Hiroshi's Powers

[Location: Majuro's Hut]

[Time: 9:30 PM]

The night was calm. The vast Savannah whispered in the cool breeze, and the moon hung high above, silver light dripping over the roof of the wooden hut. The air shimmered faintly with energy — the kind that only old magic left behind.

Hiroshi and Shinzo appeared before the hut, stepping out from the fading aura of the teleportation portal. The light dissolved behind them like dust scattered into the wind.

Shinzo squinted up at the hut, curiosity flashing across his royal blue eyes.

“What's this place?” he asked, adjusting the strap of his backpack.

Hiroshi smiled faintly. “You’ve read my stories. You must know about Bajuro. This is the Hut of Majuro. Just like you are Krimson’s great-great-great-grandson, Majuro is Bajuro’s great-great-great-grandson.”

Shinzo blinked in realization. His expression brightened like a kid remembering a long-forgotten tale.

“Ooohhhhhhh! Your team! I remember! Hiroshi, Krimson, Bajuro, and Ryumi!”

The sound of that last name — Ryumi — sliced through the air like a ghost from another lifetime.

Hiroshi froze. His eyes stopped glowing. His breath paused. For a moment, even the wind seemed to still.

Shinzo frowned, noticing the change. “What happened? Did I say something wrong?”

Hiroshi forced a small smile — the kind that hides pain too deep to show. “No, nothing.”

He took a quiet breath and walked to the door. His knuckles met the wood with a slow, firm knock.

The door creaked open, warm golden light spilling through the cracks. Majuro stood in the doorway — tall, composed, his eyes glowing faintly orange beneath the hood of his robe. His aura radiated calm power.

“Oh, Hiroshi and Shinzo,” Majuro said with a soft grin. “You guys are here.”

They stepped inside. The familiar scent of old parchment, herbs, and incense filled the air. The flicker of candles revealed three chairs placed near the old wooden table.

Shinzo tilted his head. “An extra chair? How did you know I was coming?”

Majuro chuckled. “I am a mage. I can see you using my vision, Shinzo Korosei.”

Shinzo crossed his arms. “That’s creepy.”

Hiroshi stepped forward, cutting through their banter. His eyes glowed faintly in the candlelight.

“I have something to show you.”

He raised his hand and revealed the cube — glowing softly, now golden-yellow instead of its usual green. The light pulsed, alive, almost breathing.

Majuro’s eyes widened. “The teleportation cube! In yellow colour!? I’ve heard of green. Yellow is something new. Did you give it extra power?”

Before Hiroshi could reply, Shinzo laughed nervously. “Extra? He charged a Tokia company mobile using a PiePhone charger.”

Majuro sighed, shaking his head. “That explains the problem. This cube has supercharged. And it’s dangerous.”

Hiroshi’s expression grew serious.“Do you know anything about it?”

Majuro ran a gloved hand across his beard, thinking deeply. “No… not quite. I need to go to the Torojima Family’s Ancient Library of Magical Books. It’s in Indonesia. I’ll leave tomorrow morning.”

He turned to both of them, his tone sharpening slightly.

“You both leave for the next ring tomorrow morning as well. I’ll take the cube with me to study on.”

Shinzo blinked. “How will we go there without the cube?”

Majuro looked toward the door, the moonlight spilling across his boots. “The portal Hiroshi used to come here can be altered to take you to Antarctica.”

Hiroshi nodded. “Alright.”

Majuro smirked faintly, his eyes catching the firelight. “Hey. You unlocked your fire powers. Mind showing them?”

Hiroshi’s lips curved into a confident half-smile. “Sure! It’s night time as well — perfect view. I’ll show them to you.”

He gestured toward the door. “Come outside.”

The three of them stepped out into the cold night air. The moon glowed brighter now, painting the landscape silver. The ground glistened faintly with dew, and the wind carried the quiet hum of anticipation.

Hiroshi took a deep breath, feeling the warmth rise through his veins again.

Majuro folded his arms, curious. Shinzo grinned, bouncing on his feet.

And in that silver-lit clearing — surrounded by silence, under the witness of the moon — Hiroshi Soraya prepared to show the true flames of the Alpha once more.

Hiroshi stepped a few paces ahead of Shinzo and Majuro, giving himself space, letting the night open before him like a stage.

“I have a total of twelve moves,” Hiroshi announced, his voice steady and calm, yet carrying a thrill that made the hairs on Shinzo’s arms rise. “I’ll display them.”

Majuro, holding a sturdy wooden staff, moved into position beside him. With a decisive bang, the staff hit the ground, and in a flash of sparks, three straw dummies appeared, lined neatly in the clearing.

