On a cloudy afternoon on May 16, 2003, at exactly 3:33 p.m., the most powerful man in both the spiritual world and the physical world was born.The wind swirled violently through the leaves of the trees surrounding the humble hospital in the city of Puebla, as if nature itself prepared to witness something extraordinary. In the distance, rain began to fall, shrouding the surroundings in a sacred mystery.
In the delivery room, Sofía held her newborn, Roberto, wrapped in an almost palpable light that made the air around him tremble. The doctors, astonished, could barely comprehend what they were witnessing, but Sofía—though exhausted—felt a deep calm and an inexplicable connection to her son.
At that moment, an elderly indigenous priest was urgently called to the hospital. Upon entering, his eyes immediately fixed on the child, and a reverent silence fell over the room.
"He is here," the priest said in a solemn, measured voice. "The child of two worlds has been born tonight."
Sofía looked at him, her eyes still filled with tears, confused and afraid."What do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling. "What kind of child is this?"
The priest approached slowly, laying a wrinkled hand on Roberto's small chest."This child is not ordinary. In his blood runs the strength of ancient gods and warriors. He is a bridge between our world and the Spiritual World. He has been born to fulfill a destiny that may shift the balance between the two."
Sofía squeezed her baby tighter, trying to understand."But why him? Why my son?"
The elder closed his eyes for a moment, summoned visions from ancestral memory."Because he has inherited the blood of Itzcóatl, warrior and leader of our people, as well as the strength from distant lands—of a Greek lineage that holds forgotten secrets and powers. He is a demigod, a blend of both worlds. His arrival has not gone unnoticed."
Sofía gazed at Roberto calmly glowing in the dim hospital light."Should I fear for his life?" she asked, her voice cracking.
The priest smiled gently."No, mother. But you must prepare. Your son will carry great responsibilities, and he will face forces beyond imagination."
A mixture of fear and pride welled within Sofía."I will do everything to protect him."
The priest nodded solemnly."Then let us begin his journey. For his story has only just begun."
He looked once more at little Roberto, whose aura pulsed softly like a cosmic heart."Sofía," he said in a calm yet grave tone, "there is more you must know."
She looked at him expectantly, cradling her son tenderly."When Roberto turns eighteen, his power will begin to manifest fully. That will be when he can unleash the strength within him, the energy that only murmurs now."
Sofía hugged him closer, a chill running down her spine."And what will happen when that occurs?" she asked, torn between fear and hope.
The priest took a breath, choosing his words carefully."Without proper training, without guidance and discipline, that force could consume him. Uncontrolled power can destroy everything—himself included."
Tears welled in Sofía's throat. "So what can I do? How do I protect him?"
The priest placed a firm yet gentle hand on her shoulder."You must seek teachers—ancient guardians of the spiritual world—who can teach him to master his gift. Show him the path of balance and responsibility. But know this…" —he paused for effect— "there are men, beings even more powerful than your son, both in physical and spiritual energy."
Sofía frowned, concern etched on her face."How is that possible? More powerful than Roberto?"
He nodded slowly."Yes. Some have dedicated their lives to cultivating their strength—they've shattered limits unimaginable. In the future, Roberto will face them—these hidden titans—in battles that will decide the fate of both worlds."
Sofía lowered her gaze, overwhelmed by the gravity of her son's destiny."What if he isn't ready?" she whispered. "If he can't control it?"
The priest looked into her eyes, reflecting centuries of wisdom and sacrifice."Then the balance will shatter. The Spiritual World and the physical world could collapse into chaos. That is why, from this moment, you must protect him with everything you have, and prepare him not just in power, but in heart and mind."
Her voice firm with resolve, Sofía said:"I will do whatever is necessary. My son will live, and he will become the protector he must be."
The priest offered a sad yet hopeful smile."So it shall be. Because the world—and both worlds—need him."
He inhaled deeply, looking at Sofía and began to speak with reverent clarity:"Sofía, to truly understand who Roberto is, you must know that his birth in this world is only part of his story. Over twenty-five years ago, his soul reincarnated in the spiritual realm with a sacred purpose—a mission now unfolding in this plane."
Sofía squeezed her son and leaned in."How is that possible?" she whispered. "Who are his true parents there? What bloodline does he carry?"
