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Kenshi - The Code of Steel
The stars above Neo-Kyoto burned in artificial light. Skyscrapers loomed like silent sentinels against the toxic sky, while neon signs flickered, casting electric ghosts onto the rain-slick streets. Drones buzzed overhead, cybernetic enforcers patrolled every corner and yet one figure moved unseen through the darkness. His name was Kenshi. The last Cyber-Samurai.
His body was forged from titanium fiber and dark carbon steel. But his soul belonged to an age long past an age where honor meant more than profit, where a warrior lived and died by his code. Yet, in a world ruled by megacorporations, honor was nothing but a relic. He would bring it back.
An Oath from a Dead Man
Kenshi was not always a machine. Once, he was a man, a Samurai in a world that no longer needed him. But Hachiman Systems had taken his body, twisted his flesh and turned him into a living weapon.
They thought they had broken him. But he had escaped. For six months, he had hunted. And now, he had one final target: Kaito Hachiman—the man who created him.
The Hunt Begins
The corporate fortress lay deep beneath the city, guarded by drones, elite warriors, and layers of reinforced steel. No ordinary man could breach its defenses. But Kenshi was no ordinary man.
Silent as a shadow, he moved through the corridors. His blade Kurotsume, the Black Claw—gleamed in the dim light, ready to spill blood. Three guards. No sound. One strike then silence.
The upper levels were easy. But deep below, something else awaited him.
The Ghost of Kaito Hachiman
When Kenshi reached the heart of the facility, he did not find a man of flesh and blood. Instead, a holographic face flickered before him. Kaito Hachiman was already dead. His mind had been uploaded into the corporation’s servers. “Impressive, Samurai,” the voice echoed, metallic and cold. “But you fight against a ghost.”
Kenshi felt the air grow heavy. The hum of machines intensified. Walls shifted, and from the shadows emerged the Phantom Guard mechanical husks controlled by the mind of the man he had come to kill. It was a trap. But Kenshi only smiled. “Then I will kill you a second time, Kaito.” His blade pulsed red as he charged. The city would not forget this battle.
The stars above Neo-Kyoto burned in artificial light. Skyscrapers loomed like silent sentinels against the toxic sky, while neon signs flickered, casting electric ghosts onto the rain-slick streets. Drones buzzed overhead, cybernetic enforcers patrolled every corner and yet one figure moved unseen through the darkness. His name was Kenshi. The last Cyber-Samurai.
His body was forged from titanium fiber and dark carbon steel. But his soul belonged to an age long past an age where honor meant more than profit, where a warrior lived and died by his code. Yet, in a world ruled by megacorporations, honor was nothing but a relic. He would bring it back.
An Oath from a Dead Man
Kenshi was not always a machine. Once, he was a man, a Samurai in a world that no longer needed him. But Hachiman Systems had taken his body, twisted his flesh and turned him into a living weapon.
They thought they had broken him. But he had escaped. For six months, he had hunted. And now, he had one final target: Kaito Hachiman—the man who created him.
The Hunt Begins
The corporate fortress lay deep beneath the city, guarded by drones, elite warriors, and layers of reinforced steel. No ordinary man could breach its defenses. But Kenshi was no ordinary man.
Silent as a shadow, he moved through the corridors. His blade Kurotsume, the Black Claw—gleamed in the dim light, ready to spill blood. Three guards. No sound. One strike then silence.
The upper levels were easy. But deep below, something else awaited him.
The Ghost of Kaito Hachiman
When Kenshi reached the heart of the facility, he did not find a man of flesh and blood. Instead, a holographic face flickered before him. Kaito Hachiman was already dead. His mind had been uploaded into the corporation’s servers. “Impressive, Samurai,” the voice echoed, metallic and cold. “But you fight against a ghost.”
Kenshi felt the air grow heavy. The hum of machines intensified. Walls shifted, and from the shadows emerged the Phantom Guard mechanical husks controlled by the mind of the man he had come to kill. It was a trap. But Kenshi only smiled. “Then I will kill you a second time, Kaito.” His blade pulsed red as he charged. The city would not forget this battle.