Life Gallery 6 - Into the Flames

Scene: Hugo's First Day in the Superpower Branch

INT. ST. ALARIC ACADEMY – SUPERPOWER BRANCH CLASSROOM – MORNING

The classroom hums with energy. Students in the superpower branch buzz with excitement and anticipation. At the front of the room, the teacher, Professor Aster, a middle-aged man with graying hair and a stern expression, adjusts his glasses as he stands in front of a class monitor. The students chatter, some casually sparking small fire between their fingers or manipulating small objects telekinetically. It's a place where power is normal—expected.

The door opens, and the class falls silent as Hugo walks in. The tension in the room thickens as they recognize the new arrival. His single eye in the center of his forehead immediately draws attention. Whispers ripple through the room, a mix of curiosity and surprise.

Professor Aster glances up, signaling Hugo to come forward.

Professor Aster (sternly): "Class, we have a new transfer joining us today from the academic branch. Please welcome Hugo Gentoshi."

Hugo steps forward, his eye scanning the room. He feels the weight of the stares—some curious, others suspicious. He clears his throat, keeping his voice steady.

Hugo (calmly): "I'm Hugo Gentoshi. I recently got my hunter certification, and I'm transferring here to better control my powers."

The whispers intensify. Words like "cyclops" and "Hell Blaze" dart around the room. Some students look impressed; others, wary.

Professor Aster motions for Hugo to take a seat near the back, beside a pale boy with sharp features and slicked-back black hair. The boy's eyes glow faintly red, and there's an air of aristocracy about him. As Hugo sits down, the boy glances sideways, studying him.

Fenix (smiling faintly): "The infamous Hell Blaze graces us with his presence."

Hugo turns to face the boy, a little caught off guard by his tone. He notices a small emblem on the boy's jacket—a bat crest. He's a vampire. Hugo had heard of their rarity, and this boy, Fenix, is clearly one of them.

Hugo (raising an eyebrow): "And you are?"

The boy smirks, his fangs barely visible as he leans back in his chair.

Fenix (calmly): "Lord Fenix Tepes. Of the Tepes family. Pleasure to meet you. I suppose introductions are in order."

Hugo senses something different about Fenix—his aura is calm but commanding. There's an elegance to him, but also a certain coldness.

Fenix (continued, more intrigued): "So, tell me, dear Hugo. They say you've already earned your hunter certification. That's impressive for someone transferring from the academic branch. What made you decide to join us?"

Hugo hesitates for a moment, unsure how much to share. He knows his Hell Blaze is a danger, and he's here to master it, not just flaunt his power.

Hugo (seriously): "I want to control my power. I can't afford to lose it. That's why I'm here."

Fenix's eyes narrow slightly, as if assessing the weight behind Hugo's words. He leans in slightly, lowering his voice.

Fenix (curiously): "Control, huh? You know, that's the difference between people like you and me. Your power is raw, untamed. But my family—vampires—we've spent centuries perfecting control. It's what keeps us from... becoming monsters."

Hugo feels the intensity behind Fenix's words. There's a shared understanding in their conversation—both of them have powers that teeter on the edge of destruction.

Fenix (more calmly): "It's ironic, isn't it? You're trying to control something that could burn everything to ash, and I'm trying to keep my nature in check. Humans spent centuries hunting us down during the Vampire Purge, yet now we're expected to become hunters ourselves. Funny how things change, don't you think?"

Hugo nods, realizing that despite their differences, there's a strange connection between them. Both of them are trying to balance power with responsibility.

Hugo (thoughtfully): "I guess everyone has their own struggles."

Before Fenix can respond, Professor Aster claps his hands, signaling the start of the class.

Professor Aster (loudly): "Alright, settle down! We've got a full session today. We'll be going over combat strategy and power application. Gentoshi, since you're new, we'll take it slow at first."

As the class begins, Fenix leans back in his chair, glancing at Hugo one last time.

Fenix (smirking): "Welcome to the superpower branch, friend. Let's see if you can keep up."

Scene: Training Session – Hugo and Fenix Practice

INT. ST. ALARIC ACADEMY – SUPERPOWER TRAINING GROUNDS – AFTERNOON

The superpower training grounds are expansive, filled with stations for combat practice. The atmosphere hums with energy as students hone their abilities. Targets of various sizes line one wall, each designed to withstand even the most powerful assaults.

At one station, Hugo and Fenix stand side by side, preparing for their practice session. In front of them are large target boards, each marked with concentric circles.

Fenix, with his pale skin and dark, gothic attire, contrasts sharply against the bright backdrop of the training grounds. His black nails tap rhythmically on the blood bag he carries at his side—a constant supply to fuel his blood magic. His eyes glow faintly red as he raises his hand, the blood swirling and solidifying into blood arrows.

Fenix (smiling darkly): "Let's keep this simple. Precision over power. You'll see what real control looks like."

