Office of the President, Kaminari Toy Co., Ltd., Saitama City.

  "Yes, I'll make sure he prepares some new material as soon as possible."

  "Thank you very much."

  Kaminari's father, dressed in a formal suit, slowly hung up the phone, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. The call had e from Japan's MTV musietwork, inf him that they inteo heavily promote his so year. However, one song alone, Only My Railgun, wouldn't suffice for a full-scale push. They needed more material preferably a new song.

  It was good news, great news, even. Some up-and-ing singers would be over the moon at the opportunity. But for Kaminari's father, there were doubts lingering in the back of his mind.

  The core issue was that new song request. How could he be sure his son could e up with arack as strong as the first? Inspiration didn't always strike twice, especially not on demand. Creativity wasn't a sce, after all.

  "Hmm… I'd better ask him first."

  Now, he was filled with , not only about whether Kaminari could deliver anh-quality song, but also whether the request would put too much pressure on him. After all, the U.A. High School entrance exam was week, and he didn't want anything distrag Kaminari from what he believed was more important: getting into U.A. and pursuing a career as a professional Hero.

  "If it doesn't work out, we'll just let this music opportunity go. Getting into U.A. es first," he decided.

  Having made up his mind, he took out his phone and quickly dialed his son's number, listening anxiously to the rings.

  "Dad?" Kaminari's voice came through, sounding slightly fused.

  "Well, um… I just wao ask, have you been w on any new songs tely?"

  Kaminari, who had just reached the ground floor of the office building, stopped in his tracks. He gnced up toward the floor where his father's pany was located. "How did you know I nning to release a new song?"

  His father's ued question had caught him off guard. He hadn't told anyone about his p.

  "Huh?" His father was taken aback for a moment before quickly responding, "You actually have a new song? Since when?"

  "I've been w on something for a while," Kaminari expined. "With U.A. starting soon, I wasn't sure I'd have time for music, so I figured I'd release my sed single beforehand."

  He paused, still puzzled. "But seriously, how did you know about the new song?"

  His father let out a small ugh and expihe call from MTV, mentioning how they wanted more tent if they were going to focus on promoting him.

  Kaminari's initial surprise quickly gave way to uanding. He wasn't too shocked by MTV's i. After all, Only My Railgun was a solid song, and its sales had been quite promising.

  However, what Kaminari didn't realize was that the sudden attention wasn't just about the quality of his song. Without the text of a popur anime or established fame, Only My Railgun would have been just anood tra a sea of music. Moreover, other artists oform had simir or eveer sales numbers. Under normal circumstances, a sed promotional push wouldn't happen until a sed hit was in the bag.

  But thanks to a certain intervention, Kaminari was about to get a rare opportunity.

  "Dad, I'm downstairs. I'm ing up now to start rec," Kaminari said as he joined a stream of office workers entering the twenty-story building.

  "You're here already?" His father's voice lifted with a mix of surprise and relief. "Great! I'll get everythi up right away."

  After hanging up, his father stepped out of his office, a rush of excitement c through him. He was eager to hear what Kaminari's new song would sound like. After all, the previous track had climbed to seventh p the sales charts—without any substantial promotion. Nearly all of its success was thanks to the song's quality, and the rest could be attributed to Kaminari's intriguing persona. There was no denying that the boy's striking looks had caught the attention of more than a few listeners.

  "Heh, not bad for a fifteen-year-old," Kaminari's father thought with a grin as he hurried down the hall.

  Kaminari followed his father to a small but well-equipped rec studio located within the pany's building. It was an unusual setup for a toy pany that specialized in Pikachu merdise, but his father had spared no expense iing up a det studio just for him.

  The studio even had a professional sound engineer, Dawu, on standby. While Dawu wasn't particurly famous in the industry, he had more than enough skill to hahe studio's needs. His main job was to maintain the equipment and ensure everything ran smoothly whenever Kaminari o record.

  "Dawu, Kaminari's ready to record a new song," his father announced as they ehe room. Dawu was slouched on a couch, absorbed in a game on his phone. He jumped up as soon as he saw the president.

  "Yes, sir!" Dawu stammered, quickly stashing his phone away and looking a bit embarrassed. But before he could say anything else, Kaminari's father waved his hand dismissively.

  "Never mind that. Just get the equipment ready, and there'll be ions from your paycheck."

  "Here, this has the sheet musid lyrics," Kaminari said, handing Dawu a USB drive.

  Dawu, adjusting his gsses, took the drive with both hands a over to the mixio begiing up. As an otaku and an avid anime fan, he had loved "Only My Railgun." There was only ohing he had felt was g: he thought the song would have been eveer if it had been sung by a girl. The thought of a female voice giving life to those lyrics had made him wish the track had a different vocalist.

  He g Kaminari, who was standing in the sound booth with his blond hair, highlighted by a bck streak shaped like a lightning bolt. "If only the young master were a girl…" Dawu mused, half-jokingly. "He'd definitely make a cute idol."

  Little did he know, if Kaminari had any inkling of those thoughts, Dawu might very well have found himself on the receiving end of a highly unpleasant jolt.

  Meanwhile, Kaminari had already taken his p the rec booth, positioning himself in front of the mic. He took a moment to adjust his breathing a into the right headspace. It took him a full two minutes before he felt ready, raising his hand in an "OK" gesture toward Dawu.

  "This song is going to be my gift," Kaminari thought to himself. "To mark the start of something new. It's for me, for the future students and teachers of U.A., and for everyone who dreams of being a Hero."

  As Kaminari's fiightened on the mic stand, the rhythmic strum of aric guitar filled the studio, followed by the powerful beat of drums. This wasn't just any song—this was an anthem for those who dared to dream big, to rise above the ordinary.

  And just like that, Kaminari's sed single began to e to life.

  (T/N: His sed single is Hero by DOA you listen to it if you want)