Pressure Builds (Han)

I walk in silence, pressure hissin’ through the vent,

Iron mask on my face, never beg, never bent.

Han the hammer, cloaked in steam and death,

Five Tails lurkin’ deep—Kò-kū-ō holdin’ breath.

Used to fight with monks, now I crush with a charge,

Spittin’ heat from the core, blowin’ bitches off the marge.

Steam armor boilin’ blood, make my fists combust,

When I swing, mountains split—turn 'em all to dust.

I was taught to restrain, but my anger’s a bomb,

Tickin’ down every second like a warhead calm.

I ain’t rage—I’m control, the storm in delay,

But don’t test that switch or you’ll burn in a day.

Villages feared what they couldn’t command,

So they locked me in chains, tried to brand my hand.

But you can’t cage magma, can't leash divine wrath,

I broke through the seal, left bones in my path.

Kò-kū-ō breathin’ in my chest—lava pumpin’ in veins,

Five horns down the spine like a devil’s mane.

They wanted a soldier—I became a goddamn tank,

Steel limbs crush egos, steam burst from the flank.

I ain't no Leaf softie, I was forged in ash,

Built to fuck up armies in a flash of a clash.

Honor's in the fight, not the fuckin’ parade,

So I burn down the banners and let history fade.

They never knew the burden—mask hid the pain,

Felt the heat rise steady, meltin’ pride into shame.

No family, no rest, just missions and scars,

Till I vanished in silence beneath broken stars.

Steam hisses when I grieve—lava leaks when I rage,

A man made of magma trapped in a fuckin' cage.

So let ‘em talk legends, whisper Han in the mist,

I was the pressure incarnate with a motherfuckin’ fist.

No funeral, no grave, just molten prints in stone,

Five tails in my soul, but I walked that road alone.

Say my name like thunder, feel the heat in your bones,

Kò-kū-ō still rumbles from his molten throne.