With a fluid motion, Fenix releases the first blood arrow. It soars through the air and strikes the center of the target with eerie accuracy. There's something almost hypnotic about the way he moves—effortless and controlled, the arrows flying straight and true, one after another, each one a perfect bullseye.

Hugo watches, feeling both admiration and frustration. He calls upon his Hell Blaze, the dark flames swirling around his arm. He focuses on the target, trying to control the intensity of the flames. He releases a flaming burst, but as before, the flames scatter around the target rather than hitting the center.

Fenix glances over at Hugo, his lips curling into a faint, amused smile.

Fenix (teasing, with a gothic flair): "Raw power, untamed. Beautiful, in a chaotic way... but ultimately, it's all about control, my dear cyclops."

Hugo clenches his fists, trying to rein in the frustration that's bubbling up. He knows his flames are powerful, but precision continues to elude him.

Hugo (gritting his teeth): "I know. I just need more time."

Fenix (smirking, with a touch of dark humor): "Time, power, blood... it's all a matter of focus. You've got the fire, but without control, it'll burn everything to ash, including yourself."

As they continue practicing, Hugo keeps attempting to refine his control. Fenix, meanwhile, casually reaches into his bag of blood, his fingers twirling the crimson liquid before forming more blood arrows. He doesn't rush, each movement deliberate and precise.

Nearby, a few students whisper among themselves. The topic catches Fenix's attention, his sharp ears picking up the gossip.

Student 1 (whispering): "Did you hear about the Eagle Step scandal? Some teachers are selling off students like pawns to that guild."

Student 2 (nervously): "Yeah, I heard. Some students get in too deep before they even know what's happening."

Fenix, still firing off his arrows with ease, casts a sidelong glance toward the gossiping students. His voice lowers, taking on a more serious, cynical tone.

Fenix (darkly): "Eagle Step. Always hovering in the shadows, ready to feed off the naive."

Hugo, focused on his flames but hearing the gossip, frowns and looks at Fenix.

Hugo (curious): "You've heard about this too?"

Fenix (smiling, though his tone is biting): "Who hasn't? Eagle Step has a reputation, not just for their flashy hunters, but for sinking their claws into anyone desperate enough to listen. Blood-sucking leeches, though not in a fun way."

Hugo shoots another burst of Hell Blaze at the target. It hits the board, but still not perfectly. He grits his teeth again, feeling the weight of his frustration.

Fenix, meanwhile, effortlessly fires another blood arrow, landing it dead center once again. He turns to Hugo, his expression softening just slightly, though his gothic cynicism never fades.

Fenix (coolly): "It's not about the strength of the attack, Hugo. It's about where you choose to place it. Aim small, miss small."

Hugo exhales, taking in Fenix's words. As much as Fenix's demeanor is wrapped in coldness and dark humor, his advice rings true. Control was the key—something that both of them, in their own ways, were striving for.

Hugo (determined): "I'll get there."

Fenix (smirking): "You'd better. Because in this world, it's not about having power. It's about knowing when to use it."

Scene: Superpower Cafeteria

INT. ST. ALARIC ACADEMY – SUPERPOWER CAFETERIA – LUNCHTIME

The cafeteria at St. Alaric Academy is bustling, but it's far from a typical school canteen. Students from the superpower branch use their abilities casually—even competitively. The air hums with power: gusts of wind swirl through the air, trays of food lifted by unseen forces. A student elongates their claws into razor-sharp talons to snatch a sandwich, while another uses earth manipulation to lift their meal straight from the ground. Energy beams light up the far side of the room, while some students flex their super strength to shove others out of the way.

Hugo and Fenix step into the cafeteria, immediately met with the chaos. Plates fly past them, propelled by wind currents or telekinesis. In one corner, two students clash with powers—one extending metallic claws from their fingers, the other summoning rocks from the ground to create a makeshift shield.

Hugo's single eye widens as he takes in the scene, completely caught off guard by the sheer intensity of what's supposed to be a regular lunch.

Hugo (surprised, muttering): "What the... they're fighting over food?"

Fenix walks forward with an amused expression, clearly unfazed by the chaos around him.

Fenix (smirking, with dark humor): "Survival of the fittest—even at lunchtime."

As if to prove his point, a fireball suddenly flies past them, barely missing a group of students who dodge it with well-practiced ease. The attacker—an older student with flame-covered hands—laughs as he grabs a floating plate from the air, ignoring the glares from the other students.

Hugo sighs, shaking his head.

Hugo (grumbling): "All this for a meal? How does anyone eat in peace here?"

Fenix (chuckling): "Who said anything about peace? It's war, dear. Everyday."

Fenix casually raises his hand, and a stream of blood arcs from his palm, forming into a blood whip. The whip shoots out and wraps around a plate of food, retracting back to Fenix with ease. A few students glance in his direction, but no one seems intimidated. Fenix, a rare vampire noble, is well-known, but his presence doesn't strike fear here.

Hugo (wide-eyed, watching the whip): "You can just... do that?"