“Haystack dummies!” Majuro declared.

Hiroshi’s lips curved slightly. “Thanks, Majuro. The first move is… INFERNAL SLASHES!”

In one fluid motion, he drew his daggers, spinning them between his fingers in a style that was both deadly and elegant. He tossed them into the air, catching them deftly before they hit the ground.

He slashed in the air. The daggers carved arcs through the air, and as they moved, fiery waves shot forward, slicing the straw dummies cleanly in half. 

The glow of the slashes painted his silhouette in a vibrant orange light.

Shinzo’s eyes widened. “Beautiful!”

Hiroshi nodded, the corners of his mouth lifting faintly. “That’s just the first one.”

Majuro banged his staff again, creating three more dummies. Hiroshi stepped forward, daggers poised. “The second move is… PYRO STORM CUT!”

He held the daggers vertically, spinning them with blinding speed. The air around him seemed to boil as a conical tornado of fire spiraled outward, shredding the dummies into pieces with violent precision. Sparks and glowing embers swirled in the night, painting the Savannah with a fiery spectacle.

“Perfection…” Majuro whispered.

As the last flames faded, Majuro summoned five new dummies. Hiroshi’s movements became more dynamic, more commanding. “The third one is… VOLCANIC IMPACT!”

Raising his arms, he slammed the daggers into the ground. In response, tiny volcanic craters erupted successively in front of him, spitting molten fire and scorching the straw figures. Each explosion lit up the Savannah, flames licking the night sky, leaving trails of glowing ash that slowly settled to the earth.

Shinzo couldn’t hide his awe. “Such a beautiful attack…”

Majuro created seven more dummies. Hiroshi brought his hands together, forming a cup-shaped structure, daggers sheathed behind him. “The fourth one… EMBER BURST!”

A blazing fireball appeared between his palms. With a sudden widening of his hands, it shattered into countless embers, launched forward like a barrage of glowing firecrackers. Each ember struck a dummy with a sharp crackle, exploding into tiny fireworks of flame that lit the clearing in brilliant bursts.

Shinzo whispered, captivated, “So beautiful moves…”

Majuro conjured ten dummies this time. Hiroshi raised his hands high, drawing the next blazing move from within him. “The fifth attack… FLAME COMET!”

A massive, comet-like fireball surged into the night, glowing and burning with intense heat. He thrust his hands forward with a grunt, sending it crashing through the dummies. The impact made the air ripple and hiss, sparks flying in every direction. The explosion looked celestial — like a star colliding with a planet.

Majuro’s eyes widened. “So immense power…”

Hiroshi didn’t pause. He summoned five dummies in a straight line. “The sixth move… FIRE BLAST!”

He slashed the air in an X-shaped pattern, sending intersecting waves of fire that cut down each dummy piece by piece. The precision was perfect, the fire controlled like a painter’s brushstrokes in midair.

Shinzo’s jaw tightened in awe. “Perfection in each move…”

Two dummies appeared. Hiroshi moved with lightning speed. “The seventh move… FLAMING SLASH ‘N DASH!”

He darted toward the second dummy, leaving behind a flaming trail that ignited the first dummy. A violent slash cut through the second, leaving both scorched and destroyed. The fire danced around him, illuminating the night in flamboyant streaks.

Majuro’s voice was soft but reverent. “Such a beautiful move…”

Twenty-five dummies formed a perfect circle around him. Hiroshi’s next move demanded the sky itself as a canvas. “The eighth one… SCORCHING DOWNFALL!”

He leapt into the air, his feet aflame, daggers soaring upward. Using a cupped hand motion, he formed a massive fireball. As he separated his hands, the embers multiplied hundreds of times, forming a storm of flaming shards. He caught the daggers on the descent, spinning them at precise angles, releasing a tornado of fire that shredded every dummy into ash. The entire clearing glowed in orange brilliance, leaving Majuro and Shinzo mouths agape.

“Incredible…” they said almost simultaneously.

Hiroshi paused. “Wait. The next move doesn’t require dummies. Instead, throw projectiles at me. Sharp weapons.”

Majuro conjured hundreds of blades, spikes, and shards, sending them hurtling toward Hiroshi. The night's silence was pierced by the faint metallic hiss of flying metal.

Hiroshi’s next move: “The ninth is… FLAME WALL!”

He stomped the ground. A towering wall of flame erupted, burning every projectile instantly. Sparks shot into the night, illuminating his figure like a sentinel of fire.

Shinzo gasped. “Yo! That’s the one you used back at the Headquarters!”

Hiroshi nodded. “Send more.”

Majuro hurled another volley. Hiroshi extended his arms wide. “The tenth move… BLAZING TORNADO!”

