Section 1: Grandpa’s Pain
Location: Kiria’s Home
Time: Day
Scene One: Remineses
As dawn breaks over the horizon, we find ourselves drawn into the tranquil serenity of Grandpa Ban's morning ritual. Seated beneath the shed at the front of their home, he basks in the gentle embrace of sunlight, surrounded by the melodic chirping of his beloved birds. As if on cue, Kiria emerges from the house, her figure outlined by the soft hues of daybreak, ready to embark on another day as a mechanic.
"Good morning, Grandpa," Kiria greets with a serene smile, settling beside him in the quietude of the morning.
"Hello, Kiria. Headed for work?" Grandpa's voice carries a warmth that matches the gentle rays of sunlight, his eyes crinkling with affection as he gazes at her. Kiria affirms her destination with a nod, eliciting a gentle smile from her grandfather.
But before she sets off, Kiria harbors a question in her heart, one that she can no longer suppress. "Will you ever teach me how to fight?" she inquires, her voice laced with a blend of curiosity and determination.
Grandpa Ban's response is measured, his silence pregnant with contemplation. Finally, he speaks, his voice carrying the weight of years of experience. "Don't you know how to fight already?" he counters, prompting Kiria to clarify her request.
"No, Grandpa, I told you already. What I do is dance, not fight," Kiria asserts, her earnestness mirrored in the unwavering resolve of her gaze.
Understanding dawns in Grandpa Ban's eyes as he recognizes the potential within Kiria's chosen art form. "Indeed, your style of dancing can be transformed into a formidable fighting technique," he concedes, his words a testament to his unwavering belief in her abilities.
"But how do I do that?" Kiria inquired, her tone laced with determination.
"I honestly do not know, my dear. You would have to figure it out," Grandpa replied, his voice tinged with a sense of uncertainty.
Not satisfied with her grandfather's response, Kiria decided to pose one last question.
"Can’t you just teach me your style of fighting?" she asked, her eyes filled with hope.
At the mention of teaching his style of fighting, Grandpa Ban was overcome with a sudden shock, vivid memories flooding his mind. He took a deep breath before letting out a heavy sigh.
"I had a son," he said, his voice laden with emotion.
"Really?" Kiria replied, surprised by this revelation.
Grandpa Ban's thoughts drifted back to the days spent with his son.
"His name was Michael. Oh, how much I miss him," Grandpa exclaimed, his voice filled with longing.
"He would watch me train every day for about a year. Then, on his 14th birthday, he asked me to train him in my style of fighting. I was extremely happy that he took an interest in my style, so I taught him everything I knew; every secret technique I had developed and mastered. On one fateful day during training, he broke the first and second limiters associated with the KARIO style of fighting, an achievement even my master and I were unable to reach. He obtained so much power from breaking the second limiter, too much for his body to handle, causing him to burn to death," Grandpa explained, his voice trembling with emotion as he struggled to hold back tears.
Hearing this heartbreaking story, Kiria felt a surge of empathy for her grandfather.
"I'm sorry, Grandpa," she said softly, moving closer to comfort him.
"It's okay, Kiria. Since that incident, I have not taken anyone as a disciple. I am sorry to disappoint you, but I cannot teach you my style of fighting," Grandpa said, his voice strained with emotion.
Kiria then rushed to grab some water for him, her heart heavy with sadness.
"Why don’t you go inside and have some rest?" she suggested, as she helped him gather up the birds into the cage.
They both went inside and Kiria, on her bicycle, left for work, her mind swirling with thoughts of her grandfather's past and the secrets he held.
Section 2: Truman’s Demise
Location: Cenat High School
Time: Day
Scene One: The Drop Off
As the morning sunbathes the landscape in its golden glow, Cenat High School emerges in all its grandeur. Its imposing architecture stands proudly against the sky, embodying the pursuit of knowledge and progress. In the distance, a crimson vehicle glides into the school's driveway, signaling the start of another bustling day.
From within the car, George's four sons spill out, bidding farewell to their parents.
“Take care, boys,” Ella calls out, her hand waving in the gentle breeze.
Turning to George, she adds, “Goodbye, honey. I’ll see you after work,” planting a tender kiss on his cheek before stepping out of the vehicle.