Fenix glances at him, smiling faintly.

Fenix (amused): "It's faster than fighting through a crowd."

Hugo watches as other students, too, use their powers in similar ways—students with super strength lifting entire tables to grab food, others extending their reach with stretching limbs, or blasting objects aside with bursts of wind or energy beams.

Hugo (still taken aback): "I didn't think lunch would be this... intense."

INT. SUPERPOWER CAFETERIA – LUNCH SEATING AREA

The pair sit in a quieter corner, with the sounds of ongoing chaos continuing in the background. Hugo sets down his tray, still baffled by the display of powers used to grab food. Fenix begins to sip from a blood bag he carries, casually observing the mayhem.

As Hugo digs into his food, he notices Fenix isn't eating anything from the tray.

Hugo (curious, pausing mid-bite): "You don't eat?"

Fenix glances at Hugo, his faint smirk returning.

Fenix (coolly): "I'm a vampire. I drink blood. The meal's yours."

Hugo blinks, surprised yet again.

Hugo (muttering): "Right. Vampire..."

They continue eating, though Hugo finds himself still glancing around, watching students clash over food, hurling powers at each other as if it's just another day.

Hugo (in disbelief): "And this is normal?"

Fenix laughs lightly, glancing at Hugo.

Fenix (amused): "As normal as it gets around here."

Scene: Academic Cafeteria

INT. ST. ALARIC ACADEMY – ACADEMIC BRANCH CAFETERIA – LUNCHTIME

The academic branch cafeteria is a stark contrast to the chaotic environment of the superpower branch. The room is filled with elegant, polished tables and chairs, each piece of furniture looking like it belongs in a mansion's dining hall. Chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a soft, golden light over the room. The atmosphere is calm and refined—there's no fighting or power displays here. Instead, quiet conversations float through the air, as students, many of whom are either academically gifted or from wealthy, influential families, sip tea or dine on gourmet meals.

At a prime table, Yue, the King of St. Alaric Academy, sits with his close cousins, Lysander and Angela, often referred to as the King's Court.

Yue (smiling confidently) "Ya know, I miss our little Alexei. He practically abandoned us when he got that girl."

Lysander (calmly) "They are lovers, they need private time, bro."

Angela (raising an eyebrow) "Yes, and why are you here? Shouldn't you be in the superpower branch's cafeteria?"

Yue (sighing confidently) "Ya know why I'm here. No way I'm gonna be in a forest eating with a bunch of superpowered neanderthals."

Angela (laughing) "Lmao, our king is racist."

Yue (smiling) "I'm king, I can do whatever the fuck I want."

Lysander (serious) "Oh, so Mr. King here cannot even clean up his dining room?"

Yue (Jokingly angry) "Shaddup, advisor!!"

Lysander (laughing) "Hahaha."

Angela (laughing) "Ahahaha."

Yue (laughing) "Ahahaha."

Yue (concern) "Oh right, I heard you two came to the stadium yesterday. Anything of note?"

Lysander "Most of the fighters are weaker than us. But there are two that stand out."

Yue "Kimhyun Narukami and Maidono Shizuka?"

Lysander "Yep, those two."

Yue (suddenly got serious) "You know their powers aren't anything special, right? Like, you can probably take them out."

Angela (cynical) "You sound like Alexei… We might be able to defeat Shizuka but Kimhyun is a bit…"

Lysander (calmly) "Yeah, his sound speed is no joke. And that technique… Thunderous Slash, it is basically a melee railgun. Plus, Kimhyun's electric radar even detects Angela's perception technique."

Angela (surprised) "He did what?"

Yue (suddenly got serious) "That's simply because you don't know how to use your power creatively. Our artificial superpowers have an advantage. We use scientific formulas to form our power instead of relying on instinct or training. We know the limit of our power and can use it strategically. You've seen my Telekinetic Beam."

Lysander and Angela exchange silent looks, knowing Yue is right. Creativity in power usage is key, but even so, their personalities shape their power. A heavy pause follows as they process the truth in his words.

Yue (grinning with overconfidence) "Ya know, maybe all four of you should transfer to the superpower branch. We could get to the top five of the school and become royalty—"

Lysander and Angela (shouting) "No chance in hell!!"

The conversation is interrupted as Kimhyun Narukami enters. He cuts a striking figure in his black and red military uniform, his golden hair gleaming in the chandelier's light. Despite the elegance of his appearance, his uniform marks him as an outsider in this refined world.

His eyes scan the room, quickly landing on Yue, Lysander, and Angela at their table. His face is calm but shadowed with concern as he approaches them.

Yue (surprise) "It's weird, seeing you here."

Kimhyun stops at their table, his demeanor more serious than usual. He looks directly at Lysander.

Kimhyun (calm, but with a growing tension): "I've thought about what you said yesterday... If these papers are real, then we're in deep trouble. We have to inform the school. I can't let my fellow students—"

Yue (interrupting, his voice cold and commanding) "What do you intend to do?"

