Night after night passed beneath the sky.
The shattered remains of steel and concrete left behind by the clash against The Axiom's elite were slowly lifted, rebuilt, and reinforced.
Acid rain fell, drenching the glass of newly restored buildings, followed by the glow of neon lights from a cyber city that never slept.
Seasons changed. Years slipped by like flashes of light cutting through the darkness.
No Name Corporation now stood far more solid, intimidating anyone who dared to look up at it from below.
Yet the greatest change did not lie in the architecture… but in the monsters dwelling within it.
Inside the fully restored training chamber, the sound of heavy iron echoed loudly.
CLANK! CLANK!
Tora lay on a weight bench. His arms, now covered in thick muscle with bulging veins, were holding a 300-kilogram load.
Sweat drenched his massive body, which had reached 120 kilograms of pure muscle without a trace of fat. He pushed the lift to the point of failure.
Behind him, Scyte, now grown into a deadly young man while retaining his agility, helped steady the bar.
"That's enough, Tora… aren't you overdoing it?" Scyte said with concern, veins in his arms tightening under the strain. "You're already 120 kilograms of pure muscle. Can your heart even handle it?!"
Tora exhaled deeply, then slammed the bar back onto the rack with a heavy thud.
He stood up, wiped the sweat from his body, and stared at his reflection in the mirror.
The scars across his skin told the story of years of hellish training.
"Not yet… I'm still not strong enough…" Tora muttered, his gaze far sharper than it had ever been before.
"I'll keep training until there's not a single being that can withstand my attacks… Scyte, heh."
Tora glanced at him and smirked faintly. "You hold back too much. You're already satisfied with just 90 kilograms."
Scyte rolled his eyes, leaning his elbow against the dumbbell rack. "Nah, this is enough for me. If I get any bigger, I'll lose flexibility. Remember, we're a team."
Tora let out a quiet snort, grabbed a bottle of cold water, and drank it greedily. "A team, huh… Heh. Wonder where Rare and Arrow are right now."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world…
Far from the pollution of the cyber city, dust and debris swirled through a devastated wilderness, shattered by violent energy collisions.
Rare no longer looked like the timid child who used to keep his head down.
He had grown into a tall young man with a broad, powerful physique.
In his hands, the massive sword Excalibur, which once caused him to stumble, now fit him perfectly, radiating deadly force.
He had fully mastered his control over Excalibur, manipulating gravity and the surrounding area with precision.
In front of him, a shadow darted forward.
Arrow, who had grown into the shortest and slimmest among the four, moved with extraordinary agility, dodging every swing of Rare's blade that could split the earth apart.
"Faster, Rare!" Arrow shouted, drawing his bow mid-air and releasing an energy-charged arrow.
Rare only smiled calmly. His eyes glowed.
Instead of dodging, he raised his left hand upward.
The daytime sky instantly distorted. A meteor wrapped in cosmic flames tore through the clouds, plunging straight toward Arrow.
Rare no longer lost control or broke down like before. Now, he summoned the celestial mass with absolute precision, like casting a perfect spell.
Back at No Name Corporation's main headquarters…
Tora wiped his neck with a towel, staring up at the ceiling as if piercing through the upper floors toward the sealed main laboratory.
Inside, No Name had yet to appear. For years, their boss had remained locked inside his lab, immersed in secret experiments no one knew about.
"Who knows what that guy's doing… never comes out," Tora muttered, frowning.
Scyte shrugged as he walked out of the training room, casually spinning his iron scythe. "No idea… our boss has always been weird."