“You take care too,” George replies, watching her depart with a fond smile.
With Amanda cradled in her arms, Ella heads towards Cenat Daycare, conveniently located adjacent to Cenat High School. Meanwhile, a figure cloaked in a white hoodie and dark pants observes the family from a distance, unnoticed.
Unbeknownst to them, this mysterious figure is Zel from the future, who has journeyed back in time to aid Zel in mastering a crucial fighting technique associated with the KARIO style. This skill has proven fatal in Zel's future timeline and across multiple universes.
George's gaze lingers on Ella until she disappears into the daycare building. With a sense of reassurance, he sets off for Star Tower, his workplace, ready to embrace the day's challenges.
Scene Two: The Star Tower
As George's vehicle halts before the towering gate of the Star Tower, its imposing figure casts a foreboding shadow. This gate, equipped with state-of-the-art technology capable of scanning and identifying individuals worldwide, subjects every inch of George’s vehicle to meticulous examination before granting access. With clearance secured, George proceeds down the lengthy driveway, flanked by towering skyscrapers and monitored by vigilant drones.
Reaching his destination, Dark Star Tower, George maneuvers his vehicle into the bustling parking lot. A sea of cars fills the designated spots, a testament to the bustling activity within the tower. With precision, George guides his car into parking spot 516 before stepping out, ready to navigate the intricate network of corridors that weave through the Dark Star Tower's imposing structure.
Scene Three: Confrontation at the Courtyard
Back at Cenat High School, Zel and his two friends, Biggy—a short, chubby teenager—and Black, a teenager with a deeply dark complexion, were hanging out in the school courtyard. Black often faced challenges in both his school and work life due to his extremely dark skin tone.
They were among the students gathered in the courtyard before classes when Truman, the school bully, began targeting Black.
"Hey, Black!" Truman yelled from a distance, drawing Black’s attention, along with that of the other students.
"Could you turn on the lights? I can’t see anything. It’s too dark out here," Truman jeered, provoking laughter from his friends and onlookers.
Zel stepped in, defending Black. "Truman, it's too early for trouble. Just stop. We don't want any of your antics," he said, supported by Biggy.
Despite Zel and Biggy's attempts to dissuade him, Truman persisted with his taunts, targeting the three friends.
Ignoring Truman's provocations, Black remained composed until he could no longer tolerate the bullying.
"I've had enough of this guy's arrogance," Black muttered. Zel urged him to remain calm, understanding the potential consequences.
As Truman continued to approach, Black's frustration boiled over.
"I'm going to put an end to his bullying once and for all," Black declared, standing up and advancing toward Truman. Despite Zel and Biggy's attempts to intervene, Black remained resolute.
“What are you going to do, pretty boy?" Truman taunted, closing the distance between himself and Black.
As Black approached, he quickly analyzed his strategy for when he got close enough.
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“First, I’ll take out one of his teeth, or a couple, then, I’ll break his right arm, and finally, his kneecaps”. Black thought to himself.
Among the three friends, Black was the only one who took martial arts classes and had a certain level of skill. Truman, however, had little experience in fighting and relied mainly on his size as an advantage.
Players
level
Health
Speed
Strength
Mana/magic
Age
Black
1
100
E-3
300
Dormant
15
Biggy
1
18
E-9
25
Dormant
17
Truman
1
50
E-7
150
Dormant
20
Once Black closed the distance, Truman threw a punch, but Black easily evaded it, swiftly countering with a punch to the face. The observing students reacted with audible surprise and admiration, their collective "woah" echoing through the courtyard.
“Okay, okay, not bad for an amateur,” Truman retorted, his smirk attempting to mask his embarrassment as he sought to regain his composure. Despite his outward arrogance, Truman couldn't shake the underlying sense of humiliation at the unexpected turn of events.
“You're bleeding, bro,” yelled one of Truman’s crew members, prompting murmurs of concern from the onlookers.
“He’s bleeding!”
“He’s bleeding!”
“Oh my God, Truman’s bleeding.”
Truman's embarrassment heightened as he touched his nose and confirmed the bleeding. This realization fueled his anger.
