Yamato took me to his home.
It was small… but quiet.
"Alright," he said. "We start now."
I hesitated. "Can I ask something?"
"Go ahead."
"What was that 'district energy' they talked about?"
He sighed slightly. "You heard it wrong. It's destructive energy."
A pause.
"And you… don't have any."
I froze. "Then what am I?"
He looked at me calmly.
"A special case."
From that day, training began.
Not powers.
Not techniques.
My body.
My instincts.
"10 push-ups. 10 squats. Every hour."
No breaks.
No excuses.
At first, I couldn't handle it.
My body burned. My muscles screamed.
But I didn't stop.
Day by day…
I got stronger.
By the fourth month—
"Punch the wall," Yamato said.
"20 minutes."
My fists bled.
Every hit hurt.
But I kept going.
By the fifth month…
I wasn't the same anymore.
Faster. Stronger.
By the sixth month—
I had become something else.
A weapon.
That night, I stood under the cold sky.
The date had changed.
January 6th…
to January 1st.
Less time.
I closed my eyes.
For the first time…
I prayed.
"Let me be enough."