CHAPTER 1 — The Outcast Renjiro
(Expired Chapter)
Hoshigawa High School…
A prestigious academy that looked perfect from the outside — clean white walls, manicured lawns, tall gates that screamed discipline, order, and reputation. Parents sent their kids here dreaming of bright futures. But the truth inside was rotten to the core. Here, strength was the only rule that mattered. Weak students were nothing but background noise, invisible until someone decided to crush them. Bullying wasn't just occasional; it had become a silent, accepted system. The strong walked like kings, and the weak learned to keep their heads down or get stepped on.
Renjiro Hoshino was walking alone through the crowded hallway, his massive 150 kg body making every step feel heavy. His uniform stretched tight across his belly, sweat already soaking through the fabric even though the day had just started. His face was round, flushed, and ordinary in the worst way — the kind of face that got zero respect in a school ruled by looks. In this world of Lookism, where sharp jawlines and perfect bodies commanded everything, Renjiro was the ultimate outcast. People didn't see a human; they saw a slow, fat target.
"Look at him… coming in slow motion," Yuto said, walking with his gang and laughing out loud. The group of boys followed him like loyal dogs, all of them tall, fit, and handsome in that effortless anime-protagonist way that made girls blush and guys jealous.
"Not the final boss of the school… he's the final fucking problem," another added with a smirk.
Renjiro kept walking, trying to ignore them, but it was impossible. His heart was already pounding.
Suddenly — THUD!
A hard shove slammed him from behind. Renjiro crashed into the cold wall, his shoulder taking the full impact. His bag flew out of his hand and skidded across the floor.
"Stop right there," Daichi growled, cracking his knuckles. "You've walked enough for today, you fat piece of shit."
Before Renjiro could even steady himself, Hiroto entered the scene like a villain stepping into the spotlight. No one in Hoshigawa ever stood against Hiroto and walked away fine. He was the undisputed king — tall, sharp jawline, perfect skin, cold eyes that could freeze blood. His smile was calm, but everyone knew what it meant: pain was coming.
"Hey… listen, fat guy," Hiroto said with that cold smile, stepping closer. "How many times have I told you… Don't even show up near my Miyu-san."
He leaned in, voice low and venomous. "You don't listen… or you don't understand? Or is it both?"
Yuto burst out laughing, pointing at Renjiro like he was the funniest joke in the world. "Boss, we should install GPS in him… Because he always ends up in the wrong place, saale mote chutiye."
Daichi grinned, eyes narrowing. "This fat guy touched Miyu-san's hand once… I'm thinking… maybe I should cut off his hand instead. Or better yet, slice off that useless lund of his so he never dreams again."
Hiroto stepped even closer, his presence suffocating. The hallway had gone quiet; other students were watching from the corners, some smirking, some pretending not to see. Lookism in action — the handsome king humiliating the ugly giant.
"What do you think?" Hiroto asked, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You and Miyu… are equal? You're not even worth the dust on her shoes."
Then came the final insult, delivered with pure disgust: "You are a useless… slow… disgusting mistake."
Renjiro's whole body was shaking. His fists clenched at his sides, but he couldn't find the strength to swing. Tears of humiliation burned in his eyes. In a small, broken voice he said, "I just… wanted to talk to her. I'm also… a human being."
"Human??" Hiroto's face twisted in sudden, explosive anger. "YOU??"
SMASH!
A kick flew straight to Renjiro's face in slow motion — the kind of cinematic hit you see in anime where time stretches and every detail burns into your brain. Renjiro's head snapped back. Pain exploded like fireworks behind his eyes. He tasted blood in his mouth as he crashed to the floor.
The beatdown continued without mercy.
Yuto laughed like a maniac. "Get up… the drama isn't over yet, madarchod!"
Kick after kick landed — to the ribs, the stomach, the back. Punches rained down. Someone shoved him hard every time he tried to curl up.
Daichi spat on the ground near Renjiro's face. "He even needs permission just to fall, look at this pathetic lard."
Yuto kicked him again. "He came here to be a hero… now he's just floor decoration, saale gande pig."
