The light of a new day illuminated the Cano family's kitchen as they ate breakfast.
Yukito, meanwhile, sat lost in thought, his gaze fixed on the horizon.
"Yukito," his father said, "Your mother and I have made a decision."
The conversation was direct. His constant fights in the street, his absences from school, and now this latest incident—something they felt had crossed a line.
"We'll enroll you in a private academy," his father said. "It's a boarding school in the mountains." His mother nodded,
hoping that a change of scenery might help with her son's troubled personality.
Yukito, quite surprised, didn't know what to say. Although his quarrelsome behavior left much to be desired, he wasn't all bad. He wasn't rude or aggressive with others, and he even had good grades in school. Even so, he didn't protest, so all he could say was, "Okay, I understand."
The decision was made.
"I'm glad you understand," his father said.
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After finishing his breakfast, Yukito headed to the yard, to a corner of the property on the edge of the woods, far from his father's blacksmith shop. After walking for a while, a discreet clearing appeared before him, where the earth was worn into a perfect circle from constant use. Sitting on a rock, he extended a hand in front of him. Not far from him, a rock the size of a head began to float, and then instantly flew straight toward Yukito. He easily caught it in his hand and then crushed the rock, leaving only rubble. Observing the remnants of the stone in his hand, he began to remember everything that had happened to bring him the strength he now possessed.
His life had been quite strange. At the tender age of ten, he discovered he had the ability to travel between realities, but this also came with other effects. Memories of events he had never experienced began to invade his mind, always accompanied by severe headaches, which slightly affected his daily life, but that was a minor effect.
Due to the repeated use of his ability, he had become sensitive to a strange energy, a subtle flow that permeated his entire being. Over time, he began to control it, and with practice, he improved. By the age of twelve, he could move rocks the size of a person with ease. But that wasn't enough for him; he wanted to test his limits with this energy.
"What is it? How does it work? How far can I improve?"
Curiosity turned into an obsession, leading him to experiment with various things, even testing them on himself. He got into fights to improve his use of this power. A self-taught and dangerous path led him to where he is now.
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Holding a handheld recorder, Yukito began to speak. "Yesterday's situation confirmed what I suspected," he said, walking through the clearing. "There are others with similar abilities to mine."
"I don't know if they possess the same ability as me, but it's clear that we use the same energy."
Pausing the recording for a second to think about yesterday's fight, something came to him.
"During the fight, I managed to use King of the Wind Road. It was a direct hit; the results were... crushing."
— Because of that, I couldn't get any more information.
— From my confrontation with this "X energy user," I managed to glean two pieces of information.
Stopping in his stride across the clearing, his voice, now serious, said the following:
"One piece of information: there are tools that use X energy."
"Two piece of information: the level of strength I possess is not normal."
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The air smelled of gasoline and the dry dust of concrete, accompanied by groans of pain. Under the flickering neon light, two men were fighting savagely.
Yukito was dodging all of the aggressor's blows without missing an opportunity to return them. The man, in his mid-thirties, wearing a black suit, attacked with great ferocity.
Narrowly dodging a jab aimed at his chin, Yukito managed to create some distance from the man, launching a high kick towards his face, which gave him a moment to catch his breath.
"What a nuisance you are, being old," Yukito said, as he looked at his opponent's hands. In his hand was a mechanical gauntlet with a green pearl embedded in it.
The man, without saying a word, threw a punch at the air. Yukito swiftly dodged it. The next moment, a large hole, the size of a fist, appeared in the car behind him.
"Aren't you ashamed of having to rely on a weapon to match me?" Yukito said with a sadistic smile.—
"It really makes sense, at your age everything must be flabby and hanging off."
Those words seemed to have struck a nerve with the man.
"Insolent brat!" he roared harshly, leaping to attack the young man in front of him. His wounded pride caused him to make a mistake.
A strong gust of wind was forming around Yukito, and the man realized his error at that moment.
Five words spilled from the boy's mouth: "King of the Wind Road."
A ferocious wind surged from Yukito toward the man in the black suit, engulfing him in the tempest and throwing him backward like a rag doll as his mechanical glove shattered to pieces.
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Yukito put the recorder in his jacket pocket and walked back to the house, leaving the peaceful clearing behind.