--Somewhere in Astral City--

The scene shifts to the bustling main road of Astral City. The streets are alive with activity, and amidst the crowd, a royal black car glides smoothly, its destination clear and unchanging. Inside the car, Cedric grips the steering wheel with practiced ease, his eyes scanning the road ahead. In the back seat, Alex sits in contemplative silence, dressed in a sleek black suit. The suit is marked by a small white sun symbol over his heart, the insignia of his familia.

Alex's gaze is distant as he watches the cityscape blur past the window. The tranquility of the moment is interrupted by Cedric's steady voice. "Are you ready, young master? We're about to arrive at the head office of the Supreme Familia."

Alex turns his attention back inside the car. "Yeah," he responds, a hint of determination in his voice. "And you got all the documents, right?"

Cedric nods and reaches into the glove compartment, pulling out a thick file. "Yes, I have everything. Do a recheck to confirm."

Alex takes the file and methodically flips through it. Each page is scrutinized with care. He stops briefly at the page documenting his own registration as the boss of Sun Familia, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. As he turns the page, he sees Tyson's document, detailing his role as Executer, his height of 170 cm, and his photo. "Yep, everything is perfect," Alex murmurs, closing the file.

Cedric glances at him through the rearview mirror, his tone carrying a note of caution. "Listen, the first thing you must do is to remain cool and be respectful and don't mock them with your words."

Alex remains silent, his gaze once again drifting to the passing city. Cedric's voice rises slightly, a hint of irritation creeping in. "You heard me, right?"

Alex finally responds, his tone nonchalant. "I'll try."

Cedric's patience wears thin. "You try?!"

Alex chuckles, a sound that breaks the tension in the car. "It's really fun pissing you off, Cedric."

Cedric sighed, shaking his head. "We are here," he announced as he brought the car to a stop in front of an imposing building. At the top of the building, a yellow eagle symbol flag fluttered in the wind. The eagle's head was adorned with a small cross as a crown, and red stripes outlined the flag, adding a regal touch.

Alex stepped out of the car, his eyes immediately drawn to the flag. The symbol of Supreme Guardian Familia loomed above them, a reminder of the powerful organization they were about to confront. Cedric joined him, his usual composed demeanor masking any apprehension he might have felt.

Alex steps out of the car, his demeanor shifting to one of composed readiness. "Okay, let's go, Cedric."

They walked towards the entrance, where a man in a black suit stood smoking. He looked at them with a smirk. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the old Sun Familia itself. I thought everyone died in that war. No matter how hard you clean some germs still remain" he said mockingly.

Cedric quickly glanced at Alex, whose facial expression remained calm, but his clenched fists betrayed his anger. Cedric stepped forward, addressing the man. "We are here for the registration. Is Mr. Patric available?"

The man laughed, his mockery echoing in the entrance. Alex's fists tightened even more, the muscles becoming visible as he tensed up. He began to move forward, but Cedric stopped him by placing a firm hand on his shoulder. Alex looked back at Cedric, who shook his head slightly, signaling him to hold back. Alex sighed, forcing himself to calm down.

"He's on the fifth floor," the man said between bouts of laughter.

Cedric nodded. "Let's go, young master," he said, guiding Alex towards the building. As they entered, Alex shot a glare back at the man, who was still laughing, his eyes cold and predatory. Cedric's pat on his shoulder brought him back to focus, and they continued to the elevator.

Inside the towering structure of the Supreme Guardian Familia headquarters, the air was thick with anticipation and determination. Cedric, ever disciplined, walked beside Alex, who exuded an effortless confidence. As they approached the grand doors of the registration office, Cedric offered one last piece of advice.

"Remember, Alex, this is a crucial meeting. Show them the respect they deserve."

Alex nodded, his eyes gleaming with a mix of resolve and amusement. "Don't worry, Cedric. I've got this."

The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and they stepped out into a spacious, elegantly decorated hallway. As they approached the grand doors of the registration office, a guard in a black suit, sporting a yellow eagle badge over his heart and wearing black glasses, stood to attention.

Cedric stepped forward, his voice calm and respectful. "We are here to meet Mr. Patric for registration. Can you let him know that we have arrived?"

The guard nodded. "Please wait a moment, sir." He pulled out a button-type device, pressing it and speaking into it. "Sir, the Sun Familia is here for registration."

From his earpiece, a voice responded, "Let them in."

The guard turned back to them, opening the door. "Please enter."

