FISTTONOI
ARC 1: INTRODUCTION ARC
CHAPTER 1: "Awakening of the Fists"
In the year 1200 AD when sin and crime had increased all over the world and people were killing each other. Sin had spread everywhere.
The wind howled over the frost-bitten cliffs, swirling snow into blinding sheets of white. The sky about was a steel-grey dome, heavy with clouds that hadn't parted in weeks. And yet, beneath the storm, 200 monks sat perfectly still in deep meditation. Their robes clung to thin bodies, their beards stiff with ice. They had been here for decades—fasting, praying, enduring all seasons—waiting for a sign.
Humanity has lost its way. The monks had seen it themselves. The world was consumed by crimes and cruelty. Even the pure—hearted were not spared. Villages burned, families shattered, children died with no one to protect them. Sin reigned. And the gods remained silent.
Until now.
A faint golden shimmer broke through the heavens.
One of the monks slowly opened his eyes.
"Did you feel that?" whispered Rudramuni, the eldest among them, his voice like dry leaves rustling in winter.
Vayunath, the youngest, opened his eyes next, nodding slowly.
"The skies… they shifted."
Another voice, calm and resonant, joined in— Devyansh, the monk who had never spoken in years.
"The time has come. We must speak."
They stood, gathering at the center of the sacred circle etched into the snow—covered ground a symbol carved decades ago when they began their penance
Taposhri, the female among them, folded her palms. "Lord Shiva give us the strength to protect the innocent"
Nirvaan, the tall and unwavering even in the cold, raised his hand. "We call upon you, O Mahadev," he said, voice thundering through the mountain's silence. "Give us the strength to protect the innocent. Not for glory. Not for vengeance. But to restore balance."
Their voice rose in unison. "OM NAMAH SHIVAYA."
The air thickened. A deep hum echoed through the sky. The clouds parted with a soft, unnatural glow. A powerful presence descended from the heavens blinding, yet comforting. From the heart of the light, a shape emerged.
Lord Shiva.
His form was radiant and vast, dreadlocks swirling like galaxies, his eyes deep as the cosmic sea. The trishul in his hand pulsed with energy.
"You have endured long," he said, his voice neither loud nor soft just true. "Twenty-five years…. Through storms, hunger, and silence."
Rudramuni stepped forward and bowed. "Lord, we seek not salvation for ourselves. But a weapon for the world."
Taposhri added, "A power that will help us protect the innocent… and teach others to do the same."
Shiva's eyes flickered with approval.
"You wish to pass this gift to others?" he asked.
"Yes, Lord," said Vayunath. "Let this not end with us. Let it begin with us."
A faint smile touched Shiva's lips.
"So be it."
He lifted his right hand. The sky trembled. Light exploded from his palm, forming six glowing sigils that hovered in the air like burning stars.
"I will grant you a set of mystical powers — in the form of FISTS. Each with its own nature, strength, and evolution."
The wind stopped. The mountain grew still.
"These are not toys," Shiva warned. "They are truth given shape. Some will destroy. Some will protect. But all will change their wielder forever."
He pointed toward the burning symbols, and his voice deepened.
> "The six most powerful among them shall be:
FIRE FIST – Raging divine heat.
BLACKONOI FIST – Darkness that consumes evil.
DRAGONOI FIST – Strength and form of the cosmic beast.
REDONOI FIST – Will of the eternal spirit.
FREZZONOI FIST – Cold that halts even time.
LIGHTNING FIST – Speed of divine judgment."
"These two will be capable of evolving to Level Seven, like Fire fist And Blackonoi fist the absolute peak of power."
But Other 4 fist like Dragonoi fist, Redonoi fist, Frezzonoi fist and Lightning fist capable of evolving to level six."
"But they are not for everyone."
He turned his gaze to them, stern now.
"Only a few in each generation will be able to hold these fists. They demand more than strength — they require balance."
Rudramuni asked, "And for the rest of the people?
Shiva nodded, waving his hand. More symbols appeared, floating gently like lotus petals.
"There are many other fists — powerful, unique, and purposeful. They too can fight evil, though they will evolve only up to Level Five. But in the right hands… they can change the world."
The monks stood in reverent silence.
Then Nirvaan spoke, his voice resolute, "We accept this divine duty."
"And we will teach it," said Devyansh. "To the right souls only."
Shiva's body began to rise, returning to the heavens, the symbols fading into their skin like tattoos of flame and frost.
"Then go," he said. "Protect the world. You are now the First Mystical Fist Fighter."
