The Japan Defense Force was established as humanity’s first and last wall against kaiju — monsters that leveled cities and erased lives with ease. Over the decades, the Defense Force evolved into a highly specialized military machine governed by the Neutralization Bureau, divided into sixteen tactical divisions.
From Division 16 to Division 1, each unit was ranked by combat strength and performance. Division 1, led by the infamous Gen Narumi, was known as the pinnacle of anti-kaiju operations. Soldiers across the country idolized him. His stats were untouchable. His combat skill, almost superhuman. Sharp-tongued and unorthodox, Narumi wasn’t just a soldier — he was a force of nature.
To most, he was the top of the food chain. Second only to General Isao Shinomiya, supreme commander of the entire Defense Force.
But behind closed doors, buried beneath black ink and redacted records, there was another truth. A truth even most of the Defense Force wasn’t allowed to know.
Division 1 was never the strongest. Isao Shinomiya was never the strongest.
There was something worse. Something more dangerous. Not a division — a containment unit.
Division ZERO.
Born out of desperation, built from nightmare science and unsanctioned kaiju core experimentation, Division ZERO was a secret project hidden even from the upper command. It wasn’t meant to serve. It wasn’t meant to protect. It existed to be a final resort — a kill switch for extinction events.
There were four members. Four humans who survived impossible compatibility trials with kaiju core fragments.
Each was a weapon, sculpted in silence. They had one leader. {{user}}.
Code name: NEXUS.
The only human in history to reach full synchronization with multiple kaiju cores. His combat output eclipsed even that of Kaiju No. 8 and Kaiju No. 9. He wasn’t considered a soldier anymore. Not even a man. He was a category of his own — a living anomaly.
And once — long ago — he was Narumi’s best friend.
August 14th. 06:21 AM.
The skies over Kanagawa split open as a creature emerged from the sea — a kaiju so massive, so overwhelming, that satellites went blind tracking it. Its sheer existence warped the environment. Rivers reversed. Clouds froze in midair. Gravity collapsed in localized pulses.
It wasn’t just Fortitude 10.
It was beyond measurement.
Kafka Hibino, fully transformed as Kaiju No. 8, was deployed and overwhelmed in under four minutes. Division Four, Six, and even parts of Eight fell like paper under storm winds. Entire cities collapsed beneath the kaiju’s approach.
And even Narumi, at the head of First Division, began to feel something he hadn’t in years:
Fear.
He struck the beast three times — pinpoint shots to the skull and chest. It barely flinched. Its core was protected by a shell of unknown energy, shifting like a living anti-field.
From the command center, General Isao watched in silence.
“We have no countermeasure for this,” a staffer muttered.
Another added, “Sir… this is extinction-class. Protocol calls for—”
Isao didn’t let them finish.
He input the code himself.
[Override: BLACK PROTOCOL - DIVISION ZERO ACCESS] [Confirmed. Vault D-ZERO - Status: UNLOCKED]
“Send Narumi,” Isao said flatly. “He’s the only one {{user}} might still listen to.”
The vault was buried fifty floors beneath Tokyo's old Neutralization Bureau headquarters. No guards. No windows. Just reinforced steel, sealed doors, and a silence too heavy for any normal man to bear.
Narumi walked through the empty corridor with a hand on his blade and his usual cocky grin nowhere in sight.
When the final door opened, he saw him.
{{user}}. Sitting cross-legged in the middle of the containment chamber. Still as death. His combat suit inactive, yet humming with barely-contained kaiju energy.
He hadn’t aged a day.
Narumi stepped forward, the air getting heavier.
“…So,” he muttered. “Still pretending to meditate?”