After a serious discussion about the threats from other schools, Hiro and the others returned to school as usual. But Hiro's thoughts were still in chaos. Wanting to clear his mind, he took a walk alone to the nearby park.
As he strolled through the quiet area, he noticed an old man lying on the grass, seemingly asleep.
Huh? Who sleeps here? Is this guy crazy or what...?
He approached carefully.
"Uh, excuse me, sir. You can't sleep here... You'll catch a cold," Hiro said politely.
The old man opened one eye and snapped, "Hmph… You fool. I wasn't sleeping. I was thinking."
Hiro let out a small laugh. "Haha, sorry, old man."
But the man stared at him more seriously, as if scanning his very soul.
"Hmm… Your aura… Who are you, kid?"
"I'm Hiro. Just a regular student from Methodist High…"
The man stood up and looked at him with a sharp gaze. "Wanna fight?"
"Wait, what?! I don't wanna fight you, old man!"
But before Hiro could react, the man disappeared—and reappeared right in front of him, his finger pressed against Hiro's chest.
BOOM!
An explosion erupted within Hiro's body. He dropped to his knees, trembling from the pain surging through him.
I can't… give up!
With all his strength, Hiro activated his Imagine ability, visualizing the man's body being torn apart from the inside.
But nothing happened.
Instead, he noticed something strange—one of the man's eyes was glowing. It looked like... a star.
That eye... what is it?
Suddenly, everything stopped. The wind, the birds, even the rustling leaves—total silence.
Why… can't I move?!
"Heh…" the man chuckled. "You've got potential, kid. But you're not ready yet. Your powers are still immature."
He grinned.
"Name's Jeison hoshizora. I'm 20, dammit. I'm not some old geezer!"
And just like that, he vanished.
Still breathing heavily, Hiro pulled out his phone and searched the name "Jeison hoshizora."
What he found nearly stopped his heart.
Jeison: A dangerous individual prophesied to destroy the universe. Wanted by secret organizations around the world.
"W-What the hell?! I almost died just now!"
A few hours later…
Still feeling unsettled, Hiro stepped outside again for some fresh air.
But before he could even breathe, a voice called out behind him.
"Oi, bastard. You Hiro?"
Hiro turned. A guy in a different school uniform stood under a streetlight. Casual stance, but the pressure rolling off him was suffocating.
"Who are you?" Hiro asked, cautious.
"I'm Renjiro Saito. One of the top 8 strongest students across all schools."
"…What do you want?"
Renjiro grinned darkly. "I'm gonna crush you. Get ready—next week, you're going down."
Hiro said nothing. He could feel it—this guy wasn't bluffing.
Renjiro casually walked away, leaving Hiro standing there in silence.
"…Man, I really am unlucky," Hiro muttered, staring up at the night sky