Along with Rudramani, Vayunath, Devyansh, Taposhri, and Nirvan — these five main Monks, and 195 other Rishis who came from various countries, spread out into their respective regions. They confronted evil everywhere and struck down the wicked. Different types of 'Fist' powers, some of which were as mighty as ghostly forces, were with them. Ultimately, they achieved victory over evil.
Letters began arriving for Rudramani from all over the world, stating that the evils had been eliminated. Rudramani said to Taposhri, "Letters have come from all the Monks saying we have defeated evil. But this is Kali Yuga; here, evils will not be completely eradicated. We must now send a message to all Monks that from now on, we will protect the innocent and train them in this 'Fist' power."
Rudramani wrote letters for all the Monks. He knew many languages, so he prepared messages in every language and sent them. Soon, all the Monks gathered in Himachal, India. Rudramani said, "We had made a promise to Lord Shivji. Now, we will go to different countries all over the world and train people in the 'Fist' power."
Shi Wu Kong, a respected monk from the Southern Song Dynasty, said, "Yes, why not! We shall certainly do this."
Monk Kenshin, a monk from the Kamakura Shogunate, suggested, "But shouldn't we also choose a leader?"
Rudramani said, "We five shall remain – you, Shi Wu Kong, Monk Kenshin, Master Haewon, Monk Volkov, and I, Rudramani. Together, we will instruct all other Monks on how to train people in this 'Fist' power. And if any innocent person has a dilemma, they can directly speak with you. Whenever there is an important meeting, we will all meet here."
Master Haewon, a monk from the Goryeo Dynasty, said, "This is a very good idea. I agree."
Monk Volkov, a monk from Kievan Rus', also agreed, saying, "I also agree. And yes, we will all respect each other's cultures."
These five monks together conveyed this message to all the Monks, and everyone agreed. Vayunath, Devyansh, Taposhri, and Nirvan also consented to this decision.
Slowly, days passed and years went by. The monks trained people in this power, but only a few across the world could learn it. This power was very rare, and acquiring it and undergoing its training was extremely difficult. Nevertheless, there were many humans who never gave up and were determined to learn it.
Approximately **791 years later, around 1991, ** people began calling these mysterious 'Fist' fighters and heroes 'Fisttonoi'. Later, the monks of India, Russia, Japan, China, and South Korea also **officially adopted this name: FISTTONOI. **
**June 9, 2025**
**Lonavala, Maharashtra, India**
**EVERGREEN RECOVERY HOSPITAL (LONAVALA)**
Rain gently tapped on the window. Inside the quiet ICU room, machines made soft beeping sounds next to Lewosito, who lay still. He had been unconscious for six years.
Doctor Alex looked at Lewosito's medical report on a bright tablet. Atharv stood nearby, looking very stressed, his arms crossed. He watched his friend closely.
**ATHARV: **
"It's been six years. Now his heart rate is suddenly going up? What does this mean, Doctor?"
Doctor Alex put the tablet down. He spoke calmly but seriously.
**DOCTOR ALEX: **
"His brain scans show strange activity. Something inside him is… waking him up. He's going into deep sleep dreaming. This hasn't happened in years."
**ATHARV: **
"What about the damage? His head—his brain—wasn't it very bad?"
Alex nodded slowly.
**DOCTOR ALEX: **
"Yes. The injury hurt the part of his brain that stores memory. It's possible he won't remember who he is, who you are… or even simple things about his life."
**ATHARV: **
"But he will live?"
**DOCTOR ALEX (after a pause): **
"Physically, yes. But mentally… we need to be careful. Sudden shocks or strong memories could be dangerous. They could even kill him."
**DOCTOR ALEX (looking at the heart monitor): **
"He will wake up soon. When he does, I want you to keep things simple. Don't talk about the fight. Don't talk about… his power."
Atharv clenched his jaw tightly and nodded. He accepted the hard task.
Lewosito moved a little. His fingers curled up.
A dark, broken picture flashed in Lewosito's dream.
He saw himself lying on the ground, covered in blood.
His hands were shaking, and his chest was barely moving.
In front of him, a dark figure stood tall. Its face was hidden, but its eyes glowed red and stared at him.
The air around him felt hot, like it was burning. The ground was cracked.
And all Lewosito could feel was intense pain.
"Why… can't I move…?" he thought.
The figure slowly stepped closer.
He gasped and woke up suddenly, in a panic. He was breathing fast.
**LEWOSITO (yelling): **
"Where am I?! WHO AM I?!"