Renjiro lay there on the cold tiles, breathing heavy, body aching everywhere. His vision blurred. The laughter of the gang echoed in his ears. Hiroto stood over him like a god looking down at trash.
"Listen carefully…" Hiroto said, voice ice cold. "If you show up near Miyu-san again… I'll remind you… that you're not even fit to exist here."
He turned away with his gang.
"Let's go."
From a distance, Yuto shouted back, "Next time come with a lighter body!"
Daichi's laugh rang out. "Or just give up your dreams, you worthless fuck!"
Renjiro stayed on the ground long after they left. The hallway slowly filled with normal chatter again, as if nothing had happened. Students stepped around him like he was a discarded bag.
"Am I… really wrong here?" he thought, chest tight with pain and rage. "Or am I… the problem?"
Silence swallowed him. His heartbeat slowed… but deep inside, something else was beginning to stir — a tiny spark of rage that refused to die.
---
Night had fallen outside Hoshigawa High. The school gate area was pitch dark except for a few flickering streetlights that buzzed like dying insects. The air was cold and heavy. Renjiro Hoshino lay exactly where the gang had left him, his 150 kg body feeling heavier than ever. For the first time in his life, his size didn't feel like power — it felt like a broken prison.
"Why… am I lying here?" he whispered to the empty night. "Why… do I always fall?"
His fingers scraped against the rough concrete, trying to push himself up, but there was no strength left. Pain throbbed in every bruise. The memory of Hiroto's kick replayed in his mind like a looped anime scene — the slow arc of the foot, the impact, the world spinning.
Then a flashback hit him like a wave.
He was back in the dusty training ground of his childhood. An old, strong man stood in the center — his grandfather, Kanji Hoshino. The man was a mountain, broad shoulders, calm eyes that had seen a thousand battles.
"Renjiro…" his grandfather said, voice deep and steady. He stomped the ground hard. THUD! The entire training area shook as if the earth itself obeyed him.
"In sumo, the most important thing is not strength… It is balance. Whoever controls their ground… can never be pushed down."
The words echoed in Renjiro's head as the flashback faded.
Back in the present, Renjiro's eyes slowly opened. His breathing was still heavy, but something inside was shifting. "Balance…" he muttered. "Have I ever been in balance?"
His hand pressed against the ground. Slowly, instinctively, his massive body lowered into a low stance — feet planted wide, center of gravity dropping low, just like his grandfather had taught. The air around him felt heavier, thicker. No loud crack, no dramatic explosion… but the pressure was real. The ground seemed to respond, holding him steady for the first time.
A streetlight above flickered once, then steadied. A sudden gust of wind rose, rustling leaves and stirring the night air.
From far away, Hiroto's mocking voice still echoed in his mind: "You are a burden… You don't belong here…"
Renjiro's fist tightened. The ground pressed back against his palm. "Burden…? Am I… a burden?"
Emotional breakpoint hit hard. Tears mixed with blood on his face. "No… I'm not just meant to fall."
His body naturally settled deeper into the sumo stance. For one brief second, it felt like he was glued to the earth — immovable, rooted. The wind shifted again. Leaves danced. The streetlight stopped flickering.
Renjiro's final thought burned in his mind like a promise: "I won't fall every time… Next time… I will stop it."
He slowly lifted his hand from the ground, breaking contact. Silence returned, but his heartbeat was louder now, stronger. For the first time, he felt a sliver of control.
---
My name… is Renjiro Hoshino.
I used to live in Osaka… a city where life moves fast and those left behind are forgotten in the blink of an eye. Now I am here at Hoshigawa High School — a place where every face smiles on the surface, but behind every smile hides a war. A war of looks, power, and survival. But a part of me still remains in Osaka… where everything first broke… and also began.
My grandfather's name was Kanji Hoshino. People called him a legend. A sumo wrestler whom everyone respected by bowing. But to me… he was not just a legend. He was my everything. He is no longer in this world. No voice. No hand on my head. Only an empty space remains.