Cedric and Alex stepped into the room, finding themselves in a spacious office. A middle-aged man, Mr. Patric, sat at a large chair behind a desk cluttered with bundles of documents awaiting his attention. Behind him stood another man in a matching suit, his hands clasped behind his back as he observed them keenly.

Mr. Patric looked up from his paperwork and, noticing their presence, stood up from his seat. "Welcome, gentlemen," he said, his tone formal yet welcoming. "Please, take your seats."

Cedric and Alex nodded, taking the offered seats in front of the desk. Patric resumed his position, leaning forward slightly.

"We've been expecting you," Patric continued, his gaze shifting between Cedric and Alex. "I trust you have all the necessary documents for the registration?"

Cedric nodded, handing over the file to Patric. "Yes, everything is here."

Patric took the file, flipping through it with practiced ease. "Good, good," he muttered, scanning the documents. His eyes lingered briefly on Tyson's document, his surprise evident for a moment before he quickly regained his composure, noting the photo. He looked up, his expression unreadable. "Everything seems to be in order."

Alex remained silent, his gaze unwavering as he watched Patric. The tension in the room was palpable, the significance of this meeting weighing heavily on all present.

Patric closed the file and placed it on his desk. "Now, before we proceed further, I must ask if you are certain about this. Your familia has taken a huge hit, and right now not only the government but some other familias view you as enemies because of the war your father caused. Do you think you will be fine?"

Alex met Patric's gaze firmly. "Mr. Patric, do you really think my father caused that war for no reason? You trusted my father, right?"

Patric nodded solemnly. "Of course. He was a great man who created familia organization. But even if we try to explain it to others, they will not trust us easily. You know that."

"Yes, you're right," Alex replied, his tone steady.

Patric leaned back slightly. "Well, don't worry about that. Our boos is investigating that until he is away I am acting boos so I will do what I can. But more importantly, will you be okay? Other familias will make their move, and I heard that five years ago you were attacked. Are you sure you're going to be fine?"

Alex smiled confidently. "Please, don't worry about that. I trust my familia; they will protect me," he said, glancing at Cedric. "Plus, I found someone I can count on, just like five years ago."

Hearing this, Cedric couldn't help but smirk, knowing exactly who Alex was referring to.

Patric's eyes narrowed slightly. "Your Executor, Tyson, correct?" Alex nodded

Patric studied Alex for a moment before slowly smiling. "Well, that's all I wanted to ask. Now, let's proceed." He then ordered the man behind him to bring the suitcase.

As the man left the room, Patric began preparing the documents. Moments later, the man returned, carrying a suitcase adorned with the Sun Familia's symbol. He placed it on the table.

Patric handed over the documents to Alex, pointing to the column marked 'Familia's Boss.' "Sign here."

Alex took the pen and signed his name with a flourish. Patric nodded approvingly. "And with that, the registration is completed. Here is the authority certificate along with all the legal licenses and documents. Check them for confirmation."

Cedric meticulously examined the suitcase's contents. After a thorough analysis, he said, "Everything is alright, but the Executor's license and documents are missing."

Patric nodded. "Yes, about the Executor..." He began to explain the situation, his tone serious.

After the explanation, Alex nodded. "We understand. We will let him know."

Patric added, "The card is in the suitcase. Tell him to bring it on the appointed day; it's really important."

Cedric responded, "Understood."

Patric and both men stood up, and Patric extended his hand. "Good luck, Alex. I hope you will do a great job just like your father."

Alex shook his hand firmly. "Thanks. Trust me, I will show you the Familia organization what it used to be."

Patric smiled. "I look forward to that." he replied then Alex said "See you later, Mr. Patric."

Alex and Cedric left the room, the suitcase securely in hand. As the door closed behind them, Patric settled back into his chair, turning to the man behind him. "What do you think, Yuno?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "Do you think that kid can do what he said?"

Yuno shrugged slightly. "I don't know. Maybe he can, since he's James' son."

Patric chuckled. "Yeah, the fallen sun is going to rise again. this era is going to be an interesting one."

Yuno looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Patric leaned back, his fingers steepled thoughtfully. "There are many interesting candidates entering the familia organization this year, but none have caught my attention as much as this one did." He pointed at a document on his desk.

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Yuno's eyes widened as he read the name. "The Sun Executor? What's so special about him?"

Patric's smile grew wider. "He's an outsider."

Yuno's shock was palpable. "An outsider?!"

Patric nodded. "Yes, he wasn't born into the familia, but he's a member. His data is outstanding, and it seems like Alex trusts him a lot. You know it's not that simple, right?"

