The bustling streets of Elystria Prime were alive with neon lights, flying airships, and the hum of divine tech. Kiyoto Mushu Justin, seventeen, tall, blonde with striking red-gold eyes, was lost in thought, practicing his Pulse Mode Ascendant techniques while walking.
Distracted, he collided with someone. Papers flew everywhere.
> "Oh—uh… I'm sorry!" Kiyoto exclaimed, looking down at the girl sprawled on the ground.
The girl, Mitsui Tachaina, also seventeen, had long black hair tied loosely and wore simple clothes—she looked poor compared to the opulence around. She scrambled to pick up her scattered items.
> "It's… okay," she muttered, slightly flustered.
Kiyoto, normally arrogant but with a naturally kind streak, extended a hand to help her.
> "Here, let me help you. I wasn't paying attention."
Mitsui hesitated but took it, their hands brushing. Something unspoken passed between them—a spark of curiosity, maybe fate.
As they stood, Kiyoto couldn't help but notice her quiet determination and sharp eyes, even beneath her modest appearance.
> "You walk carefully," he teased lightly, a childish grin forming. "Or you'll bump into people like me."
> Mitsui rolled her eyes but smiled faintly. "And you should watch where you're going, Mr…?"
> "Kiyoto. Kiyoto Mushu Justin," he said, with a casual shrug, hiding the weight of his divine heritage.
Thus began a meeting that would entwine a boy with the blood of gods and a girl who survived the harsh streets, setting the stage for adventures, secrets, and growing bonds.
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