire. However, to the misfortune of the combatants and the officers watching through the cameras, the scene that followed was pure terror. Using only his bare hands, the prisoner decapitates the entire fleet sent against him with extreme ease, ending the combat with what appeared to be a single, fluid strike.
On the other side of the complex, the maximum alert warning echoes through the corridors:
— GET READY! THE DEVIL HAS BROKEN LOOSE! —
Upon hearing the message, the remaining soldiers collapse into a panic and begin to tremble. They draw their weapons in a rush and position themselves to contain the west wing. Upon discovering that the first containment group was completely exterminated, general panic sets in, until a soldier wearing a beanie tries to restore order:
— That was against a squad of 10 soldiers, I doubt he can kill 300! —
The combatants begin to agree, regaining their spirit and lining up in readiness to fire. The door slides open slowly, revealing a completely empty corridor. In the very next millisecond, a voice echoes from the group's blind spot:
— I disagree with you! The real question is who out of these 300 is going to survive. —
The samurai suddenly appears behind the soldier in the beanie and tears his head off. The rest of the battalion notices the attack and tries to open fire, but, one by one, they are brutally sliced. Their bodies are divided in half in a merciless massacre perpetrated entirely by bare hands, annihilating the platoon of three hundred men.
Only one soldier survives the initial onslaught. Sustaining an immense cut to his chest, he tries to crawl desperately along the floor, leaving a thick trail of blood that gives away his path. The samurai walks calmly toward him.
— PLEASE! I HAVE A FAMILY! — the survivor pleads in agony.
The samurai stares at him coldly and replies:
— The others had them too, and for what reason would I spare you for a reason everyone had? Wouldn't that be a bit arrogant on my part, leaving only you alive because you have a family? —
— I CAN REVEAL WHERE THE OFFICERS ARE! — the soldier bargains, trembling.
— On top of futile reasons, you are still going to betray your superiors... Lamentable! —
The samurai raises his arm and begins to concentrate his pure macogo. Unlike other users, the energy does not display the conventional white hue, but rather an intense and sinister purple color. He executes the motion of a vertical cut.
The force of the strike is so massive that the very mountain where the prison facility was built is sliced in half. The structure collapses and a violent landslide of earth and rock begins, mixing with the snow and generating an avalanche of catastrophic proportions.
— WHAT HAVE YOU DONE! — screams the soldier in his final moments.
— Just what is fair — the executioner responds, disappearing completely from the wounded man's field of vision.
In the command room, the superior officers witness the total destruction of the base through the last video signals. Aborting any defense plans, they rush toward the emergency escape route: a room equipped with the teleportation device. Each of the commanders manages to evacuate in time, at the exact instant the prison is buried and consumed by the mass of snow.
Faced with the avalanche advancing relentlessly, the samurai stands firm. Concentrating his purple macogo, he performs a sequence of cuts with his open hand, altering the trajectory of the snow mass, dividing the avalanche into multiple smaller pieces and completely dissipating its dangerous impact.
Inside the boundaries of Stormair's dome, the deafening roar of the avalanche echoes through the surroundings, startling the boy and the police officers chasing him. Taking advantage of the distraction caused by the noise, the youth accelerates his pace in an attempt to escape, but the officers regain their focus and restart the hunt. The pursuit ends abruptly when two large police officers corner him in a dead-end street, blocking any escape route.
— You know what we do to little thieves in this city, right? — one of them asks maliciously.
The officers initiate a brutal beating against the youth, delivering severe blows that cover his body in bruises. Even fallen to the ground, the boy still tries to crawl away. Angered by the victim's persistence, one of the officers begins to land violent kicks against his ribs.
While the assault occurs in the alley, the scene cuts briefly to the fugitive officers who managed to save themselves through the teleportation machine:
— And by any chance, what was that samurai's name? — one officer questions his companion.
The other replies, thoughtfully:
— His name! —
Back in the alley, faced with the cowardly conduct of the policeman, a man wrapped in pure darkness emerges from the shadows. With an imperceptible movement, he cuts one of the policemen in half.
The victim's partner recoils in complete shock, looking around in desperation:
— WHAT IS THIS? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS! —
The policeman tries to run to save his own life, but he is sliced in half before even completing his first step. Fallen on the ground, with blurred vision and his eyes displaying a purple reflection, the boy observes the dark figure and inquires with a weak, debilitated voice:
— Who... who are you? —
The samurai directs his stern gaze toward the beaten, bloodied youth, connecting his answer to the question left by the officers in the teleportation room:
— The name of that samurai was... — The warrior takes a pause and finishes with dominance: — You can call me... Nobaro, the greatest samurai to ever step foot in this world. —