Takiomi Kessei sat in the Awakening Center, hands gripping his knees. Children around him whispered excitedly, waiting for their turn to discover their Fate. His mother, a gentle woman with kind eyes, knelt beside him, smiling reassuringly.
"No matter what happens," she whispered, squeezing his hand, "your Fate is special. Because it's yours."
The Awakening crystal glowed as Takiomi stepped forward. Power surged through him, darkness swirling in his vision. A pitch-black katana materialized in his hands—simple, unremarkable. The room fell silent. Then, whispers.
"That's it? A sword?"
"He’s just a low-tier summoner."
"Lame."
The examiner sighed. "Summoning Fate. Basic weapon. Category: Low."
Takiomi's heart sank. His brother, Hiroto, had awakened the **Fate of the Heavenly Spirit**, granting him inhuman strength and divine spells. His sister wielded **God’s Light**, a beacon of holy energy. Compared to them, he was nothing.
His mother placed a hand on his head. "Taki, your Fate is the best I've ever seen."
He wanted to believe her. But when he got home, his siblings ridiculed him. School was worse. They called him weak. Useless. A failure.
They never saw what he did.
Alone in his room, he gripped his katana. **It spoke to him.**
*"You are not weak."*
*"You must become strong. Stronger than them all."*
So, he trained. **In secret.** Every night, every dawn. The world saw a powerless boy. But beneath his uniform, his body became steel. At fifteen, he towered at **6'3, a living weapon**. He kept his strength hidden. Waiting.
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### **The Day Fate Changed**
It was the final day of school. Soon, students would take their entrance exams for **The Justice Academy**, the world's top hero school. The farewell ceremony was in full swing. Students laughed, chatted, took pictures—until the sky darkened.
The first explosion shattered the windows.
Screams.
A **villain raid.** Dozens of them, their bodies pulsing with dark energy. Teachers activated their Fates, fighting back. But the villains were prepared. **More powerful. More brutal.**
Takiomi’s classmates huddled together, shaking. Hiroto’s voice rang out. “Stay back, weaklings! I’ll handle this!”
He charged in, fists glowing with divine energy. His sister followed, beams of light tearing through the villains. They were strong.
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But not strong enough.
A massive figure stepped forward—a villain whose **Fate wielded supernova plasma.** A burning sphere crackled in his hands.
"Pathetic." He hurled the blazing mass toward them.
Takiomi moved without thinking. **Sword drawn.**
The moment the plasma hit, his world exploded in white-hot agony.
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### **The Void Between Life and Death**
A deafening silence. **Half of his body was gone.** Flesh burned. Limbs disintegrated. His consciousness faded.
Yet his heart still beat.
Darkness swallowed him. **He opened his eyes.**
He was seated, tied to a chair in an abyss of nothingness.
A voice. Cold. Familiar.
*"Pathetic. What a waste. A loser. A bastard. Garbage. A mistake."*
A figure emerged from the shadows—his own reflection, but older. Sharper. Colder.
**Taki Omen.**
"Only this time," the figure whispered, stepping closer, "I'll help."
Pain surged. His heartbeat slowed. Then—
A **second heartbeat.**
His **eye color burned crimson.**
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### **Massacre of the Unworthy**
The school hall dripped with blood. **Butchered corpses.**
Taki Omen stood amidst the carnage, a cold smile on his lips. The villains—the ones who had mocked him—lay in pieces. He felt nothing.
The surviving students cowered in the corner. Eyes wide. Terrified.
This wasn’t the weakling they had bullied.
This was something else.
Something **monstrous.**
Takiomi turned, blood dripping from his fingers. He took a step forward, and they flinched.
His gaze shifted to his sword. It had changed.
Pitch-black. Words in an **ancient language** engraved across the blade. A **dragon’s eye embedded in the hilt**, staring into his soul.
His vision blurred. **Power drained.** His body collapsed.
The sword vanished with him.
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### **The Investigation**
He woke up to the sound of beeping machines. His mother clutched his hand, sobbing.
He was in a hospital.
Before he could speak, a man in uniform entered. **Officer Igarashi.**
His expression was unreadable. “Kessei. Let’s talk.”
Takiomi swallowed. “About what?”
The officer placed a **file** on the table. Pictures spilled out—images of the massacre. Limbs. Blood. The bodies of **villains and civilians alike.**
Takiomi’s stomach twisted.
“Son,” the officer’s voice was firm. “We need answers.”
Takiomi stared at the pictures. His voice came out hoarse. “I... I don’t remember. The last thing I knew… I was burning. Then I woke up here.”
Silence.
The officer leaned forward. **“Do you expect me to believe that?”**
Takiomi clenched his fists. “I’m telling the truth.”
Igarashi exhaled sharply. “If you weren’t a minor, you’d already be behind bars. The only reason you’re not is because we have no evidence that you acted willingly.”
His mother's grip on his hand tightened. “Please… my son wouldn’t—”
“He wouldn’t?” Igarashi interrupted, eyes narrowing. “Then tell me, Ms. Kessei… how did a kid who supposedly had a **low-tier Fate** massacre **over twenty villains** and **regenerate his own severed limbs?**”
Silence choked the room.
Takiomi looked down at his hands. **Perfect. Unscarred.**
Igarashi stood up, sighing. “There’s something inside you, Kessei. And I don’t know if it’s good or evil.” He turned to leave. But then—
Takiomi’s voice stopped him.
“…Sir. I need to ask you something.”
Igarashi turned back. “What?”
Takiomi looked up, eyes shadowed. **“…Can I still become a hero?”**
The officer stared at him for a long moment. Then, without a word, he left the room.
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### **A New Path**
Days later, Takiomi was discharged. The world whispered about the **mystery of the boy who shouldn’t have survived.** Some called him a **miracle.** Others a **monster.**
He ignored them all.
Instead, he walked to the nearest terminal and submitted his application to **The Justice Academy.**
With that, **his true story began.**
END CH-1