The priest summoned ancient visions."His spiritual mother was Amaya, an ancestral guardian in Japan, famed for her wisdom and bond with nature spirits. From her, Roberto inherited not only power, but compassion and a duty to harmony between worlds."
Sofía swallowed, absorbing his words as Roberto seemed to draw the energy around them."And his father?" she pressed, trying to facy the greater part of the mystery.
The priest placed a steady hand on her chest to reassure her."His father is Heracles, the legendary Greek hero known for his immense strength and twelve labors. Heracles gifted him physical might, indomitable will, and courage to face any challenge. The union of these lineages makes Roberto unique—a living bridge across cultures, worlds, and powers."
Sofía's heart pounded—filled with pride, yet fearful."What does his spiritual form look like?" she asked, fascinated.
A gentle smile played on the priest's lips."Picture a nearly two-meter-tall man with a muscular, athletic body—graceful yet powerful. His skin bears a special complexion, a sun-kissed bronze from Mexico blended with Japanese spiritual purity, shimmered with pale and dark flecks. A well-groomed beard marks his maturity, and ancient tattoos tell his tale and guard against dark forces. That is Roberto when he crosses into the Spiritual World—a being known as the strongest man either realm has seen."
Sofía caressed Roberto's tiny arm in awe."And who was his teacher? Who shaped him into such a being?"
The priest hushed his voice, reverent."He was taught by Takeshi, a legendary Japanese warrior—wise and masterful in spiritual and martial arts. Takeshi taught him not only to control and channel his energy, but the balance between strength and humility, power and responsibility. A mentor, a spiritual father who shaped both his character and destiny."
Emotions surged through Sofía: pride, fear, hope, and the weight of responsibility."So even though he's but a baby here," she whispered, "he carries centuries of history, battles, teachings, and a destiny he doesn't yet understand."
The priest nodded solemnly."Indeed. And you, Sofía, are the guardian of that destiny in this world. Your love, care, and guidance will nourish the roots that allow him to grow strong and wise. Without you, his power could become a curse."
Fighting tears, Sofía declared:"I promise I will not let that happen. I will do everything in my power so he knows who he is, where he comes from, and why he came."
The priest placed a firm hand on her shoulder."That promise is the first step toward saving both worlds. True power does not lie solely in strength, but in the will to protect those you love, and the wisdom to use it justly."
Sofía stared at the sleeping child, whispering with love and determination:"I will protect you, my son. You will be strong—not just in power, but in all that I teach you."
The priest stepped back softly, leaving them. Outside, the wind continued to sweep the leaves, like an ancestral echo proclaiming the beginning of a grand tale.
Sofía took a deep breath, still cradling Roberto, and asked, trembling:"Where is Takeshi now? Where can I find him so he may train my son when the time comes?"
The priest regarded her grimly:"Takeshi resides in the Spiritual World, in a hidden sanctuary within Japan's mountains—a place sealed and protected by ancient guardians. Few can reach it; only those with the right energy and purpose."
Her brow furrowed with concern."How will Roberto get there? How can he cross that border between worlds?"
He answered patiently:"When he sleeps, his soul will cross into the Spiritual World. But to reach Takeshi, he must awaken and strengthen that connection. It's a process he must learn gradually—he needs guidance, protection, and, above all, training in this world so his spirit may travel safely."
Sofía inhaled, understanding the weight of her task."How much time do I have before this happens?" she asked urgently.
"When he turns eighteen," the priest replied solemnly, "his power will reach a critical point. If he hasn't been trained by then, he could be lost between worlds—or worse, fall into the hands of those who would exploit his strength."
She nodded resolutely."So I have less than eighteen years to prepare him—to protect him."
The priest smiled with hopeful determination."Indeed you do. But you are not alone. There are allies in both this world and the Spiritual World watching over Roberto, and they will aid him when the time comes. You are the first line of defense—and the key to his destiny."
Sofía looked at her son and whispered:"I will do everything necessary so he can find Takeshi and become the man he must be."
The priest nodded with respect."And so it shall be. For Roberto's destiny is woven into the balance of both worlds—and his journey has only just begun."
He gazed at Roberto one last time, softly, as if committing him to memory. Then he took a step back, the room still thick with spiritual energy—yet calmer, more balanced than before.
Sofía watched her sleeping son in the silence and whispered softly to the universe:"Roberto… no matter what you are, I will always love you as my son. And if the day comes when the world needs you… you will know who you are."