The shopping district was alive with laughter and warmth, but in the shadows, unseen eyes watched.
Takumi crouched on a rooftop, his piercing gaze locked onto the Kaisers below. His two most trusted right-hand men stood beside him, cloaked in darkness. They blended into the city like ghosts, unseen yet ever-present.
Takumi's grip tightened around the hilt of his sword. He watched as Kaiser ruffled Hana's hair, as Sakura teased him, as Sora smirked at their banter. They looked… happy. United.
It made him *sick*.
His fingers twitched with the urge to strike—to wipe those smiles off their faces. But he held himself back. *Not yet.*
"They look so carefree," one of his men muttered, a tall figure with silver hair and calculating eyes. "They don't even sense us."
"They don't *need* to," the second man added, his voice laced with amusement. "They're too busy playing family."
Takumi's jaw clenched.
*Family.*
Something he never had. Something that had been ripped from him. Despite having a father and a mother he was barely loved due to his weakness, always getting bullied and inability to be the top of the class.
He tore his gaze away, forcing himself to refocus. This wasn't the time to drown in old memories. Instead, he turned his attention inward—to the power that now coursed through his veins.
His training had been brutal. Unforgiving. He had pushed his body beyond its limits, enduring pain that would have broken lesser men.
But it had all been worth it.
He could feel it—the raw strength surging through him, the darkness that answered his call. He was no longer the weak, powerless boy who had once been cast aside.
No.
He was something else entirely now.
Stronger. Deadlier.
And soon… unstoppable.
One of his men stepped forward. "Takumi, when do we make our move?"
Takumi exhaled slowly, his expression unreadable. "Not yet."
The silver-haired man raised an eyebrow. "Not yet? You've grown stronger. We've grown stronger. What are we waiting for?"
Takumi's eyes flickered with something dangerous. "Timing."
The second man smirked. "So we wait until their guard is down?"
Takumi nodded. "I want to break Kaiser. Not just defeat him—*break* him. Destroy everything he holds dear."
His hands curled into fists. "His family. His pride. His *will*."
His voice was laced with venom, his hatred deeper than any wound.
The men beside him exchanged glances. They had seen Takumi's obsession grow stronger with each passing day. It wasn't just about revenge anymore—it was something darker.
One of them hesitated before speaking. "And if Kaiser is stronger than we expect?"
Takumi smirked, the shadows around him seeming to flicker in response.
"Then I'll simply become stronger."
Below them, Kaiser and his siblings continued to laugh, unaware of the storm brewing just beyond their reach.
Takumi turned away.
Their time was running out.
And when he finally struck—
There would be no mercy.
(Scene Cut – The Hideout, Preparing for War)
The air inside the hideout was thick with tension. A dim, flickering light illuminated the old stone walls, casting long shadows as Takumi and his right-hand men gathered around a large wooden table.
A map of the Kaiser estate lay before them, marked with notes and red ink.
Takumi traced a finger over the blueprint, his expression unreadable. "We hit them when they least expect it. We don't just attack—we dismantle them."
The silver-haired man folded his arms. "A direct assault?"
Takumi shook his head. "Not yet. We weaken them first. Pick them apart piece by piece."
The second man smirked. "Divide and conquer?"
Takumi nodded. "Exactly. The Kaisers are strong together. But if we separate them…" His eyes gleamed. "They'll fall."
He tapped the map, his voice low. "We start with their weakest link."
The silver-haired man narrowed his eyes. "You mean Hana."
Takumi's lips curled into a cruel smile. "A child is a liability. A weakness Kaiser can't afford. If we make a move on her, it'll force his hand."
Silence fell over the room.
Even for them, the idea of targeting a child was ruthless.
The second man leaned against the table, his grin sharp. "So what's the plan? Kidnap her?"
Takumi exhaled, his mind calculating every possible outcome. "Not yet. First, we test their defenses. Find the cracks in their armor."
He turned to his men, his voice cold. "We begin the first phase tomorrow."
His right-hand men exchanged glances, then nodded.
Takumi stared at the map, his mind already envisioning Kaiser's downfall.
They had waited long enough.
Now, it was time to strike.
( Scene Cut - time for school )
The weekend was over , the Kaisers were back to school, Hana went to an elementary school not too far from Sora middle school, Kaiser, Hinata, Sakura and Jin went their way to their school.
The bell rang, signaling the start of first period. Kaiser sat at his desk, the weight of the world hanging heavy on his shoulders. His thoughts wandered, as they often did, away from the classroom and toward his plans for the day. That was until a voice pierced his concentration.
"Kaiser!"
He didn't need to turn to know who it was. Rika, the classmate who never seemed to leave him alone, was already standing by his desk, her arms crossed and a smile plastered across her face.
"You should be grateful," she said, leaning down slightly, making sure her words reached him clearly. "Not many people have the privilege of my attention."
Kaiser raised an eyebrow, his gaze never leaving the window. He wasn't in the mood for this, but Rika was persistent—always had been.
"I'm good, thanks," Kaiser muttered, but Rika didn't back off.
