In the land of fire, beneath the rising sun, a warrior ducks ambition to tame the flame and pull forth the one. An ancient blade, cast in fire’s embrace, infused with the souls of the fallen, lost in grace. Yoganzan, the blade, now a flame untamed, waged war with the earth’s molten flow, unclaimed. Kanji, of the fire-clan, dared to draw the blade from the ember’s scorn, defying all. As his hand gripped the hilt, the fire took hold, bestowing a power, ruthless and bold. A fiery wrath that lit the darkened skies, a rage that in the red lava lies. Kanji walks a path none dare to tread, a line drawn between stone and ash, where death is fed. The earth’s flame will claim him in its time, whether dust or stone, his fate’s dark rhyme. But until that end, he’ll burn through the night, bringing fire to the dark with endless fight.