Spinning horizontally, he generated a fiery whirlwind, deflecting every weapon effortlessly. Projectiles fell harmlessly to the ground, vanishing as they struck the edges of the tornado.

“Truly majestic defense…” Majuro muttered, awe in his tone.

Hiroshi gestured. “Spawn a dummy.”

Majuro complied and spawned one.

“Eleventh move… ENGULFING FLAMES!”

Hiroshi ran like a comet, daggers poised. His trail left flames like blazing streaks in the dark. He reached the dummy, stabbing into its chest. Flames erupted violently, coiling and consuming the straw figure in a perfect, controlled inferno.

Shinzo whispered in awe. “Majestic moves…”

Hiroshi lowered his daggers, his chest rising and falling with the controlled rhythm of a master. He surveyed the clearing. The night had become a canvas of ash, fire, and glowing embers.

“They were all my moves,” he said quietly, almost reverently, letting the fire’s afterglow reflect in his eyes.

Shinzo blinked, his face a mixture of awe and confusion. “Wait… didn’t you say that you have twelve moves? You only showed eleven.”

Hiroshi hesitated for a moment, scratching the back of his neck. “See… uh… the thing is that… the twelfth move is a suicidal move. Really deadly. It is called…” He let the words hang in the air, letting the weight sink in.

"The Horizon’s Sun." He paused, letting out a deep sigh.

“You remember the move I used to charge up the cube?” he added, his gaze steady on Shinzo.

Shinzo’s eyes widened. “Yeah, I do.”

“Well,” Hiroshi continued, “instead of poking a small hole, if I cut that pocket space, all the energy leaks through. Resulting in a massive blast that can destroy an entire galaxy.”

Shinzo’s jaw dropped. “WHAT!?”

Hiroshi let out a small, wry chuckle. “Yeah. It's power is more than a literal Supernova. And... What else do you expect from a supernova? So… I can’t use that move.”

Shinzo exhaled, trying to calm the panic that rose in his chest. “Okay… understood.”

Majuro’s voice cut in sharply, filled with both disbelief and authority. “Wait… you said that Hiroshi gave the cube extra powers… You didn’t tell me that he charged it with the power equivalent to a SUPERNOVA! YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THAT IS!?”

Majuro’s eyes glimmered with the seriousness of a man who had seen centuries pass and yet feared few things. “This cube is so strong, that if used, it can BEND or TEAR the entire space-time FABRIC!”

Hiroshi froze, realization dawning. “Wait… bend or… tear..? You mean… like… the tear just like the one Varkonians came from?”

“Exactly!” Majuro said, his tone sharp. “That could result in another portal which will connect Earth to other multiple planets. Those planets will fight too. And the battlefield for their fight will be… EARTH!”

Hiroshi’s brow furrowed. “Wait… if Varkonians used it… is it made by the Varkonians?”

Majuro shrugged slightly. “Probably. We don’t have many details. This cube didn’t actually belong to Krimson. He might have taken it from somewhere. The Varkonians must’ve thrown it away after knowing it was useless.”

Hiroshi’s mind raced. “What if they try to reclaim it after knowing it’s powerful again?”

Majuro’s expression softened just a bit. “It’s no use for them. It will be safe with me. I have to go now.”

Shinzo’s eyes went wide. “Wait… weren’t you supposed to go tomorrow morning?”

“I was,” Majuro replied calmly, “but now, after knowing about the danger of this cube, I need to head out immediately. You both go sleep, and leave for the ring tomorrow morning. Understood?”

Shinzo and Hiroshi both nodded. “Alright,” they said in unison.

Majuro gave a final nod and left, his staff tapping softly on the ground as he disappeared into the night.

Shinzo sighed, Hiroshi breathed in exhaustion. They both went inside the Hut.

They moved to a room connected to the main chamber. Hiroshi glanced around. “This Hut is bigger from inside than outside.”

Shinzo’s eyes scanned the room. “Probably due to magic…”

The room was simple but comfortable. A singular bed sat against the far wall, and a couch rested closer to the entrance. Shinzo’s eyes fell on the bed. “There’s only one bed here…”

Hiroshi shook his head with a small smile. “It’s alright. I’ll sleep on the couch. You take the bed.”

Shinzo hesitated, concern flickering across his features. “Are you sure?”

“Of course,” Hiroshi replied firmly.

Shinzo let out a slow breath, realizing arguing would be pointless. The events of the day, the fire display, the revelation of the cube, and the weight of their powers had left him both exhausted and in awe. He climbed onto the bed, feeling the soft mattress beneath him, while Hiroshi stretched out on the couch, daggers resting neatly beside him.

