ALMOST READYIn the open training space, the air was thick with anticipation. Kim stood at the center, his breathing was steady but heavy with the weight of the task before him. Zero, circled him, chanting in an ancient language that resonated with power. The space seemed to hum with energy, the walls vibrating ever so slightly as Zero’s enchantments filled the space.It was also a moment of peace and reflection. Kim closed his eyes, focusing on the words, letting them wash over him. He felt a warmth spreading through his chest, radiating outward. Slowly, his body began to glow with a faint, ethereal light. His skin hardened, taking on a metallic sheen, and his eyes flickered with an otherworldly blue light. Zero's voice grew louder, more intense, as he poured all his energy into the enchantment."You must focus, Kim," Zero urged, his voice echoing with the power of the spell. "Feel the energy within you, let it grow, let it consume you. This is your power. Feel it! Embrace it!!"Kim'

THE ANTICIPATION Miller was in his hideout, screaming in pain and fury. The pain from his recent defeat by Kim tore through him, not just physically but mentally. He felt embarrassed and hurt. His ego was bruised.His roars echoed through the empty chamber, filled with rage and frustration. He knew Kim was training and preparing, but he never thought Kim would actually defeat him. With the amount of power he has? “How did this happen?” Miller shouted into the void. “The ancestor told me Kim wouldn't be any match for my powers, yet he beat me without even getting started. How can that be? Did he deceive me to set me up?”He paced back and forth, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and anger. “What kind of power does Kim possess? Why must he always be more than me in everything? Stronger, richer, more loved, more successful, and now with a higher power? Why must it always be Kim?”His frustration grew, and he screamed at the top of his lungs, cursing the invisible ancestor. “How can I

THE FINAL FIGHT Miller seethed with rage as he watched the news, his name tainted and cursed while Kim was hailed as a hero. The city was rebuilding, and the people had found hope again. Miller couldn't stand it. The very thought of Kim being praised while he was seen as the villain drove him to madness. He decided it was time to end this once and for all. The battle of heaven and hell would be fought through Kim and Miller, and only one would emerge victorious. Miller stormed through the streets, his presence alone was sending waves of fear and chaos. Buildings crumbled in his wake, and the skies darkened as if mirroring his fury. He was ready to confront Kim, crush him, and prove his dominance. Kim, aware of Miller's approach, stood unshaken. He had been preparing for this moment, training tirelessly with Zero. The citizens, now secured in guarded shelters, watched with bated breath, knowing the final battle was imminent. Miller appeared back to the city, his eyes were blazing

A LIFE WELL LIVED In the months that followed the defeat of Miller, Kim's life began to settle into a rhythm of peace and fulfillment. The chaos and destruction had left scars on the city, but with Kim's direction, the people rebuilt their lives, stronger and more united than ever. One bright morning, Kim was called to a special ceremony by the government. It was held in the city's grand hall, a place that had seen both despair and triumph. As Kim entered, he was greeted by a standing ovation. The hall was filled with dignitaries, officials, and grateful citizens who had come to honor him. The mayor stepped forward, holding a gleaming medal. "Mr. Kim," he began, his voice filled with emotion, "your bravery and selflessness have not only saved our city but have also inspired a nation. Today, we honor you with the Medal of Honor, the highest recognition we can bestow." Kim bowed his head as the medal was placed around his neck. He felt a swell of pride, not just for himself but for