When I was five years old… I saw him for the first time in the ring. He stood in the center, and it felt like the entire world bowed beneath his feet. That day… for the first time… I felt like I could become like him too.
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The flashback pulled him deeper.
A massive sumo arena from the old days. The roar of the crowd was deafening — thousands of voices shaking the air. Dust swirled under the bright lights. The smell of sweat, wood, and excitement filled everything. At the center stood Kanji Hoshino, the undefeated legend. People whispered in awe: "That's him… the one who has never tasted defeat…"
The announcer's voice boomed: "Kanji Hoshino enters the ring!"
Heavy footsteps echoed. The ground actually trembled under his weight. Silence fell over the entire arena instantly.
His opponent looked nervous, almost scared. "Is he… human or a wall?"
The referee shouted: "Hajime!"
Instant clash! The two giants collided with earth-shaking force. Kanji Hoshino didn't even flinch. One powerful push and the opponent was forced backward, feet sliding desperately.
The crowd exploded: "OHHHHH!!"
The commentator screamed into the mic: "Kanji Hoshino is unstoppable once again! His balance… his power… it's beyond human level!"
In the ring, Kanji Hoshino's calm voice cut through the noise: "Sumo… is not just strength… It is discipline… And discipline… never falls."
One final, powerful push — THUD! The opponent flew out of the ring completely.
The crowd chanted wildly: "KANJI!! KANJI!! KANJI!!"
"Winner once again… Kanji Hoshino! 50 wins… NO defeats!"
In a quiet corner near the ring, little Renjiro stood with shining eyes, heart full of pure admiration. "Grandpa… I'll become like you too!"
Kanji Hoshino smiled gently and placed his big, warm hand on the child's head. "You can… If you never learn to abandon your ground."
The arena faded. The crowd noise drifted away. Only the name remained — Kanji Hoshino.
Renjiro, back in the present, whispered, "He… was my hero… And I… am not even close to his shadow…"
---
But everything broke one evening.
It was evening at Renjiro's house in Osaka. Inside, a strange, heavy silence hung in the air as if even the walls were afraid to speak. The TV was off. Lights were dim. A small child — Renjiro — sat quietly on the floor, waiting.
"Will Grandpa not call today…?" he asked softly.
The door opened slowly. His mother and father walked in. Their faces said everything before any words came out.
Mom's voice trembled: "Renji… beta…"
A moment of painful silence.
Then she broke down completely: "Your grandfather… is no longer in this world…"
Time froze for Renjiro. The world paused. "What do you mean? He was strong… How could he…?"
His father's voice cracked: "He has left us, son… We couldn't stop him…"
Little Renjiro shouted, tears already flowing: "No!! That's a lie! Grandpa was the strongest! No one could defeat him! He can't die!!"
He collapsed to the floor, fists shaking, tears uncontrollable. His mother hugged him tight, crying with him. "Renji… please… You have to accept the truth…"
Only the sound of crying filled the room. A broken family. Renjiro's inner world shattered. "He was strong… Then why did he leave? Why… couldn't I stop him?"
A small boy sitting alone on the floor, tears in his eyes, feeling the weight of loss for the very first time. The world felt unbearably heavy.
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Back in the classroom at his old school in Osaka, things had already started turning sour.
Class was going on, but the teacher had stepped out for a minute. Students were debating loudly.
Student 1, excited: "Boxing is the strongest sport!"
Student 2, smirking: "No bro… Karate is the best — speed and technique both!"
The class split into sides, voices rising.
Renjiro, who had been quiet until then, spoke up calmly but firmly: "You're all wrong… Sumo wrestling is the strongest."
Everyone turned toward him.
Mocking started instantly.
Student 1 laughed: "Sumo?? That's just fat people pushing each other!"
Student 2: "Yeah… that's a fake sport! There's no real fighting in it!"
Renjiro's expression changed. His voice grew low and sharp: "Be quiet… You don't understand what sumo really is…"
"Oh yeah? Then prove it!" Student 1 provoked. "Or are you only good at talking big?"
