The Weight of Power

The golden light from the crystal still shimmered in the air as Kouji removed his hand. The weight of hundreds of stares pressed against him, but he welcomed it. He was used to such attention, though he suspected the people of this world had never seen an existence like his before.

"A Hidden Class..." someone whispered. "He's going to be a monster."

"Or a legend," another voice countered.

The Grand Awakener took a deep breath and addressed the crowd. "With this power comes great responsibility. Kouji Luthgar, you must train diligently before stepping onto the path of an adventurer."

Kouji smirked. "I have no intention of being weak."

With that, the ceremony continued, but all eyes remained on him. As he left the stage, a noble youth with an arrogant expression blocked his path. "Hmph. You may have lucked out, but don't think a fancy class makes you invincible. Strength is earned, not gifted."

Kouji glanced at him, uninterested. "And yet, here you are, wasting my time with meaningless talk."

The noble clenched his fists, but before he could respond, Kouji walked past him. He had far more important things to do than entertain inferiority.

That night, he stood alone in his family's courtyard, experimenting with his newfound power. He concentrated, and suddenly, his body felt impossibly heavy. The ground beneath his feet cracked. Then, with a thought, the weight vanished. He jumped, and for a brief moment, he floated before landing lightly.

He grinned. This was going to be fun.