After returning home from school, Hiro lay on the floor of his room. Tears streamed down his face without stopping.
"Why was I born into this world...? What's the purpose...?" he wondered silently.
With his eyes still swollen, he began doing push-ups. But he was too weak—he could only manage ten before collapsing.
Still, he refused to give up.
"I must have a power... I just need to find it."
He got up and went to a nearby playground. There, he wanted to try again. But by accident, he bumped into a large, muscular man.
"I'm sorry!" Hiro quickly bowed.
But the man wasn't forgiving. He raised his hand to hit Hiro. Luckily, Hiro dodged just in time and ran away.
That night, before going to bed, Hiro tried again. He stood in the middle of his room and shouted, "FIRE POWER!!"
Nothing happened.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
"I don't need fancy words. I just need to believe."
He stared at a toy on the table and focused his thoughts.
The object began to float.
Hiro's eyes widened. He was overwhelmed with joy.
"I... I can control objects! It's like akira telekinesis!"
He tried one more thing. This time, he picked up a pencil and imagined it turning into a sword yeah that power just like shiba. With full concentration… the pencil slowly transformed into a small weapon.
Hiro smiled widely.
"I'm not the weakest anymore. I'll show Satou and Akira tomorrow."
He got into bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep filled with happiness and hope.