In the midst of the prolonged dispute, Kenzo locked eyes with Banjo, the formidable leader of the Flaming Hog riders. With lightning speed, Kenzo effortlessly cleaved through each opponent that stood in his way, his kendo blade striking true. Meanwhile, Banjo ruthlessly decimated any Black Frog member who dared to challenge him, stoking Kenzo's growing fury. The air hung heavy, charged with tension, as the two adversaries engaged in a silent but fierce standoff. The moonlight cast its ethereal glow upon them, illuminating their souls amidst the haunting chorus of nocturnal crows.

Banjo smirked smugly and taunted, "Hah! Have you come here to be defeated once again, just like in our previous championship, Kenzo?"

Kenzo retorted with determination, "Shut up! This time, I won't suffer another loss like before!"

Banjo challenged him further, saying, "Oh, is that so? Well, let's see if you can back up your claim."

In a matter of seconds, Kenzo lunged forward, initiating a fierce exchange with Banjo, their katanas colliding in a flurry of parries and clashes. The air grew heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the crackling sparks of their collision. The battlefield became a chaotic tableau of allies and enemies falling, their lives reduced to mere brushstrokes of crimson in the midst of mayhem. Every slash they unleashed came agonizingly close, a testament to their extraordinary skill and strategic prowess. Amidst the intensity of Kenzo's precise and fiery attacks, a sudden loud bang shattered his concentration. He instinctively pulled back, his gaze drawn downward, only to discover that a loaded pistol had found its mark, piercing his body.

Banjo: (Laughs) Muahaha, you truly believe I would fight you fairly? I know very well that you're more skilled than me.

Kenzo: You bloody bastard! Do you think one bullet is enough to stop me from taking you down?! (He says menacingly)

In the dark of the night, Kenzo's eyes burn with an intense, laser-like focus as he swiftly moves and attacks, skillfully evading the bullets and shifting his body to avoid vital areas.

Banjo: You shouldn't be able to move like that!

Despite being repeatedly shot, Kenzo's bloodlust only grows with each hit. After Banjo's tenth shot, he runs out of bullets, completely terrified by the fearsome beast he has provoked. Kenzo stands, covered in blood and bullet holes, on the brink of death, his sheer willpower and determination keeping him alive.

Banjo: Stay away from me, you monster! (He screams in horror)

Seconds later, Banjo is ruthlessly slashed down.

Kenzo: spits on the floor Rest in hell, you piece of shit... (He says in a low, tired voice)

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Covered in blood, barely able to move or speak, Kenzo stood there. The remaining members of the Flaming Hog desperately tried to escape after their leader's fall. He collapsed as his friends rushed to his side, trying unsuccessfully to stem the bleeding. The battle had been won, but both sides suffered heavy casualties and losses. The Black Frogs Squad sent out lost 30% of their members with numerous injuries, while the Flaming Hogs suffered a staggering 55% loss.

As Kenzo's hearing started to fade completely, a shallow voice echoed in his mind. "Hero, we need you," the voice said. "Please save the world and restore order before 'he' comes. You are our last hope, hurry!" it urged.

Kenzo, filled with confusion, asked, "What is happening? I don't understand. Who are you, and what do you mean by saving the world?" The voice replied, "You will find out one day when the time comes."

Transferred skills: [Bloodthirsty Berserker Empowerment - A]

[High Swordsmanship Proficiency - A rating]

[Unyielding Willpower and endurance - S rating]

[Agility boost - B rating]

[Hero’s calling - S]

[Tree of vitality blessing: The Resolute Guardian - S]

[Magic proficiency - D]

[Mana Capacity - A]

[Weapon Smithing - D]

Enveloped in a somber darkness and overwhelmed by confusion, Kenzo begins to slowly awaken as a faint light approaches. Enveloped in an ethereal glow, a woman stood before Kenzo, her presence emanating an air of compassion and nurturing. Her delicate features were framed by flowing locks of raven-black hair that cascaded down to her shoulders. Warm, hazel eyes shimmered with wisdom and kindness, reflecting a depth of understanding far beyond her years. Her gentle smile offered solace amidst the confusion that enveloped Kenzo, assuring him that he was in caring hands.

Beside her stood a man, his stature solid and sturdy, a testament to the resilience of his kind. A thick, well-groomed beard adorned his weathered face, its reddish-brown hue reflecting the fiery spirit that burned within him. His piercing blue eyes held a glint of determination, hinting at a lifetime spent honing his craft. Hands calloused from years of toil bore testament to his mastery of the forge and the mines. Adorned in practical garments, intricately embroidered with patterns inspired by the earth's bounty, he exuded an air of strength and craftsmanship.

Both the man and the woman possessed the unmistakable features of their race, dwarves, known for their short stature and robust build. Their solid frames stood as a testament to the enduring spirit of their people, who carved their existence deep within the earth's embrace. The legacy of mining and forging ran deep in their veins, a heritage of unparalleled skill and innovation.

As Kenzo gazed upon the couple, he realized the weight of his new life as a baby dwarf. He felt a surge of pride well up within him, knowing that he belonged to a race renowned for their unmatched strength and expertise in working with minerals and iron. In the presence of these two dwarves, he knew he would receive guidance in unlocking his true potential and harnessing the power that lay dormant within his diminutive form.