Kyle was a strong man... no, stronger than the very idea of strength.
He trained until his muscles tore and rebuilt themselves a thousand times. He fought in arenas, defeated the greatest, and rose to the pinnacle of martial arts. His name was known across all continents. He had wealth, fame, respect, and glory.
And he was happy. Or so he thought.
But gradually, an emptiness began to creep in.
Fighting lost its thrill. Money no longer held meaning. Applause turned into annoying noise, and the nights felt like endless copies of one another.
Happiness vanished.
He no longer knew why he woke up each morning. He felt no purpose, no passion, no life.
So... he left.
He abandoned everything—his mansion, his training, the fighting rings—and wandered the earth without a destination. He wasn't searching for an enemy, but for himself.
And in a small, quiet village, he met her.
She was a simple girl, unaware of his world. She didn’t care about his fame, nor did she fear his strength. She spoke to him as a person—not a legend.
He fell in love.
Not because he needed love, but because she brought him back to himself.
For the first time in years, he laughed from the heart. He felt peace, not power. Tranquility, not vigilance.
From that day on, his goal was no longer to fight, but to build a new life. He longed for a family, warmth, a small home, the sound of children.
He wanted to live... not to conquer.