“You bastard!” he shouted, charging at Black with renewed fury. The word "bastard" ignited a surge of rage in Black, triggering memories of his unknown father, a consequence of his mother's past as a sex worker.
As Truman threw another punch, Black deftly redirected its trajectory, causing Truman to lose his balance. Seizing the opportunity, Black delivered a powerful punch to Truman's jaw, knocking out two of his teeth.
Regaining his balance, Truman retaliated with a kick, but Black intercepted it, seizing Truman's leg. Sensing an opportunity, Black swiftly brought Truman to the ground and applied a submission hold, inflicting severe damage to his leg in the process.
Zel and Biggy rushed to intervene, followed closely by Mr. Hodge, the Principal of Cenat High School, who swiftly made his way to the courtyard.
“What is going on here?” Principal Hodge demanded as he approached the scene. After separating the combatants, Principal Hodge called for medical assistance, and Truman was promptly taken to the hospital.
Amidst the commotion, the students, particularly those who had been victims of Truman's bullying, lauded Black with rounds of applause. Principal Hodge instructed the students to return to their respective classes while summoning Black to his office for further discussion.
Section 3: Visions and Innovations
Location: The Dark Star Tower
Time: Day
Scene One: Unveiled Realities
Amidst the ceaseless activity of the bustling assembly floor within the heart of Star Tower, George and his team labored tirelessly, their efforts woven intricately into the fabric of their daily routine. Here, amidst the symphony of clanging mech parts, George, alongside his trusted colleagues Dan and Slick, stands at the forefront, orchestrating the assembly of various mechs. Within this vibrant hive of industry, where the echoes of productivity resound, over 200 workers converge, each playing a vital role in the meticulous construction of these mechanical marvels.
“Hey, Dan,” George calls out, seeking assistance in lifting some assembled mech boxes onto a cart. With the task completed, George maneuvers the cart towards an uplifter, preparing for their imminent break. As they approach, Dan remarks on the nearing lunch hour, prompting George to check his watch with subdued acknowledgment.
“Hey, Slick!” George hails, catching the attention of their comrade who's perched high above, overseeing the construction of a looming battle robot.
“Hey George, what’s up,” he greeted, casually raising one hand.
"Aren’t you going on a break? It’s almost time," said George. Slick glanced at his watch before responding, "I’ll be with you all shortly." With that, Slick retrieved a controller from his pocket, featuring a red and green button. Pressing the red button, he initiated the descent of the platform he stood on. As it slowly descended, George placed the cart onto the uplifter, marked with the number 48 out of the 50 on the floor. With the cart secure, George then pressed the green button on the uplifter, setting it in motion towards the next floor, the testing floor.
Once the platform reaches the ground, Slick joins his colleagues, and they head towards the tap for a quick hand wash. Amidst the routine, Slick raises a thought-provoking question about their work's purpose, igniting a conversation among the three.
Their exchange deepens as Dan shares a startling dream he had, recounting vivid images of destruction and chaos involving the very mechs they build. Intrigued and unsettled, George and Slick engage in the discussion, grappling with the implications of Dan's revelation.
“This dream is unsettling,” remarks Slick, his gaze drifting towards the robot before him. George, sensing the tension, reassures him with a playful gesture, urging relaxation amidst the uncertainty.
As lunchtime approaches, the trio returns to their stations, unwinding for a brief respite. Meanwhile, the rhythm of work continues, with George's assembled boxes making their way to the testing floor
Player
Level
Health
Speed
Strength
Mana/Magic
Age
Slick
1
22000
D+1
25000
8000
Aura
Neutral
40
Dan
1
20000
D+2
26000
10000
Aura
Neutral
39
Scene Two: The Testing Floor
On the testing floor, soldiers attired in an array of vibrant battle suits—Red, Yellow, Blue, and White—each representing various levels of power, engaged in rigorous evaluations. These soldiers conducted tests on suits corresponding to their attire color. For instance, soldiers wearing red suits oversaw tests for suits of the same color. Each suit underwent a battery of tests administered by specialized machines. Failure in any single test resulted in immediate disassembly and disposal into a large bin, slated for incineration.