The room seems to still. The casual atmosphere shifts into something heavier as Yue's tone becomes icy. The joking facade from earlier vanishes as his cousins also straighten up, their faces serious.

Angela (smirking, her voice mockingly sharp) "Eagle Step came here with an invitation from the school—well, from the superpower branch, but still, our school. Don't you think the higher-ups are already involved with them and their corruption?"

Kimhyun (determined) "Still, something has to be done… I am the third strongest of the school, I have to—"

Yue (cutting him off, icy smile on his face): "Kimhyun… Power isn't this."

He holds his hand out, and the plates and utensils on the table rise telekinetically, floating in the air with a casual, almost effortless grace. Kimhyun watches, his expression slowly shifting from surprise to disbelief.

Yue (continued, voice chilling): "Power is the ability to control people. To bend the world to your will."

The silverware hovers ominously, a stark reminder of Yue's true strength—not just in raw ability, but in influence.

Kimhyun (shocked): "I... I..."

Yue (smiling coldly): "Real power is influence. And Eagle Step? They have plenty of it."

Angela (mocking, voice cutting): "What do you think you can do? Expose them? One wrong step, and you'll be expelled before you can even raise your sword."

Kimhyun's face darkens, the weight of the corruption around him pressing down. His resolve falters for a moment, then solidifies into anger. He glares at the three of them, frustration and disappointment bubbling to the surface.

Kimhyun (angered, voice rising): "Is this what you three are going to do? Let them get away with it?"

Lysander (calm, thinking to himself): "Why is he so emotional? I told him what was going on, but now he's acting like he didn't expect it..."

Yue (smiling dangerously, leaning forward): "So... you want to take them down? Huh?"

Scene: The Protest – Superpower Branch Uprising

EXT. ST. ALARIC ACADEMY – SUPERPOWER BRANCH – MORNING

The early morning sun casts a soft light over the campus, but the air is anything but peaceful. The superpower branch is alive with anger as students gather, shouting in protest. Gusts of wind swirl through the air as air manipulators raise banners and flyers high above the crowd, while others use telekinesis to project messages across the buildings. The tension is palpable, and the energy of the students feels like it could explode at any moment.

Hugo, standing near the entrance of the branch, watches the unfolding chaos. His single eye widens in surprise as more and more students gather, their voices growing louder with every passing second.

"Down with Eagle Step!"

"We won't be manipulated!"

"The school betrayed us!"

The anger in the air is unmistakable. Students, many of them still raw with power, feel betrayed by the academy after learning about Eagle Step's corruption—a scandal exposed through the academy's morning bulletin. Hugo can't quite grasp what's happening; he's only just started to understand the dynamics of the superpower branch, and now everything seems to be unraveling.

Hugo (to himself, confused): "What is going on?"

A flyer flutters toward him, carried by the wind. He catches it and quickly scans the contents. Eagle Step's name is printed in bold letters, alongside accusations of corruption, exploitation of lower-ranking hunters, and their shady recruitment practices. His mind races.

Before Hugo can fully process the information, a group of students rushes past him, their faces twisted in anger. One of them, holding a makeshift sign, glances at him.

Protest Student (angrily): "Haven't you heard? Eagle Step's been using us! The school's in on it too—they've been letting them recruit and exploit us for years!"

Hugo (still processing, shaking his head): "Wait, what? Exploiting us? What do you mean?"

Protest Student (frustrated, waving the flyer): "It's all here! They lure in students with promises of glory, but once you're in, they control everything! They take the best loot, leave us with scraps, and treat us like disposable tools!"

The student rushes off, leaving Hugo standing there, flyer in hand, his mind spinning. He had heard rumors about Eagle Step's recruitment, but this? This was on a whole other level. He scans the crowd again, recognizing some faces from his classes, but they're all united in their fury.

As he's lost in thought, Fenix appears beside him, sipping casually from a blood bag, seemingly unconcerned by the chaos.

Fenix (smirking): "Quite the scene, isn't it? You'd think the school could handle its scandals better."

Hugo (turning to him, bewildered): "How did this even happen? Eagle Step's one of the top guilds. How did it get this bad?"

Fenix (shrugging, with dark humor): "Top guild, sure. But corruption festers in the biggest empires. Someone probably decided it was time to stir the pot."

Hugo (frowning, confused): "You mean someone did this on purpose?"

Fenix (smiling darkly): "Oh, absolutely. Information like this doesn't just fall from the sky. Someone wanted this exposed, and I bet they're having a nice laugh right now."

As Hugo contemplates this, the pieces start falling into place. He remembers overhearing conversations about the school's inner workings, and how certain students, especially those who came from families of power and influence, tend to pull strings behind the scenes… But this level of exposure? It couldn't be a coincidence.

Hugo (muttering): "So, who'd benefit from this? Exposing Eagle Step... What would they get out of it?"

