Takuma stood in the forest, still holding the sword. The stars above shined clearly now, and the night air felt calm. He took a deep breath and looked down at the weapon in his hands.
It was huge and wide, almost as tall as he was. The metal was bright and smooth, glowing softly white in the dark. The black handle was wrapped in cloth, and even though the sword looked heavy, it felt easy to hold. Takuma tried moving it slowly. When he swung it, the air itself seemed to shake, and the ground trembled a little.
He swallowed hard. "I can't believe this is real…"
Takuma turned and looked around the forest. The girl he had saved was gone. She had run home, probably scared. He shook his head. There was no time to think about that now. He needed to understand the sword and the strange power in his body.
He held the sword with both hands and lifted it above his head. Then he ran forward.
The sword felt light, even when he swung it. Every movement was smooth, and he felt stronger than ever before. He jumped, and the height surprised him—he could reach branches he had never been able to touch. When he punched the air, it felt like he could break a tree with one hit.
Takuma's eyes widened.
"This is Awesome!" he yelled.
He swung the sword again, harder this time. The tip sliced through a fallen branch on the ground like it was paper. He stopped and looked at the blade. The white light from the metal seemed to shine brighter every time he moved.
He knew this sword was not normal. He didn't know why it had chosen him, or why the star had fallen here, but he could feel it inside him—a strong energy, waiting to be used.
Takuma took a deep breath. "I have to learn how to control this… I have to get stronger."
He ran through the forest, testing his speed and jumps, swinging the sword at fallen branches and rocks. Every hit was perfect. The sword was sharp, and the power inside him was real.
For the first time, Takuma felt something he had never felt before: hope and strength all at once.
Above him, the stars twinkled quietly. Somewhere far away, a presence watched the boy who had found the fallen star.
Takuma didn't know it yet, but the night was only the beginning. The world had already started to change, and soon, he would meet others like him—people with powers, people who had chosen to use them for good… and others who would use them for harm.
But for now, Takuma ran through the quiet forest, swinging the huge sword, feeling stronger than he ever had, ready to face whatever came next.