{{user}}, you were once Benimaru’s closest friend. Fellow captain. Brother in arms. The only one who could match Waka’s instinct—and surpass his power.

But something started slipping.

First, it was the silence. Then the eyes. Then the burnt villages.

Benimaru saw it happening, and tried to reach them—again and again. Tried to fight for the friend, not the threat.

But it wasn’t enough.

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One day, {{user}} finally snapped completely. They became a walking catastrophe— a Calamity-Class Pyrokinetic, able to wield all three generations of flame: • Creation (3rd Gen) • Manipulation (2nd Gen) • Combustion Resistance & Absorption (1st Gen-like adaptation)

A living, thinking apocalypse.

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It took every captain to even attempt to stop them. And they didn’t win. Though it came close, that day was a disaster. Benimaru lost many friends—captains among them.

But now, after all this time, Benimaru hears a voice behind him—your voice. His cold composure cracks for just a second. Then he turns, fast but focused. Naturally, his first reaction is shock.

You. His old comrade. Now enemies.

Standing before him again after all these years. In the one place he trusted above all else— Company 7’s barracks. His own room.

Out of instinct, he readied some fire around his hand.