He looked at his bandaged hands, then touched his head, which was also wrapped in a thick white bandage.
**LEWOSITO (breathing hard): **
"Why can't I remember anything…?!"
The machines beside him beeped faster and louder. Atharv quickly came into the room.
**ATHARV: **
"Lewo—calm down! You are safe! You've been in a coma. You're in a hospital."
**LEWOSITO (staring): **
"...Lewo...?"
**ATHARV (softly): **
"That's your name. Lewosito."
LEWOSITO stared, his eyes wide with confusion. The doctor and atharv, standing over him, was a stranger.
DOCTOR ALEX:
"You've been in a coma for the past six years."
Lewosito's lips trembled. His voice was shaky, confused.
LEWOSITO:
"Six… years? W-who are you people…?"
Doctor Alex stepped forward, adjusting his glasses.
DOCTOR ALEX:
"I'm Dr. Alex. I've been monitoring your condition all these years. And this is Atharv—your caretaker."
Atharv flinched slightly.
ATHARV:
"…What?"
Dr. Alex continued without looking at him.
DOCTOR ALEX:
"We've waited a long time for you to wake up. You've lost all memory of your past… due to a terrible accident."
Lewosito grabbed his head in pain, his face twisted in confusion.
LEWOSITO (groaning):
"An… accident? I… I don't remember anything. My body… it still hurts inside. And my head—my head feels like it's going to explode!"
DOCTOR ALEX:
"Your internal injuries are still healing. You can walk, but don't try to run. Not yet. Atharv will take care of you from now on."
ATHARV (softly):
"I am your career taker. And I am the one who brought you to the hospital.
Lewosito looked lost.
LEWOSITO:
"I don't understand any of this...
DOCTOR ALEX (firmly):
"Then don't push yourself. Take rest for now. No stress. Do you understand?"
Lewosito gave a slow nod.
LEWOSITO (quietly):
"…Alright."
Dr. Alex and Atharv stepped outside the room, where the hallway was silent except for the faint sound of rain outside the window.
ATHARV (angrily):
"Why did you lie to him? You could've told him the truth—that he was in a fight, not some accident. And what was that about me being his caretaker? I'm his friend. His closest friend."
Dr. Alex exhaled, staying calm.
DOCTOR ALEX:
"I already told you, Atharv. If I had told him the truth—that he nearly died in a brutal battle—he would've gone into shock. His brain isn't stable. He's barely recovering from trauma. Sudden shocks… could kill him."
Atharv clenched his fists.
ATHARV:
"Still… you could've at least told him I was his friend. I've waited six years for this moment…"
Dr. Alex finally turned to face him.
DOCTOR ALEX:
"Until his memories return on their own, no one is to talk about his past. Not even you. Memory-loss patients often face emotional turbulence. Sudden truths can trigger lethal breakdowns. So, I'm warning you—don't push him."
Atharv looked away, defeated.
ATHARV:
"…Fine."
DOCTOR ALEX:
"Tomorrow, take him to Mumbai. That flat of yours—it's in Bandra, right?"
ATHARV:
"Yes… It's a little away from the station. Quiet."
DOCTOR ALEX:
"Good. Move him there. Keep things calm. Let him slowly adjust. Understood?"
ATHARV (nods):
"Understood."
The next morning, at exactly 10:00 AM, Lewosito slowly opened his eyes. A soft breeze filtered through the hospital window. Doctor Alex stepped in with a clipboard in hand.
DOCTOR ALEX:
"How's your headache now?"
LEWOSITO:
"It still hurts a little, not much. But... I can feel the internal pain. It hasn't gone away."
DOCTOR ALEX (nodding):
"That's expected. Internal injuries take time. Six years ago, you were in critical condition. The trauma damaged your memory, and the injuries sent you into a coma."
LEWOSITO (softly):
"My accident… was it really that bad?"
DOCTOR ALEX:
"Yes, it was. But the good news is, you're being discharged today. Atharv is filling out the paperwork now. Once that's done, you're free to leave."
Lewosito didn't reply. He just looked at the doctor quietly. Moments later, Atharv entered the room holding a form.
ATHARV:
"All done. Just needs your signature, Doctor."
Doctor Alex took the file, signed it, then turned to Atharv and Lewosito.
DOCTOR ALEX:
"He still needs plenty of rest. His internal injuries aren't fully healed yet. And Lewosito, until your memory returns and your body recovers, Atharv will be looking after you."
ATHARV (muttering under his breath):
"Yeah, sure... from best friend to full-time servant."
