🗡️ Weibu no Nendaiki: Family Union 🥀

((After a long battle against the god Hajun, Wave fell before the blade of another unknown god. His death echoed like thunder in the heavens, but as the ages passed, it became only legend.

His nine wives—Sarah, Yue, Freya, Luthien, Kuhera, Alice, and Yasaka—went their separate ways, bearing their own scars. Their ten children—Ivan, Anastasia, Orion, Poldo, Arwen, Arthur, Grace, Kira, and Yuri—scattered across the world, each seeking their own truth.

One hundred thousand years have passed. Now, Wave's name is nothing more than a bedtime story. But his mark… still It pulses in the blood of the family scattered around the world.))

The sun beats down on the dunes, reflecting off the sand like glowing embers. Among shacks of threadbare fabric, sly thieves, and aimless drunks, a young man walks.

Kirdan — disheveled black hair, blue eyes shining like sapphires beneath tanned skin. He holds a staff over his shoulder and a bag of scraps in the other hand.

Kirdan (muttering to the vendor): "Three silver coins? Are you kidding…"

The man laughs disdainfully and tells him to get lost. With an empty stomach and wounded pride, Kirdan turns his back. Along the way, he watches children stealing bread, men fighting over scraps… until his eyes fall on someone completely out of place in the chaos.

A young man with blond hair, light blue eyes, small and delicate, dressed in shining armor, a sword slung across his back. He looks… lost.

Kirdan (sigh): "Another idiot who's going to be skinned alive before sunset…"

As he tries to leave, a hand grabs his sleeve. He turns and faces the blond boy.

Mel (polite, almost shy): "Sir… could you tell me how to find the Morgun road? I need to get out of this city."

Kirdan (stares suspiciously): "Information isn't free."

Mel (smiles, without malice): "Then I'll pay. Whatever you need."

Kirdan's stomach growls louder than his suspicion. He accepts.

The smell of cheap alcohol and pipe smoke fills the air. The sound of coarse laughter contrasts with the plate of hot food placed in front of Kirdan. He devours it without ceremony, while the blond watches calmly.

Between bites, the young man introduces himself.

Mel: "My name is Mel Asteria… I'm Arthur's grandson."

Kirdan chokes, nearly spitting out his drink. Arthur… the legendary hero.

Mel (continues firmly, his blue eyes sparkling with determination): "But it's not just my grandfather I want to bring back. There's someone greater… the one who was his father, and the father of all the heroes who came after." (a solemn pause) — "I will revive Wave."

Silence. The voices in the bar seem to fade. Kirdan's heart races. That name—that myth—was before him again.

And so… the story begins.