Before Fenix can answer, the crowd grows more agitated. Students are now using their powers more freely—some creating walls of earth to block the entrances to the administration building, others hurling energy beams into the sky out of frustration. The administration staff is nowhere to be seen, leaving the students to vent their anger.

Fenix (with a sly grin, watching the chaos): "Ah, the beauty of a scandal. The school's power structure is shaking, and everyone's showing their true colors."

Hugo watches as more students join the protest. He feels a growing pressure in his chest. He came here to learn control over his power, but now it feels like the entire school is spiraling into chaos. He catches a glimpse of one student, a fire manipulator, hurling a large fireball toward the administration building, only for it to be blocked by another student's water shield.

Hugo (frustrated, shaking his head): "All this over a guild? How did it get this bad?"

Fenix (chuckling): "Welcome to the real world, dear cyclops. This isn't just about Eagle Step—it's about power, control, and who gets to call the shots. The students are just waking up to that fact."

Hugo is torn. His instincts tell him that something needs to be done, but he feels out of his depth. The superpower branch, with all its chaos and violence, now seems like a battleground for control, and Eagle Step is just the spark that lit the fire.

Scene: The Protest – Yue's Scheme

INT. ST. ALARIC ACADEMY – ACADEMIC BRANCH – PRIVATE LOUNGE – AFTERNOON

The private lounge in the academic branch is a far cry from the chaotic protests raging in the superpower branch. The room is bathed in the soft light of afternoon sun filtering through tall, elegant windows. The scent of polished wood and old books hangs in the air. The decor is as luxurious as always—richly upholstered furniture and ornate tapestries lining the walls.

Yue sits in one of the leather armchairs, lounging casually. His posture is relaxed, almost too relaxed given the situation. A small, smug smile plays on his lips as he takes a sip from a delicate porcelain teacup. Across from him, Kimhyun Narukami stands, his posture tense, fists clenched at his sides.

The air between them is thick with unspoken tension.

Yue (smiling, but with a dangerous edge): "So, the protest is already in full swing. The superpower branch students are really making a show of it, aren't they? All thanks to the little push I gave them."

Kimhyun doesn't respond right away, his golden eyes flickering with a mix of determination and uncertainty. He knows Yue played a role in exposing Eagle Step, but at what cost? He's still trying to process the magnitude of what's unfolding.

Yue (leaning forward, his tone suddenly more serious): "You want to strike them down, don't you? You wanted justice, and I gave it to you."

Kimhyun (quiet, but firm): "I didn't ask for a riot. I wanted to handle this the right way."

Yue (chuckling softly): "The right way? Like what?"

Kimhyun (eyes narrowing): "Like…"

But the words die on Kimhyun's lips. He wanted to say something—he wanted to suggest reporting Eagle Step to the authorities, but the reality hit him hard. Eagle Step isn't just any organization—they're a powerful superpower guild, dealing with monsters and missions that go far beyond the reach of the police. And the school administration? If what Angela said was true, they were already complicit in the guild's operations. His options were rapidly diminishing.

Kimhyun (thinking, frustrated): "I wanted to believe there was another way... but what good is reporting them if the system is rotten to its core?"

Yue (smiling knowingly, watching Kimhyun's internal struggle): "You're starting to get it, aren't you? There is no 'right way,' Kimhyun. Not in this world. Power isn't about playing by the rules—it's about bending them to your will."

Kimhyun's glare intensified. The casual way Yue spoke, the ease with which he manipulated the situation, grated on him. This wasn't justice—this was a game to Yue.

Yue (cold): "You're tied to this now. I've helped you. I've exposed the corruption, riled up the students. Now, you have two choices: rise from it, or get crushed beneath it. But make no mistake—drag me, or my family, into this any further, and there will be consequences."

The subtle shift in Yue's demeanor sent a chill through Kimhyun. The threat was unmistakable. Yue had made his move, and now he was washing his hands of the chaos he had stirred up. 

Kimhyun (frustrated, glaring at Yue): "So, you're going to sit back while this all falls apart? You started this—doesn't that mean you're involved whether you like it or not?"

Yue (calm, with a hint of a smile): "Oh, I'm involved—just enough to push things where they need to go. But I don't need to do more than this. In fact, I don't even need Eagle Step to fall. I just need them to face a bit… difficulty."

Kimhyun's fists clenched tighter, anger bubbling beneath the surface. He wanted to retaliate, to call Yue out for his arrogance, but he knew it was useless. Yue had already won. Even if Kimhyun tried to take on Eagle Step himself, Yue's influence ran too deep, and the cards were stacked against him.

Yue (continuing, with a sly grin): "You wanted justice, right? Well, here's your chance. You've got the students behind you. The scandal is out. The momentum is building. Now, it's on you to finish what's been started. Good luck." (he leans back, taking a sip of tea) "Now leave. My court will be here soon."

Kimhyun, momentarily stunned, tried to respond.