DOCTOR ALEX:
"What was that?"
ATHARV (quickly):
"Nothing! So, shall we head out, Lewosito?"
LEWOSITO:
"Where are we going to stay?"
ATHARV:
"Mumbai. I've got a place there. You'll be safe and comfortable."
LEWOSITO:
"Alright..."
Doctor Alex and Atharv gently helped Lewosito out of the bed. He was still weak and struggled to walk properly. Supporting him, Atharv guided him slowly through the hospital corridor and into the elevator.
Outside, his car was parked near the main gate.
LEWOSITO (surprised):
"This is your car?"
ATHARV (smirking):
"Yup. All mine."
LEWOSITO (grinning):
"Wow. I thought you were poor and maybe begged for it."
ATHARV (shaking his head):
"Shut up and get in the car, you idiot."
LEWOSITO (laughing):
"Okay, okay!"
The two got into the car and began their drive toward Mumbai.
ATHARV:
"Comfortable, bro?"
LEWOSITO:
"Yeah, I'm Comfortable."
ATHARV:
"Great. It'll take us about three and a half hours to get there. We'll stop on the way at a hotel—so you can eat and take your meds."
LEWOSITO:
"Sounds good."
And so, the journey began—not just to Mumbai, but toward answers Lewosito didn't even know he needed.
"So, when will we reach the hotel?" Lewosito asked, his voice still drowsy.
Atharv kept his eyes on the road. "We're about to hit the hilly section. After that, four or five tunnels. Once we exit Khandala Point, we'll get on the Mumbai-Pune Expressway. That's where we'll stop. The hotels are there."
Lewosito nodded. "Alright... I'll just sleep until then."
Outside, the rain drummed heavily on the car's roof, like fingers pounding on a metal drum.
A muffled boom of thunder echoed, making the frame of the car tremble.
Lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a deep, rumbling growl that shook the windows.
Rain lashed at the windshield, the wipers slapping furiously to keep up.
The storm outside roared as if the sky itself was angry, but inside the car, everything was calm and insulated—like a pocket of silence amidst the chaos.
Atharv smiled, feeling the thrill of the monsoon.
"You know, Lewo... this kind of rain puts me in a really good mood. And this—this is Lonavala. The soul of Maharashtra, especially during the monsoon. Everywhere you look: lush greenery, mountain waterfalls, and mist so thick it feels like a dream."
He paused for a second, breathing it all in.
"Away from the city's madness... this place feels like magic."
Lewosito leaned closer to the window, eyes wide.
"This is insane. The view's so good, I don't even feel like leaving. Can I open the window?"
Atharv chuckled. "Go for it."
Lewosito cracked the window open slightly and took a deep breath.
"Ah! That smell... the rain-soaked earth. Man, that's bliss."
Atharv pointed ahead. "Tunnel incoming. About a kilometer away. Also, you might wanna roll that window up—rain's coming in sideways."
Lewosito nodded and shut the window.
As they entered the tunnel, darkness briefly swallowed the car. The constant rain was muted now, replaced by the hum of the tunnel's acoustics.
Within minutes, Lewosito had dozed off.
Atharv glanced at him, the smile on his face slowly fading.
If only you hadn't lost your memory, brother…
You've forgotten everything—your name, your past, your power…
I still remember the day of that fight. You were almost gone. That guy—whoever he was—I just hope he never comes back.
He tightened his grip on the steering wheel as the rain returned on the other side of the tunnel.
Later, he gently shook Lewosito awake.
"Hey... we're here. Time to eat."
Lewosito blinked his eyes open. "Which restaurant is this?"
Atharv handed him a takeaway box. "Place is called Mumbai 2 Udupi. Simple food. Let's eat here."
Lewosito opened the box and stared. "What is this?"
"Salad, bitter gourd curry, and roti," Atharv replied casually.
Lewosito took one cautious bite—and immediately spat it out, face twisted.
"Are you trying to poison me?!" he coughed.
Atharv laughed. "Relax! It's bitter, yeah. That's the karela. And yeah—are you still feeling the internal pain?"
"Yeah, it's there. No headache though," Lewosito muttered.
"Then finish your food and take the medicine. It's for your internal pain. And no arguments—you have to eat."
Lewosito looked at the box again, disgusted. "How can anyone eat this stuff? And by the way... who made you, my caretaker?"
Atharv smirked. "Eat quietly, or next time you're getting bitter gourd juice, got it?"
Lewosito gave the box a death stare like it had personally betrayed him.