The room settled into a quiet, almost sacred stillness. Outside, the wind whispered against the thatched roof, carrying the faint scent of the desert beyond. The moonlight spilled through the window, painting silver streaks across the wooden floor.

Shinzo stared at the ceiling, replaying every move he had witnessed, every wave of fire, every comet-like blast. Even now, the heat seemed to linger in the air.

Hiroshi closed his eyes, letting the calm of the night wash over him. Thoughts of the twelfth move, The Horizon’s Sun, hovered in his mind—a reminder of the limitless power that could either protect or annihilate.

For a long while, silence reigned in the room. Slowly, both Hiroshi and Shinzo drifted into sleep, each lost in their own thoughts of power, duty, and the challenges that awaited them with the next ring.

Outside, the moon kept watch, its gentle light spilling across the Hut as the night deepened, holding the quiet before the storm that tomorrow would bring.

[The Next Day, 13th August]

[5:30 AM]

The next day, the first light of dawn spread a soft golden hue across the savannah. Hiroshi stirred awake and nudged Shinzo gently. “Shinzo, wake up!”

Shinzo mumbled something, half-buried in dreams. “No… I don’t want to go to school, Mom…”

He rolled over and buried himself back into the blankets.

Hiroshi sighed quietly, then got up and grabbed a bucket from the kitchen. Moments later, he returned, filled with cold water. Without hesitation, he splashed it onto Shinzo.

Shinzo shot upright, screaming at the top of his lungs. “AAAAAAAAH! SO COLD!”

“Shh! We gotta go. It’s morning. Get freshened up,” Hiroshi said, his tone firm but calm.

Shinzo peeked out the window, blinking at the rising sun. “Morning!? It’s just sunrise!”

“You’ll take time getting ready,” Hiroshi replied. “Go freshen up fast, or I’ll leave you behind.”

Shinzo groaned but dragged himself out of bed.

[One Hour Later]

An hour later, Shinzo emerged dressed in clean clothes. Hiroshi raised an eyebrow. “Where did you get those?”

“I carry seven pairs and wash them weekly,” Shinzo said casually.

Hiroshi exhaled. “Damn… alright. Let’s go.”

“Kay,” Shinzo replied, matching Hiroshi’s pace as they stepped outside.

The savannah stretched endlessly around them, golden grasses swaying gently in the morning breeze. Acacia trees dotted the landscape, their twisted branches silhouetted against the rising sun. Occasional rocks and boulders broke the flat expanse, casting long shadows across the ground. Birds chirped high above, and the distant calls of wild animals echoed faintly across the plains.

Shinzo’s eyes widened as he took in the scenery, the vast openness of the land making him feel both small and exhilarated. The wind whispered through the grasses, brushing against their legs and carrying the earthy scent of the land after a light morning dew.

Hiroshi walked confidently, his steps steady, while Shinzo trailed slightly behind, occasionally stumbling over hidden rocks and uneven earth. “This place… it’s amazing,” he murmured.

Hiroshi glanced back and smirked. “Stay alert. The calm of the savannah can be deceiving.”

As they walked, the temple slowly emerged in the distance. Its stone steps and ancient structure rose above the golden plains like a sentinel watching over the land. The closer they got, the more imposing it seemed.

Shinzo quickened his pace, awe and anticipation pulling him forward. “Is this… your temple..?” he asked.

Hiroshi nodded. “Yeah.”

They climbed the steps, the dry wind brushing against their faces and ruffling their hair. Shinzo’s eyes swept over the pedestal at the top. “So… this is the portal Majuro mentioned. I remember you came from it yesterday when I tried to kill you, but you nearly killed me instead. How do we go to Antarctica now?”

Hiroshi approached the portal, placing his hand on the pedestal and concentrating. Slowly, the air shimmered as the portal’s surface took on an icy-blue hue, swirling like frozen water.

“Let’s go,” Hiroshi said. Together, they stepped forward, and the savannah disappeared in an instant.

[Location: The Antarctican Ring]

When they emerged, the landscape had transformed entirely. The entrance to the Antarctic Ring sprawled before them, still vast but dominated by icy plains, snow-dusted rocks, and shimmering reflections of the pale sun glinting off frost-covered surfaces.

The time felt like night, the stars faintly visible in the early morning sky. A green-and-purple aurora stretched across the horizon, rippling like liquid magic.

Hiroshi and Shinzo descended carefully, eyes wide with wonder. Before they could take another step, a talking snowman approached, waving excitedly. “Welcome to the Antarctic Ring!” it said in a chirpy, musical voice.

Hiroshi froze, jaw tight. “What the—”

To Be Continued...