Kimhyun (hesitant): "Well, I—"

Yue's voice turned cold, the smile vanishing.

Yue (coldly): "Leave."

The tension in the room thickened. Kimhyun stood frozen for a moment, processing the finality of Yue's words. Without another word, he turned on his heel and marched toward the door, his thoughts swirling with anger and frustration.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Yue leaned back further in his chair, his smile returning. He took another slow sip of tea, savoring the moment.

Yue (to himself, softly): "Now, let's see how you handle the weight of real power, little Jack."

Scene: The Protest – Academic Branch Storm

In contrast with the chaotic protests of the superpower branch, the academic branch of St. Alaric Academy remains calm and orderly. Students move elegantly, it's like there is no scandal happening, a far cry from the aggressive nature of the superpowered students. The discipline reflects their prestigious upbringing, though tension lingers in the air.

One figure stands out—Kimhyun Narukami, a werewolf and the Jack of the school's superpower branch, tall and imposing. He cuts through the calm with his frustrated, impatient energy as he waits for someone, scanning the area.

Kimhyun (frustrated, muttering to himself): "I'm waiting for you."

Suddenly, a familiar voice breaks through the noise. Lysander approaches from the distance, his steps deliberate, though his voice carries a teasing tone.

Lysander (casual, slightly teasing): "Can you please not jumpscare me every time we meet? First the stadium, and now this."

Kimhyun gives him a hard look, the frustration evident in his eyes.

INT. SCHOOL GARDEN CAFE – AFTERNOON

Near the prestigious school of St. Alaric Academy, an area of the city is reserved for the wealthy kids and their families. It is said that the place is maintained by the 5 prestigious schools of the city with St. Alaric being one of them.

The two of them sit at an elegant café in such an area. The polished setting contrasts with the turmoil in Kimhyun's mind.

Lysander sits calmly across from Kimhyun, who towers over him even in his human form. The werewolf's usually controlled demeanor is slipping, frustration evident in his posture.

Lysander (calmly, observing Kimhyun): "Oh, boy. Seeing you up close like this, you are truly tall and muscular, huh? Even in your human form."

Kimhyun doesn't rise to the joke, his voice low and urgent as he leans forward slightly, trying to contain his frustration.

Kimhyun (gritting his teeth): "The school is in chaos now, Lysander. Do you have any way to ease this?"

Lysander pauses, letting the question hang in the air for a moment. His eyes remain calm as he studies Kimhyun's face, weighing his options.

Lysander (shrugging slightly): "Hmm? I can."

Kimhyun's eyes brighten momentarily, a flicker of hope crossing his face.

Kimhyun (eagerly): "Really?"

Lysander sighs, leaning back in his chair, his tone shifting into something more practical, more serious.

Lysander (calm but pointed): "But that wouldn't help you. You need to take advantage of this chaos to strike Eagle Step down."

Kimhyun's face falls slightly, the weight of Lysander's words pressing down on him. He slumps back in his chair, the frustration settling deeper.

Kimhyun (voice tinged with sadness): "Is that the only way?"

Lysander leans forward, his tone sharpening with cold logic.

Lysander (firmly): "No empire falls in a day. Even if you take out their leader, Eagle Step will just find someone equally corrupt to replace him. The only way to destroy them is by giving them long-lasting damage…"

Kimhyun listens intently, his mind racing. Lysander's calm, calculated approach contrasts with Kimhyun's emotional desire for justice. Kimhyun clenches his fists, frustration boiling just beneath the surface.

Kimhyun (glancing at Lysander, voice more bitter): "What about you and Yue? What do you gain from helping me? I thought you three sponsored me because you believed in fairness, but if you've known about this for years and did nothing, why help me now?"

Lysander remains silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, he speaks, his voice colder now.

Lysander (measured, challenging): "Why come to me, then? I'm from the same family as Yue—you knew that."

Kimhyun's gaze hardens, his voice quiet but filled with conviction.

Kimhyun (determined): "I want to believe that someone… anyone… can help me stand against this injustice."

Lysander's eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by Kimhyun's sincerity. For a moment, there's a flicker of something—surprise, maybe admiration—before his usual detached calm returns. He chuckles, but there's a hint of warmth in his voice this time.

Lysander (chuckling softly): "Hahaha… Alright, big guy, I'll help you."

He straightens up, shifting back to his more serious demeanor, the light humor vanishing as he speaks again.

Lysander (serious, analytical): "First things first. Yue is an heir to the GGG Corporation, and like every company, profit is the goal. Eagle Step's 'business model' means they don't need to buy our weapons—they force lower ranks to hand over the loot while keeping them too poor to buy anything for themselves. That's why we don't like them. They're stealing potential customers."

Kimhyun listens, absorbing Lysander's explanation. It's cold, but it makes sense. He had suspected something like this, but hearing it laid out so clearly only reinforces his disillusionment with how deep the corruption runs.