Among them, Vegas, ranked as the fourth strongest among THE FIVE, meticulously ensured the smooth operation of all tests and promptly addressed any issues detected in the suits. The suits themselves were classified from the least potent, indicated by Red, to the most formidable, symbolized by White. Within this spectrum, the suits were further categorized from Rank D to Rank A, with each successive rank boasting twice the capabilities of the preceding one; Rank A being the pinnacle of strength and defense.
Despite the potency variations, speed remained a constant attribute across all ranks. These battle suits possessed the remarkable ability to enhance the wearer's stats to match their programmed specifications, provided the user's innate capabilities fell short, and their physical constitution could withstand the augmentation. Such technology heralded a new era in warfare, where soldiers could transcend their natural limits and become veritable titans on the battlefield.
Color D rank
Rank
Health
Speed
Strength
mana/magic
Red
D
10000
F
!5000
5000
Yellow
D
25000
E
30000
6000
Blue
D
50000
D
60000
7000
White
D
100000
C
150000
8000
Player
Level
Health
Speed
Strength
Mana/Magic
Age
Vegas
1
350000
C+2
750000
35000
Aura
Yellow
28
Section 4: The Strained Bond
Location: Cenat High School
Time: Day
Scene One: The Principal’s Office
Our narrative unfolds once more within the confines of Cenat High School, where Black and his mother, Mrs. Bates, find themselves seated in the solemn atmosphere of the principal's office. Facing them is Principal Hodge, bearing the weight of a difficult decision.
"I'm afraid, at this juncture, we must consider expulsion for your son," Principal Hodge delivers the grave news to Mrs. Bates, casting a shadow over the room. In response, Black endeavors to offer his perspective.
"But..." Black begins, only to be swiftly silenced by his mother's stern intervention.
"Enough! I won't hear a word from you," Mrs. Bates interjects with palpable anger, quashing any further protest from her son.
"I understand your frustration, Mrs. Bates, but I implore you to remain composed," Principal Hodge urges, striving to maintain a sense of order amidst the tension. He proceeds to address Mrs. Bates directly, highlighting the escalating pattern of Black's anger issues.
"Your son's behavior has become increasingly problematic. He's already been involved in seven incidents resulting in hospitalizations, all within his short tenure at our school," Principal Hodge elucidates, his concern evident.
Mrs. Bates, gathering herself, inquired about the fate of the student who provoked her son's actions.
"The disciplinary measures for the instigator are pending review by the board. Rest assured, appropriate action will be taken," Principal Hodge assures her, seeking to assuage her concerns.
With a composed demeanor, Mrs. Bates rises from her seat, expressing gratitude tinged with determination. "Thank you, Principal Hodge. I will take my leave now," she states firmly, signaling an end to their discussion.
As they exit the principal's office, Principal Hodge offers a final reflection. "Your son may grapple with his anger, but his academic potential shines brightly," he remarks, recognizing Black's intellectual promise.
Acknowledging his words with a nod, Mrs. Bates maintains her composure. "I appreciate your perspective, Principal. Have a pleasant day," she replies politely, before departing, leaving behind an atmosphere charged with unresolved tension.
Scene Two: Fractured
Exiting the somber confines of the principal's office, Mrs. Bates and Black make their way to her awaiting vehicle. Within the car, emotions run high, with Mrs. Bates unleashing her pent-up frustration upon her son.
"I'm at my wit's end, Black! Five schools, all for the same reason," Mrs. Bates exclaims, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and despair. Her words are punctuated by a forceful slap across Black's face, leaving behind a stinging sensation.
Black, reeling from the physical blow, tries to explain, but his words are drowned out by his mother's escalating fury. Another slap follows, drawing blood from his nose, as his pleas are ignored.
Tears stream down Black's cheeks as he tries to express remorse. "I'm sorry, Mom. I never meant for any of this," he confesses between sobs, his voice choked with emotion.
"Silence!" Mrs. Bates retorts sharply, her anger fueled by his apology. Her resolve was unyielding. She issues a stern warning as she ignites the vehicle's engine, propelling them forward into the unknown.
"Just wait until we get home," Mrs. Bates declares, her tone ominous as she steels herself for the tumultuous journey ahead, leaving behind a cloud of uncertainty and anguish in their wake.