The bustling city offered a stark contrast to the serene landscapes Tatsuki had become accustomed to during his training. Towering skyscrapers kissed the sky, their mirrored surfaces reflecting the vibrant energy that flowed through the streets. Amidst the vibrant urban canvas, Tatsuki and Hiroshi reunited with a heartfelt embrace, their bond solidified by distance and time.
Hiroshi guided Tatsuki through the bustling streets until they reached a hidden gem – a serene courtyard nestled between towering buildings. The tranquility of the space was juxtaposed against the city's chaos, as if a pocket of serenity had been preserved amidst the urban jungle.
Sitting cross-legged beneath the shade of a cherry blossom tree, Hiroshi's russet hair seemed to catch the sunlight and set it ablaze. Tatsuki's gaze was fixed on his brother.
"Tatsuki," Hiroshi began, his voice carrying the weight of tradition and heritage, "our family possesses a unique technique, passed down through generations, that enhances our control over our abilities. It has been passed down even from our ancestors."
Tatsuki's eyes widened with intrigue. "A family technique?"
Hiroshi nodded, his expression a mixture of pride and reverence. "Yes, a technique that requires a deep understanding of our own powers and a connection to the legacy that binds our family. It was Taught to us by one of the great pillars."
"It all matters on controlling how your ability works." Hiroshi demonstrated with a flicker of wrist. A blue fire engulfed his body and took form of an eagle. Tatsuki gazed in awe as his brother floated majestically in the air.
Hiroshi moved his fingers to symbolise a form of shapes as the energy flowing through his body quickened like a rushing river and he streached out his hand to the blossom tree. the leaves in the tree flickered with the Hiroshi's flame.
Hiroshi turned and streached out his hand to his lovely brother, his gaze as warm as the summer beach. "Come let me teach you the virtue of our family." he spoke.
For days that melded into nights, Hiroshi immersed Tatsuki in the intricacies of the family technique. They practiced beneath the silver glow of the moon, hands tracing intricate patterns in the air, and delved into ancient scrolls that held the secrets of generations past. Tatsuki's dedication and Hiroshi's patient guidance began to yield results, as the currents of energy within him started aligning with newfound precision.
But their intensive training was interrupted by a sudden calamity that sent ripples of shock through the city. Dark-clad figures descended upon a nearby orphanage, a sanctuary for the destitute and abandoned. Panic rippled through the streets as chaos took hold, and the people cried out for a savior.
"The orphanage is on fire! The orphanage is on fire" people yelled.
Many ran arround in dissaray looking for anyone, anything that could help them at this moment. The police were seen tied up on the roof of the orphanage helpless. A few women ran in the direction of the brothers.
Hiroshi's shirt bore the emblem of the prestigious academy – a symbol of hope that drew desperate eyes and pleading voices. The urgency in their cries reached Hiroshi's ears as a call to action.
Locking eyes with his brother, Hiroshi and Tatsuki knew what they had to do. They raced through the streets, the city's heartbeat echoing their determination.