Yuno nodded slowly. "I guess I understand what you're saying."

Patric's expression turned serious. "Hey, Yuno, you're in charge of the exam, right?"

Yuno nodded again. "Yes, sir."

Patric's eyes gleamed with intent. "Keep an eye on him. Observe his movements and report everything to me."

"Okay, sir," Yuno replied.

Patric looked down at Tyson's document, a smirk playing on his lips. "Interesting... the Sun Executor Tyson, huh? I look forward to seeing how you're going to tackle this challenge," he thought to himself.

--At the Entrance of the Supreme Guardian Familia Building --

As Alex and Cedric were making their way to the exit from the entrance, the man who had been smoking earlier noticed them and laughed. "Oh, you guys done already?" he jeered.

Alex smiled and replied, "Yeah, and there's something I've got to give you." He sped up, overtaking Cedric.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," Cedric thought to himself.

Alex broke into a run, jumping and delivering a strong sidekick to the man's face, sending him sprawling. Cedric sighed, seeing the inevitable conflict unfold.

The man stood up, his nose and mouth bleeding. "How dare you, bastard!" he shouted, pulling out a gun and aiming it at Alex.

Before he could fire, Alex kicked his hand, causing him to drop the gun. The man tried to punch Alex, but Alex dodged it effortlessly. "Too slow," he taunted, before punching the man in the stomach, making him kneel on the ground, clutching his midsection.

The commotion attracted the attention of the Supreme Guardian Familia security guards, who rushed over and aimed their rifles at Alex. "Don't move, or else we won't hesitate to shoot you!" they shouted.

Ignoring the warning, Alex kicked the man in the face again, causing him to spit blood. "If you had insulted just me, I might have let it slide. But you insulted my whole familia. You think you could get away with that?" Alex growled, grabbing the man's collar.

"Hey, do you value your life?" the guards shouted.

Cedric intervened, "Drop it. Your man was at fault. If you get yourselves involved, you'll also face consequences." He narrowed his eyes, slowly reaching for his gun.

Suddenly, a commanding voice shouted, "Stop it right there!" It was Patric and Yuno.

Alex released the man's collar, and Cedric put his gun back in its holster. The man quickly ran to Patric, panic etched on his face. "Sir, that guy attacked me!" he exclaimed, pointing at his injured face.

Yuno stepped forward. "The situation is under my control. You can go back to your positions," he instructed the guards.

"Yes, sir," they replied in unison and left.

Patric glared at Alex. "Do I need to explain myself?" Alex asked.

Patric sighed. "No need. You may leave."

The man, still seething, pointed his finger at Alex. "Please, don't listen to whatever that punk says!"

Cedric swiftly drew his gun and shot sharply at the man's pointing finger. The man cried out in pain, blood flowing from his hand. "Watch your tongue and finger who you're addressing. Right now, you are in the presence of the Sun Familia boss, so you better show some respect, or else the next bullet will be shot in your head," Cedric said, his eyes narrowed.

The man shivered in fear.

Patric stepped in. "I apologize for his stupid behavior. I will make sure he faces the consequences. Leave it to me."

Alex nodded. "Okay, we'll leave that to you. Let's go, Cedric."

Cedric holstered his gun, and they both headed towards their car. Cedric took the driver's seat, and Alex sat in the back. The black car drove away, leaving the Supreme Guardian Familia building behind.

Patrick stared down at the man before him, his expression a mixture of disappointment and cold authority. "Your name is Ben, right?"

The man nodded nervously. "Y-Yes, sir."

"You have been slacking off a lot lately. You haven't completed a single mission properly during these past months. I thought you might improve, but not only did you continue to neglect your duties, you also picked a fight with the Sun Familia and—"

Ben interrupted, "I-I didn't do anything wrong! That boy was lying to you, sir!"

Patrick turned towards Yuno and said, "Yuno, why don't you explain to Ben the significance of our familia's badge?" He gestured to the badge on Ben's suit, which bore the Supreme Guardian Familia eagle symbol, just like the flag.

Yuno nodded, tapping on his tablet. "Of course. Our badge symbolizes the pride and honor of the Supreme Guardian Familia. The eagle represents vigilance, signifying our authority to watch over everything and our responsibility. So that's why there's a little camera and microphone attached to it." He then revealed a video on the tablet, showing how Ben had talked and acted earlier.

Ben's face went pale as he looked down at his badge, seeing the eagle's eye shining, revealing the hidden camera. "N-No way," he muttered.