Lysander (smiling slightly): "Yue doesn't need Eagle Step to fall. He just needs them to suffer enough damage to come crawling to us for support. That's the real reason he's helping you. It's not about justice—it's about profit."

Lysander's smile turns faint, almost playful, but there's a sincerity in his voice when he adds:

Lysander (softly, almost teasing): "But if you want to believe I'd do it for justice, then fine. I'll try~ Little big hero. Just do something for me, in return, alright?"

Kimhyun doesn't respond right away. Instead, he watches Lysander carefully, weighing the words. There's a part of him that's still holding on to his ideals, but the reality of power—the true nature of influence—has started to sink in. He nods, though the fire in his eyes hasn't dimmed.

Scene: Sea Witch's Challenge

INT. ST. ALARIC ACADEMY – SUPERPOWER BRANCH HALLWAY – AFTERNOON

The hallway feels eerily empty, with the sound of distant protests barely reaching the thick, reinforced walls of the school. Hugo and Fenix walk side by side, heading out after a long day of class.

Hugo (pessimistic): "Ugh, there's barely anyone in class today… It's like the whole school's empty."

Fenix (chuckling): "Well, of course. I almost skipped myself, but I wouldn't abandon you, dear friend. Everyone's either out protesting or pretending none of this is happening. It's easier that way."

Hugo sighs, dragging his feet. Before he can reply, they hear the rapid tapping of footsteps behind them.

Shizuka (excited, calling out): "Hey!! Hey!! Wait up!"

Hugo turns around, surprised to see a small figure approaching—an elf, but not like the others. Maidono Shizuka stands there, her bronze hair tousled and pointed ears poking out, her height making her stand out among her taller elven counterparts.

Hugo (confused): "Huh?"

Fenix (raising an eyebrow, amused): "Well, well. The Sea Witch graces us with her presence."

Hugo (surprised): "Sea Witch?"

Fenix (with a sly smile): "The strongest first-year student. A-ranked power with an affinity to control water—precisely, like a master artist. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you The Sea Witch, Maidono Shizuka."

Shizuka (proud, striking a pose): "Hehe~ Thanks for the intro!"

Hugo blinks, still confused by the sudden interaction, but before he can ask more, Shizuka's grin widens with clear determination.

Shizuka (grinning, bouncing on her heels): "Now, you're Hugo, right? I've heard all about you. Let's fight!!"

Hugo (taken aback): "Eh?! What? Why?!"

Fenix (amused, but calm): "You want to fight in the middle of all this chaos?"

Hugo (nervously): "Yeah, plus… I'm still an amateur—barely any training."

Shizuka (passionately, eyes glowing with excitement): "That's exactly why we need this fight! Think about it—everyone's stressed out, tensions are high. A good fight, between the strongest students, will show them the power of hard work and talent!"

Hugo (confused): "What… What does that even mean?"

Shizuka (grinning, leaning in): "It means I'm the strongest first-year. You've got the strongest ability. I want to see if my experience can make up for my lack of raw strength!"

Without waiting for his agreement, Shizuka grabs Hugo by the arm and begins pulling him down the hallway.

Shizuka (grinning, dragging him): "Come on, Hugo! Let's put on a show for everyone! You too, Fenix!"

Fenix laughs, shaking his head as he follows them.

Scene: Sea Witch VS Hell Blaze

INT. PE STADIUM – AFTERNOON

As Hugo, Shizuka, and Fenix enter the vast Superpower Stadium, the first thing they notice is how empty it feels compared to the usual bustling activity. The stadium is as big as a football field, its protective energy barriers glowing faintly around the arena. The echo of their footsteps fills the space. Sitting in the far corner, a lone girl with short, neon-pink hair slouches over a microphone at the announcer's booth. Her head rests on her hands, looking thoroughly bored.

Zing Zing (sighing dramatically): "Ugh, nobody's here… Where are all the challenges today?" She perks up when she spots the trio entering the arena, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

Zing Zing (jumping up, grabbing the microphone): "Wait! Oh my gosh! We have challengers! The Sea Witch and—who is that?" (she is surprised while trying to find the list of students) "Hugo Gentoshi!!"

At the mention of Hugo's name, Wilhelm Königsberg, seated up in the VIP section, narrows his eyes, his expression turning slightly sour. The absence of challengers throughout the day has already soured his mood, and now, seeing only a few students arrive, his irritation grows.

Zing Zing (excitedly shouting into the mic): "Alright! Finally, some action! We're going to see a showdown between the strongest first-year girl and the new transfer student, Hugo!"

But before the fight even begins, a commotion ripples through the entrance. A group of students marches in, moving with an oddly organized precision. The crowd parts as Yue, the King of the school, walks in with his court—Lysander, Angela, Alexei, and Floria in tow. The stadium fills rapidly as students whisper to each other.

Whispers in the crowd:

"The King's here?"

"Yue came to watch this? He never attends these matches."

Zing Zing (ecstatic, eyes wide): "OMG!! The King and his court have arrived!!" (into the microphone) "Everyone, give it up for the King of St. Alaric Academy, Yue!"