Atharv handed a bottle of water to Lewosito.
"Here, drink this. And listen, if you want to use the washroom, do it now. We've still got around two hours till we reach Bandra."
Lewosito nodded, "Alright."
"Good. The washroom's right over there. I'll turn the car around and park by the gate," Atharv added. "Besides, the rain's slowed down now."
Lewosito stepped out, went to the washroom, freshened up, and returned. He got into the car with a slight sigh.
Atharv passed him a small packet. "Here, takes your medicine."
Lewosito groaned, "Dude, I just ate bitter gourd. Now again?"
"This one's sweet," Atharv lied casually.
Lewosito popped the tablet into his mouth. The moment it hit his tongue; his face twisted like a crumpled paper.
His eyes squinted. His nose wrinkled. His lips tightened like they were trying to hide. He gulped hard and shouted,
"Uwaaaagh! This is BITTER, you idiot!"
Atharv just chuckled and started the car. They continued their journey.
It was 3:30 PM when they finally reached Bandra. The traffic was intense, crawling like a tired snake.
"This traffic's insane, right?" Atharv said.
Lewosito looked up at a massive building. "Whoa. How many floors?"
"18. I live on the 16th."
"This place must be crazy expensive."
"It is," Atharv grinned. "Come on. You need rest. The elevator's here."
Lewosito looked around, then muttered, "A caretaker living in such luxury…?"
"Will you stop saying nonsense in public?!" Atharv snapped.
They entered the flat. Lewosito's eyes widened like a child at a candy store.
"This place is heaven! Four bedrooms? Two bathtubs? Wait—this TV… how big is it?"
Atharv replied "130 inches. Cost me five lakhs."
"Bro… this is not a flat. This is a palace."
Atharv smiled. "Go check your room. It's the one on the left."
Lewosito walked into his room. It was huge, modern, and had an attached bath—with another bathtub.
"And another TV?! How many inches?"
Atharv said "100. But don't get used to it. No binge-watching. You still need rest."
By 11 PM, Lewosito couldn't sleep.Resting all day had made him restless.
He walked into the kitchen.
Atharv, groggy and half-asleep,
muttered, "Sorry bro… I overslept. Dinner will be ready soon."
Lewosito nodded, then turned toward
the balcony. A crazy idea hit him. Why not take a walk outside?
Without telling Atharv, he slipped out of the building and walked a few blocks ahead.
The streets of Mumbai were still alive.
"So, this is Mumbai…" Lewosito thought. "So crowded even at night."
But he didn't notice the three strangers silently trailing him.
He crossed a street, entered a small market area—when suddenly, he felt it.
That eerie sensation.
Someone… watching him.Then BAM.
One man blocked his path.Two more approached from behind.
"Who are you guys?"Lewosito asked, heart pounding.
A deep voice answered. "So finally… you've woken up,Lewosito."
It was Tiger. From behind, Smith placed a hand on Lewosito's shoulder.
"Aww… he looks so innocent.We're supposed to kill this guy? That's boring. I thought we'd be fighting
someone powerful—someone worthy of standing beside Master..."
All three laughed mockingly.
Lewosito's mind raced. Who are these
people? Why do they want to kill me? Why are they after me?!
Smith smirked. "Want to see my power?"
He clenched his fist. A dark glow lit
up around it.
"TITAN FIST – ACTIVATED!"
Before Lewosito could even react,
Smith delivered a devastating punch to his chest. He was flung backward like a
ragdoll—slammed into the pavement, coughing blood.
He struggled to stand. Pain seared
through his body. Still, he turned and ran.
"Why is this happening to me?! What
do they want?!"
He reached a railway station. Racing
up the stairs, breathing hard—gasp gasp—he could barely stand.
Suddenly, Tiger appeared behind him
and grabbed his collar mid-run.
"You're so damn slow,"
Tiger whispered—and then threw Lewosito high into the air. FLYING KICK!
CRASH!
Lewosito was fallen far away and
smashed into the pillar and fell, gasping.
His chest burned. Blood poured from
his mouth. His vision blurred.
Gasp… gasp… gasp… I can't breathe…
What's happening to me…? Why… WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS?!
Then Priyanshu appeared, stepping
into the scene.
Tiger sneered. "Six years,Lewosito. We finally found you. Lord Ace has given us the order—"To kill you tonight."
He raised his hand.
TIGER PAW STRENGTH PUNCH.
BOOOOM!
TO BE CONTINUED….CHAPTER 2
" THE FLAME HAS AWAKENED"