Laughter spread like fire. The air filled with humiliation.
Renjiro snapped for the first time: "SUMO IS NOT FAKE!"
The classroom went dead silent.
Student 2 got angry: "Don't talk too much…" and pushed him hard.
A chair fell. Tension exploded.
Two or three students surrounded him, shoving and grabbing. "He needs to be taught a lesson!"
Renjiro pushed back defensively, but he was outnumbered. Student 1 laughed: "You wanted to be a sumo hero, right? Now get up and show us!"
The teacher rushed back in, shouting: "STOP IT RIGHT NOW!!"
Everyone froze. The classroom fell into heavy silence. Renjiro stood there breathing heavily, uniform torn, body sore. Inside he thought: "I wasn't wrong… But I still became the problem…"
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In the principal's room at Osaka Central School, the tension was thick.
Principal Mr. Takeshi Moriyama slammed a file on the desk. "Miss Nakamura… your student, Renjiro Hoshino… was involved in a fight with three students. This school is a place of discipline… If this behavior continues, suspension — or expulsion — will be unavoidable."
Teacher Miss Aoi Nakamura tried: "Sir… I am trying to control him…"
The principal cut her off coldly: "No excuses."
Outside the room, students were already blaming him.
Student 1: "This all happened because of Renjiro…"
Student 2: "Yeah… because of him, we all ended up in the principal's office."
Renjiro stood silent, injured and isolated. The words burned: "I… am the problem here too…"
---
The next day in the school courtyard, everything looked normal — students laughing, playing, living their lives. But for Renjiro, the world had changed forever.
He stood alone, bag on his shoulder, completely silent.
An old friend approached hesitantly: "Renjiro…"
A brief pause. Then the friend said in a low voice: "Sorry… we can't sit with you anymore… The teacher said…"
The friend turned and walked away.
In the classroom, Renjiro sat on the last bench. No one came near him. No one talked. Whispers spread: "That's him… the guy from the fight…"
Suppressed laughter followed.
For the first time, he felt it clearly — he was not invisible; he was rejected. "I wasn't wrong… Yet… I'm the one who's alone…"
After school, he walked home slowly. The sky was painted in sunset colors. A long shadow stretched beside him. No one was with him. The loneliness pressed down harder than any punch.
Suddenly he remembered his grandfather's voice: "Renjiro… The world may never understand you… But you must never lose yourself…"
Renjiro stopped in the middle of the road, gripping his bag tightly. Tears filled his eyes. "Am I… really wrong…?"
One tear fell. Then another. "If everyone thinks I'm wrong… Then… what am I?"
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That night, back in his room, the world outside was completely silent. A faint light glowed inside. Renjiro sat alone, bag in the corner, clothes still dirty from the day's beating, eyes exhausted and full of pain.
On the table rested a photo frame — Kanji Hoshino smiling with that powerful aura.
Renjiro stared at it. "Grandpa… If you were here today…"
A soft memory flashed — the sound of the sumo ring, the roar of the crowd, his grandfather's strong stance.
Grandfather's voice echoed in his mind: "Renjiro… The world will try to break you… But the meaning of sumo is… To never bow down."
Renjiro gripped the photo tightly, tears in his eyes, voice trembling: "I… bowed down… In front of everyone…"
The room was silent except for the ticking clock. Every second felt heavy. "I am weak… That's why everyone treats me like this…"
But then a first inner spark — subtle but real. His hand tightened. The photo frame trembled slightly. "No… Grandpa never taught sumo to the weak…"
Another memory line echoed: "Renjiro… If you fall… Getting back up… is true strength…"
Renjiro wiped his eyes and slowly stood up. "I may fall… But I can't stay down…"
Looking straight at the photo, he whispered with new fire in his voice: "Next time… I won't fall."
The camera would zoom out if this were anime — a small boy in a dark room, a photo that defined his entire life, and the quiet promise that would one day change everything.
Har koi strong paida nahi hota… par jo toot ke bhi khada hota hai… wahi asli fighter hota hai.
— END OF CHAPTER 1 —