(Everyone starts clapping)

The applause grows louder as the King's Court gracefully makes their way to the VIP section, where Wilhelm sits. The students watch in awe as Yue and his court take their seats beside the slightly disgruntled Wilhelm.

Hugo (surprised and anxious, looking up at the VIP area): "Brothers… sister…?"

Hugo's heart pounds in his chest. His single eye darts to the VIP section, where his brothers and sister now sit, their gazes locked on him. He can feel the weight of their collective judgment.

Shizuka (grinning, not missing a beat): "Hey! Focus! I'm your opponent, remember?"

THE FIGHT BEGIN

INT. ARENA – STAGE

Zing Zing (on the mic): "Alright folks, let's get ready for an epic battle! On one side, we have Maidono Shizuka, the Sea Witch! And on the other, Hugo Gentoshi, the fiery newcomer! Let's see who reigns supreme!"

Hugo's heart pounds in his chest as the announcer's voice fades. His single eye darts towards the VIP seats, where Lysander, Angela, and Floria sit, their expressions cold and unreadable. The anxiety tightens his chest, but he pushes it down.

Shizuka grins, her focus already sharp as water snakes coil around her hands, ready to strike.

INT. STANDS – OBSERVING

Fenix watches from the sidelines, his eyes narrowing in focus.

Fenix (grinning, thinking): "She's not wasting any time. Trying to overwhelm Hugo before he gets a chance to unleash that S-ranked power of his…"

INT. ARENA – STAGE

The water snakes shoot toward Hugo with startling speed. Hugo immediately blasts fire beneath his feet, launching himself upward. But Shizuka's water snakes aren't ordinary—they twist and turn, homing in on him with near-perfect precision.

Hugo (anxious, thinking): "She's controlling them like she has 10 arms. Damn, that's some serious control."

Hugo changes the burst of flame under his feet to dodge the snakes mid-air but one snake has pierced through his flank.

Hugo (Panting, thinking): "Ugh… I cannot dodge all of them… Then!!"

He bursts to the side with another jet of flame, narrowly avoiding the snakes, but one manages to graze his flank, the cold water cutting through him like a blade.

Hugo winces but grits his teeth, landing on the arena floor as the water snakes continue to pursue him. He knows he can't dodge forever. His mind races.

Hugo (Grits his teeth): "If I can't outrun them, I'll burn them."

Suddenly, black flames explode around him, forming a swirling vortex. The water snakes are swallowed by the inferno, evaporating instantly as they're sucked into the spinning black fire.

Hugo (grinning): "Same technique I used to deal with the goblin… Let's call this Inferno."

Shizuka watches from a distance, her eyes narrowing in concentration. The power Hugo's displaying is undeniable, but she knows raw strength isn't everything.

Shizuka (impressed, thinking): "Impressive, so this is S-ranked power… But his control is sloppy."

Suddenly, Hugo's swirling flames collapse inward, condensing into a single black fireball in his hand.

Hugo (determined, thinking): "And this would be, Snapdragon!!"

With a powerful thrust, the fireball bursts into a concentrated beam of black flame, streaking toward Shizuka like a dragon's breath. The sheer heat is overwhelming, but Shizuka keeps her cool.

Shizuka (thinking): "So this is his serious mode… I cannot defend against this kind of raw power… In that case."

She raises her hand, summoning a massive tidal wave from the arena floor. The water surges forward, crashing against the black flame. Steam erupts as the flame burns through the wave, splitting it in two. But Shizuka rides one half of the wave, surfing it like a pro, slipping around the beam with nimble precision.

Shizuka (grinning, thinking): "If I can't defend, I'll dodge."

As she moves, Shizuka reshapes the other half of the wave, turning it into more water snakes. They twist through the air, speeding toward Hugo.

Hugo (Surprised, thinking): "This attack again?"

Hugo raises his hand, igniting his black flames into a rocket burst that propels him downward, dodging the attack. But as he lands, he feels the ground beneath him shift unnaturally. Too late, he realizes he's walked right into her trap.

Shizuka (grinning): "Gotcha."

She claps her hands together, and the water scattered across the arena floor surges up around Hugo, encasing him in an instant. The temperature drops suddenly, and the water freezes into jagged spikes, piercing through Hugo's midsection.

Hugo (Pant): "Ack…"

He clutches at his stomach, black flames sputtering from his hand as he tries to burn through the ice. But the pain and the shock of the freezing water make it hard to concentrate.

The arena falls into silence as Hugo struggles to free himself. The black flames, so destructive moments ago, now sputter weakly. He's powerful—no one can deny that—but against Shizuka's precision, he was outmatched.

Zing Zing (on the mic): "And the winner is… Maidono Shizuka!!"

The crowd erupts into applause, but Hugo barely hears it as he was moved down by the medics.

Hugo (thinking): "I'm not ready. I'll never be ready."