"Oh, come on," she said, pulling out the chair next to him and sitting down without asking. "You know I'm just trying to help you. A guy like you—strong, talented, and with money—needs a partner who can keep up with him. And lucky for you, I'm just the one."
Kaiser exhaled sharply. Rika had been following him around since the start of the school year, dropping hints that she was somehow doing him a favor by showing interest in him. Every word out of her mouth was an attempt to manipulate him, but Kaiser wasn't having it. He didn't care about her wealth, her popularity, or her so-called "help."
"I'm not interested, Rika," he said firmly, not bothering to look at her.
But she wasn't finished. "Oh, I think you will be," she replied, her tone confident. "Everyone else at this school is so beneath you, but I'm on your level. Just imagine how powerful we could be together."
The bell rang again, signaling the start of class. Hinata who was sitting in the same seat as Kaiser, was not in any happy state due to the fact that her brother is being disturbed. Kaiser was relieved that Rika was finally forced to leave, but she didn't stop. No, she made sure to sit near him in every class, often sneaking glances or making remarks that only she seemed to think were clever. By lunch, Kaiser was done with her entirely. His patience was wearing thin, but just as he was about to head out to the courtyard, Rika intercepted him once again.
"Just admit it," she said with a smirk. "You're into me. I can see it in your eyes. You won't be able to resist me for long."
Kaiser didn't answer. He simply walked past her, not even giving her the satisfaction of a response. But she didn't give up, trailing behind him like a shadow, determined to get under his skin.
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**Later that day, Hana's Danger**
The final bell of the school day rang, and Kaiser began gathering his things, eager to head home. He had a quiet evening planned with his siblings. But his thoughts were cut short when a strange feeling washed over him. It wasn't fear—it was something deeper, more instinctual. Something was wrong.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, but when he checked it, there were no messages from Hana or Sakura. Still, a sense of dread clung to him as he headed outside, eyes scanning the area.
A sudden, intense rush of noise filled his ears, and his heart skipped a beat. It was a voice. Hana's voice—distant, but unmistakable. She was screaming.
"Kaiser!! Help me!!"
His blood ran cold. He didn't hesitate. His legs carried him faster than he ever thought possible. As he sprinted, the world around him blurred. Every step, every breath was focused on getting to Hana. He could hear her now—faint, terrified. She was in danger.
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**Sora's Incredible Hearing and Rescue**
At the same time, across town, Sora, in his classroom, ready to also leave for home. But suddenly, his sharp hearing picked up something faint—the unmistakable sound of distress. His eyes widened, and a chill ran down his spine as his heightened senses caught the sharp, terrified cry of his sister.
His gaze shot toward the door, and without a second thought, he bolted from his seat. Sora's feet pounded against the floor as he raced through the school, his mind focused entirely on his sister's voice.
He could hear her clearly now, but there was something wrong—it wasn't just fear; it was the sound of someone trying to drag her away. He followed the sound with precision, ignoring the confusion of his classmates. His hearing led him straight to her location.
Outside the school, near the alley, Hana was struggling against the grip of a silver-haired man. The attacker had a tight hold on her, dragging her toward an unmarked van. She kicked and screamed, but it was no use.
Sora's body was already in motion, the adrenaline pumping through his veins as he moved like a shadow in the night. He could hear every breath the man took, every movement the van made. He was ready.
The silver-haired man turned just in time to see Sora approach. He raised a hand, a silver blade flashing as he prepared to defend himself. "Stay back, boy," the kidnapper hissed, his eyes cold and calculating.
But Sora was faster. In an instant, he closed the distance, sidestepping the blade with ease. His body moved fluidly, almost impossibly fast. Sora struck with a brutal force, his fist connecting with the man's stomach. The silver-haired man gasped for air, his grip loosening on Hana.
Hana gasped as she fell to the ground, but Sora was already there, pulling her to safety.
The man recovered quickly, his silver blade coming down in a swift arc toward Sora's head. But Sora's reflexes were beyond human. He dodged the slash effortlessly, spinning around to deliver a brutal punch to the man's ribs, cracking several bones with the impact.
The kidnapper staggered back, clutching his side, but Sora wasn't done. He was faster, stronger, and more lethal. With a swift kick to the man's knee, he sent the silver-haired attacker crashing to the ground, unable to get back up.
Sora stood over him, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "I won't let anyone hurt my sister."
The silver-haired man tried to move, but Sora's knee was already pressing down on his chest. His breathing was shallow, his body trembling.
"Who sent you?" Sora demanded, his voice icy.
The man laughed, but it was a laugh of pain and desperation. "You'll never know... There are bigger players at work... and you'll never stop us."
Sora's eyes narrowed. "We'll see about that."
With a final punch to the man's head, he knocked him unconscious. The sound of sirens grew louder, but Sora didn't wait. He turned to Hana, his voice softening for the first time.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his tone full of concern.
Hana, still trembling, nodded. "I'm fine... thanks to you."
Sora's gaze softened. "You're safe now."
As the police arrived, Sora stood protectively by his sister, his heart still pounding from the fight. He had saved her, but he knew this was just the beginning.