The night was calm. In a quiet village temple, the sound of metal clashing echoed like thunder.

Simikorn… a name whispered with respect and fear.

He was not an ordinary man. He was the creator of magical swords—blades that carried elements within them. Fire that burned endlessly, lightning that split the sky, and blood blades that responded to the wielder’s life force. People called him “The Divine Blacksmith.”

But Simikorn lived by one rule:

“Power should protect… not destroy.”

Inside his forge, flames danced as he worked on a glowing blade. Suddenly, heavy footsteps approached.

A rich man entered, surrounded by armed guards. His eyes were cold… hungry for power.

Rich Man (smirking):

“Simikorn… I’ve heard about your swords. I want the strongest one. A weapon that can destroy kingdoms.”

Simikorn stopped. His hammer froze mid-air.

He turned slowly, his eyes sharp.

Simikorn (calm but firm):

“I know who you are… You don’t want protection. You want chaos.”

The rich man’s smile faded.

Simikorn (angry):

“No matter what you offer… I will NEVER create a sword for a monster like you.”

Silence.

Then… rage.

Rich Man (shouting):

“Boys… kill him. If he won’t serve me, he dies!”

The guards rushed forward.

Simikorn fought back. Flames exploded. Lightning cracked. Blood swords sliced through the air.

But they were too many…

A blade pierced his chest.

He fell to his knees.

As blood touched the ground, Simikorn smiled faintly.

Simikorn (weak voice):

“You can kill me… but you cannot stop what’s coming…”

The rich man leaned closer.

Rich Man:

“What do you mean?”

Simikorn looked toward the temple… as if seeing someone far away.

Simikorn (whispering):

“My child… will take revenge.”

And with that…

Simikorn, the greatest swordsmith… died.

WHO WAS HIS CHILD?

Far away, inside a quiet shrine…

A baby once cried alone.

Years ago, Simikorn had found that child abandoned in the temple. No name. No family.

But something was strange.

The air around the baby felt… heavy.

Powerful.

Simikorn adopted him and gave him a name:

Hirdesh.

THE HIDDEN POWER

Simikorn wasn’t alone in raising him.

His closest friend, Anosukar, a legendary warrior, became Hirdesh’s teacher.

After Simikorn’s death, Anosukar took full responsibility.

Years passed.

Training turned brutal.

Hirdesh didn’t just learn…

He mastered everything.

HIRDESH — THE MONSTER IS BORN

Hirdesh possessed abilities beyond imagination:

Unlimited strength and speed

Fire and blood manipulation

Space control

A terrifying ability called Death Vision—where just looking at enemies made their bodies bleed and tear apart

Domain Expansions:

Infinity Shrine Void

Darkness of Void

Anosukar watched him grow… but something felt wrong.

Anosukar (worried):

“Hirdesh… power is not everything. Don’t let revenge consume you.”

But Hirdesh’s eyes… turned red.

Cold. Empty.

Hirdesh (low voice):

“They killed my father… I will kill them all.”

He left.

Not as a hero.

But as something far more dangerous…

A bounty hunter feared by all.

A being who could not die.

A warrior no one could defeat.

NARRATOR

“Simikorn created swords…

But unknowingly… he created something far more dangerous.”

“A weapon… named Hirdesh.”

EPISODE 2 — THE NIGHT OF CURSED WIND

Timeline: 2026

The world had changed.

A freezing wind spread across cities, forests, and empty roads… colder than any winter ever recorded. People called it unnatural. Scientists had no answers.

But deep inside Sendai Colony, surrounded by a silent forest… something far worse was about to happen.

The night was heavy.

A full moon hung in the sky.

From the forest… a wolf howled.

Long. Painful. Warning.

Inside an old, broken house…

An old man shouted in anger.

Old Man (furious):

“You worthless fellow! No one should have a son like you! I told you to bring my medicine! You didn’t even bring a single pill!”

His son stood silently… but his eyes burned with frustration.

Son (cold voice):

“I’ve had enough… I’m not a child anymore. You control everything… insult me every day.”

He stepped closer.

Son (whispering dangerously):

“Tomorrow… I’ll take everything from you. Your power… your name… everything.”

The old man froze.

Because deep inside… he knew.

This was not just his son.

This was a reflection of himself.

Cruel. Ruthless.

The son turned… and walked out into the freezing night.

Old Man (shouting weakly):

“Stop! Don’t go!”

But the door slammed shut.

Silence.

This old man…

Was the same gangster…

The one who killed Simikorn.

Suddenly—

The lights went out.

Darkness swallowed the house.

The old man struggled to stand. His legs trembled. His breath became heavy.

He dragged himself into another room and lit a candle with shaking hands.

The flame flickered…

Then—

CLANG!

Utensils fell in the kitchen.

He turned quickly.

Nothing was there.

His heartbeat raced.

Then…

A sound.

A whistle.

Slow… broken… horrifying.

Like someone enjoying fear.

The candle flickered harder.

Sweat rolled down his face.

He grabbed a knife.

Old Man (terrified whisper):

“Who’s there…?”

The whistle stopped.

Then—

A crying sound.

An old man’s voice.

But twisted… unnatural.

Voice (laughing softly):

“What happened…? Are you scared?”

The old man turned behind him—

No one.

His breathing became faster.

His hands shook uncontrollably.

Then a whisper echoed…

From everywhere.

Voice:

“You’re looking behind… but I’m waiting in front of you.”

The old man slowly turned forward.

And then—

He saw him.

Standing in the darkness…

Hirdesh.

Red glowing eyes.

Cold scars across his face.

An aura that made the air feel dead.

Hirdesh (calm, terrifying):

“I see… you lived happily after killing my father.”

The old man dropped the knife.

His body refused to move.

Old Man (shaking):

“W-who… are you…?”

Hirdesh stepped forward.

Hirdesh (low voice):

“If you don’t remember… then die without knowing.”

In a blink—

Cleave.

The old man screamed as both his hands were sliced off instantly.

Blood sprayed across the walls.

Before he could even fall—

Hirdesh raised his hand.

His blood… moved.

Entered the old man’s body.

Blood Poison.

The old man’s veins turned black.

His throat burst with blood.

He began vomiting… choking… drowning in his own blood.

Hirdesh (smiling slightly):

“Oh… don’t worry.”

He leaned closer.

Hirdesh:

“I won’t kill you that easily.”

What followed…

Was not a fight.

It was punishment.

Bone-breaking blows.

Screams echoing in darkness.

A soul being crushed.

Finally—

Silence.

The old man collapsed… barely alive.

Hirdesh raised his hand one last time.

Hirdesh (cold):

“This… is for Simikorn.”

Final Cleave.

His head fell.

The candle went out.

Darkness returned.

And suddenly—

Hirdesh disappeared.

Like he was never there.

A song began to play…

Slow. Dark. Cursed.

The screen faded.

TITLE APPEARS:

KUROBACHI BEGINS

END OF EPISODE 2