Patrick ripped the badge from Ben's chest. "You don't deserve this anymore. You are going to work as a garbage collector for the rest of your life."

Ben stammered, "B-But sir—"

Patrick cut him off, "You are dismissed. You are no longer a member of the Supreme Guardian Familia." He turned to walk away.

In desperation, Ben threw himself in front of Patrick, pleading, "Please forgive me, give me one last chance!"

Yuno's kick came so fast that Ben didn't see it coming. He fell to the ground, clutching his chest in pain. "Stay back," Yuno said in a cold voice.

Ben shivered, tears streaming down his face. Patrick approached him, his eyes filled with disdain. "I'm not the one you should be apologizing to. You should be glad that I'm just the acting boss right now, or you would be dead by now. And not only that, you are going to the Sun Familia and beg for their forgiveness. If they don't grant it, I don't know what's going to happen to you anymore."

Patrick turned to Yuno. "Yuno, take him to the chamber and teach him some discipline."

Yuno nodded, "Yes, sir." He grabbed Ben by the leg and began dragging him towards a nearby chamber. Ben panicked, screaming and begging for forgiveness.

The door to the chamber opened, revealing strong and burly men holding bats and various torturing equipment. Yuno dragged Ben inside and closed the door. The screams of pain echoed outside.

-Astral High School, After School Hours-

The school day had ended, and the usually bustling halls of Astral High School were now quiet. However, the basketball court remained lively. Tyson and his friends—Ethan, Reed, Lucas, and Chloe—were still there, drenched in sweat and taking a break. While they rested and sipped their drinks, Tyson continued to shoot hoops by himself. Unbeknownst to them, a group of four students watched from afar under a tree. Three boys and a girl with black hair and piercing purple eyes stood there, observing the scene.

"Is it him?" the girl asked one of the boys, her gaze fixed on Tyson.

"Yes, sis. That's Tyson," he replied. "What are you going to do?"

She smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Wait and watch."

Back at the court, Tyson grumbled aloud, "Ahh, that was annoying. Why was every teacher telling me to be on time?" He recalled the events of the day, feeling a mix of irritation and amusement. Almost every teacher had reminded him to be punctual, but none of them had seemed genuinely angry they were just enjoying the moment.

Reed chuckled, "Yeah, that was totally hilarious. Your reaction was priceless!"

"True," Lucas agreed, joining in the laughter, while Chloe tried to stifle her giggles.

Tyson turned to them, an irritated smile on his face. "You guys sure are having a good laugh at my expense."

Chloe, still giggling, said, "Can you blame us?"

Tyson sighed. "But if they know about my match, why were they still giving me a hard time?"

Ethan, who was playing against him, answered while dribbling the ball, "That's because you never give them a chance to scold you. You don't make any mistakes, so they didn't hold back once they knew you were late." He aimed for the basket, but suddenly realized the ball had vanished from his hands. Looking up, he saw Tyson effortlessly sinking a shot.

"When the heck did you take the ball?!" Ethan exclaimed, shocked.

"Oh, you were slow, that's all," Tyson replied

"No, you were too damn fast!" Ethan protested. "Was I really that slow, or are you just insanely quick?"

"Thanks to training, I guess," Tyson replied nonchalantly.

Ethan joined the others and grabbed his drink. "So, did you fill out your career plan application today?" he asked, throwing a chilled water bottle to Tyson, who caught it smoothly.

"Nah," Tyson replied, opening the bottle cap. "I don't know what to write, especially since I can't put 'Sun Familia's Executor' on it." Everyone took a sip of their drinks.

"I see," Ethan said, drinking deeply from his bottle.

"Well, I managed to put it on hold thanks to our class rep. Don't you guys think she's nice?" Tyson added before taking a sip.

The three others looked shocked by his comment. Ethan, who had just taken a gulp, started coughing violently.

"What's wrong, guys?" Tyson asked, puzzled by their reactions.

Ethan, still coughing, managed to speak between breaths, "You... you actually think the class rep is nice?"

Reed, Lucas, and Chloe exchanged knowing glances, barely suppressing their laughter.

Reed chuckled. "Um, Mr. Tyson, from which angle do you think our class rep is nice?" he asked, a teasing tone in his voice.

I was confused. "What do you mean?"

Ethan joined in, still catching his breath. "She's always cold and strict, you know?"

Chloe nodded in agreement. "Yeah, especially towards boys. She doesn't even talk to them and almost never smiles. She always has that serious look. But I won't go as far as calling her not a nice person she is just hard to approach"

Lucas and Reed both nodded, confirming Chloe's observation.

