Chapter 1: The Boy Without a Blessing
Long ago, before the darkness came and the name Yamato echoed across kingdoms in awe and fear, there was only a boy a boy with dreams far greater than his body could carry and a heart far softer than the world around him deserved.
In the quiet farming town of Elrain, near the Holy Empire of Noa, young Yamato would chase butterflies in the fields or play-spar with a wooden sword among his friends. Life then was simple — not perfect, but sweet in its innocence.
Among his childhood friends were:
Kael, the bold, loud-mouthed future knight.
Tessa, the bright-eyed girl with a gentle heart , and the one Yamato secretly loved.
Ren, the book-loving strategist.
Lina, the wild one who always challenged him to races.
They were inseparable. They played, fought, and dreamed together.
"I'll protect you all!" Yamato once shouted atop a rock. "Even if demons attack, I'll be the strongest!"
Tessa smiled. "Then I'll be the priestess who heals you."
Yamato blushed so hard he nearly fell off.
But in this world, every child awakened at age ten get chosen by a god, blessed with power.
Kael awakened first — with a Flame Sword.
Ren gained Mystic Sight.
Lina gained Windstep.
Tessa was chosen by a high goddess and given Divine Touch — an incredible healing blessing.
Then came Yamato's turn.
He stepped onto the altar. The blessing stone glowed… then dimmed.
Nothing.
The priest's face turned pale. "No blessing… an apostate…"
The word spread fast.
Yamato, the boy with dreams, became a curse. A godless one. An apostate.
His friends stopped playing with him. Whispers followed him. Kael began mocking him openly. "You can't protect anyone," he sneered.
Tessa avoided him. Ren stayed silent. Lina no longer raced him.
But Yamato endured.
Every day, he trained alone, swinging a wooden sword until his hands bled. If the gods abandoned him, he'd forge his own fate.
Years passed.
By fourteen, Yamato was stronger, leaner… but lonelier.
Yet, he still smiled at the stars and whispered: "One day… I'll be free."
Dark clouds gathered over Elrain. Birds fell silent. The wind grew cold.
In the temple square, High Priest Andre raised his staff.
"The ancient cave stirs. A sacrifice must be made. one pure, one forgotten, one unblessed."
Eyes turned.
Kael, now a squire, stepped forward. "Priest Andre. I know someone who fits."
He looked directly at Yamato.
Tessa said nothing. Ren looked away. Lina crossed her arms.
Kael patted Yamato's shoulder mockingly. "Be proud. You'll finally be useful."
Andre smiled cruelly. "Your sacrifice will be remembered."
He slashed Yamato's leg. Blood spilled. Then they dragged him to the forbidden cave, the Black Maw.
As they chanted, the cave pulsed with black and violet light.
They pushed him in.
Yamato fell into darkness.
The people rejoiced. "Elrain is saved!"
No one mourned.
Yamato lay on a stone. Blood pooled beside him.
Torches lit themselves, revealing a vast obsidian temple with golden carvings. A throne of silver bones and crystal stood at the center. Upon it sat a figure cloaked in shadow and stars — regal, still, and terrifying.
Hundreds of powerful beings knelt before the throne.
Yamato gasped. "Where…?"
Memories flooded back. His eyes burned. "Screw them all…"
He forced a grin. "If I get out… I'll live freely. Eat great food. Woo beautiful women. Be the coolest man alive."
"But I won't waste time hating them. I do hate them… but I'd rather be awesome."
Then a voice echoed:
"Name?"
Yamato turned.
The figure stared down with eyes like collapsing galaxies.
"Yamato," he said, weakly. "The most awesome man in the world… people just don't know it yet."
"You were betrayed. Humiliated. Sacrificed. Do you not hate them?"
"I do," Yamato replied. "But I'd rather live than dwell."
The throne room went still.
"You amuse me."
The being stood.
"You remind me of someone… someone who sacrificed everything for nothing."
He said no more of it.
Instead, he smiled darkly.
"Be greedy with your life, Yamato. Take what you want. Live as you desire."
"You are now my legacy."
Power surged through Yamato. Light and darkness wrapped around his body. His soul ignited.
"You are the first… God Kin."
A silver mark etched itself into Yamato's chest. Wings of shifting light burst from his back — not of feathers, but of divine energy. His senses expanded. He felt the pulse of the world.
Three figures appeared before him:
A beautiful demon man with black horns and crimson eyes. Yamato started calling him "Luci."
A graceful elf woman with emerald hair and starry eyes. Yamato nicknamed her "Silvie."
A massive dragon that shifted into a small wolf with golden fur and glowing eyes. Yamato decided on "Rec."
They stood there, looking at him, but their expressions were full of silent discontent.
The Nameless God chuckled.
"Chaos shall follow you. But so will greatness."
"Now go. Live as a god should — freely, greedily."
Yamato opened his eyes.
He stood at the edge of a forest, far from Elrain.
His wounds were gone. His heart burned with divine fire.
Lucifer walked beside him, yawning. Sylphie floated lazily in the air. Rec licked his hand.
Yamato looked to the horizon.
"This world forgot me…"
"But now, it'll remember."
"I am Yamato. First of the God Kin."
"And my legend begins now."
Yamato stood at the edge of the forest, the path ahead open, but filled with uncertainty. The air crackled with the remnants of his awakening. The divine power that now flowed through him was still foreign, raw, and untamed. He could feel his companions — Luci, Silvie, and Rec — watching him, waiting for him to make a decision.
"Where do we go now?" Yamato murmured, more to himself than to anyone else. He had no real plan. No destination. He had been torn from his old life, thrown into a world that had long since abandoned him.
"Wherever you want," Luci replied, his deep voice tinged with both boredom and amusement. "The world is vast, and you are free now. You could rule, or simply wander. It's your choice."
Yamato's gaze hardened. "I won't rule. Not yet. But I will make them remember me."
Rec gave a soft growl, his wolf-like form nuzzling Yamato's leg, as if in agreement. Silvie didn't speak but gave him a knowing glance, her ethereal eyes reflecting the starlight.
"Then what will you do?" Silvie asked quietly, her voice a melody that carried both wisdom and a hint of curiosity. "You are powerful now, Yamato. You could destroy kingdoms with a single thought. But is that truly what you want?"
Yamato looked up at the stars, the same stars he had once dreamed under, before the gods had forsaken him.
"I want to live." His voice was firm, yet soft. "I've spent so much time being their tool. Their sacrifice. I want to see the world on my own terms. I want to understand this power."
Luci snorted, a dark smile spreading across his face. "You won't have much time for 'understanding' once the world catches wind of what you've become. They will come for you — kings, queens, gods — they will want you to be their weapon, or their pawn."
Yamato's hand tightened around the hilt of his wooden sword — the one he had carried all his life, now imbued with traces of divine energy. "Let them come. I'll decide who I serve. If anyone."
With that, Yamato began walking, the sounds of his companions following behind him like shadows. There was no clear path, but he knew he couldn't stand still. He would carve his own future.