"But she talks just fine to me," I said, still puzzled.

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "You're the only boy she talks to freely."

I decided not to mention the time I had seen her smile. I wondered why she behaved differently with me but chose to keep it to myself. Joining my friends on the bench, I asked, "What about you guys? What careers are you choosing?"

Reed was the first to answer. "I'm going to join the Air Force."

Lucas followed, "I'll enter the software field."

Chloe added, "I'll help my parents with their family restaurant, and one day, I'll run it on my own."

"So, you're going to take over, huh?" I said, nodding. "Nice."

Then I turned to Ethan. "And what about you?"

Ethan shrugged. "Since my dad is a businessman, I'm going to take over his business."

"I see," I said thoughtfully. "Hey, guys," I continued, grabbing their attention. "Since you guys are not outsiders, when I become the executor and if you get into big trouble or see one, contact me. I'll be there to solve it, no matter what."

'Yeah, these guys are definitely not outsiders. There are two types of people in this world: first, those who aren't born into a Familia but know about us and call for help when trouble strikes. Then, there are the true members—those born into a Familia or who have sworn loyalty. They possess complete knowledge about our organization. The rest, those who know nothing, are considered outsiders.'

My friends smiled slowly, understanding the gravity of my promise.

Ethan laughed. "Yeah, yeah, we will do that, Mr. Executor."

The others nodded in agreement. Reed commented, "Man, you're talking like it's our last day of school."

Lucas added, "Do you think we'll be able to meet like this after graduation? Everyone will be busy with their own lives."

Chloe chimed in, trying to stay positive. "Come on, don't say that. Of course, we will, right, guys?" But the others fell silent, lost in thought. they were silent lost in deep thoughts, of course they will because after the graduation everyone will be busy in their own life and we will face different situations. despite all that will we meet each other like we always do. is that really possible, I mean yeah even I don't know how things will be after I become executer will I get free time to meet with up with these guys. who knows

Chloe's murmurs brought me back to reality. "Guys?" she said, looking for reassurance.

Then gets still no response I guess I should do something about this awkward situation. "Chloe, we can't be so sure about that because we don't know what might happen. We'll mostly be busy with our work, that's certain."

The others nodded in agreement. Chloe had a realization and looked disappointed. "Yeah, you're right. Guess we won't meet each other," she said with a sad tone.

Trying to lift their spirits, I added, "Well, I can't be sure about that either." They all looked at me, puzzled. "Of course, we won't be able to meet each other like we do at school, but that doesn't mean we won't see each other forever. We'll still be in the same city, and as long as we're close, there will be many possibilities to meet, right?"

Ethan nodded. "True. Sure, we'll be busy, but not forever. When we get time, we'll definitely meet up."

Reed agreed. "Yeah, of course."

Lucas and Chloe smiled, feeling reassured.

I continued, "Also, don't you think it's too early to discuss this? Our third year just started today. We should enjoy it as much as possible."

Ethan laughed. "Yeah, you're right. We can discuss that later."

Reed grinned. "Damn, I forgot about that for a moment."

Lucas teased, "Dude," and Ethan added, "Now I'm worried about the Air Force if they let you in."

Reed, pretending to be offended, said, "What did you just say!?"

Everyone laughed, and I checked my watch. "Let's go, guys. It's getting late." It was 4:30 pm.

Ethan agreed. "Yeah, I'm getting hungry."

Reed chimed in, "Me too."

I suggested, "How about we drop by Mr. Albert's Café?"

Everyone nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, let's go there!" "Count me in!" "Me too!" they all said.

With that, we grabbed our bags and began walking towards the court's exit, discussing what we should eat. Suddenly, Ethan noticed something. "Hey, Tyson, somebody's there," he said, looking towards the exit.

I saw three boys and a girl with striking purple eyes, her arms folded, standing near the court's exit. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, and her slender frame exuded an air of confidence. calm, precise, and unwavering, with an intensity in her gaze that was hard to ignore.

As we approached, the girl stepped forward.

"You must be Tyson, right?" she asked, her voice calm but commanding.

"Yeah, how can I help you?" I replied cautiously.

"So, you're the upcoming executor, huh?" she said, which shocked my friends. I, however, remained calm.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, first i want see how much she knows about the Familia organization. Is she not an outsider or is she bluffing? I wondered.

She replied, "Don't worry, I'm not an outsider. I was born in the Familia organization."

-To be contined-