Dai Hayakawa, the enigmatic seventeen-year-old harboring an aura of strangeness that clung to him like an ethereal cloak, remained an intriguing enigma in the eyes of those who crossed his path. Standing at a height of 182 centimeters, his brown eyes were windows to a soul veiled in layers of mystery, while his fiery red hair commanded attention wherever he went. At first glance, he appeared every bit the good-looking young man, but it was his peculiar behavior that set him apart.
From a public perspective, Dai's childhood seemed unremarkably ordinary. He blended seamlessly into the tapestry of everyday life. Yet, beneath that facade, within the secret chambers of his mind, dwelled beliefs that diverged dramatically from societal norms. He traversed the corridors of his existence devoid of remorse or fear, forging a path uniquely his own.
His early years in high school were characterized by academic excellence, a stellar performance in a world defined by grades and tests. However, this prowess came at a cost. Dai found himself in a state of perpetual isolation, with few friends to speak of. He was often embroiled in senseless conflicts, as though he was drawn to confrontation like a moth to a flame.
In this sea of social detachment, Nakai Eiji was an anomaly. A quiet, reserved child who never once uttered a word, Eiji's silence cast a perplexing shadow over their friendship. Some speculated that his reticence was linked to a voice or glandular condition, but the truth remained elusive.
Tragedy struck young Dai's life with a cruelty that defied comprehension. At the tender age of seven, on a fateful March eleventh, Eiji committed suicide. The loss of his friend, shrouded in inexplicable circumstances, left Dai in a state of silence, a silence that stretched on for days and weeks. It was only when he eventually returned to school that his disturbing behavior escalated. In a burst of anger, he broke a teacher's arm, an act that led to his expulsion from the educational institution.
As if fueled by an inner force, Dai's strength, speed, and intellect surpassed those of the adults around him. Whispers of his abnormal abilities reverberated through the community, shrouding him in an aura of intrigue and trepidation. It was at the age of eight years and four months that he authored yet another tragedy, or perhaps more aptly, crafted one. He ended his own father's life with a knife, an act that sent shockwaves through the City.
The ensuing years saw Dai's turbulent journey through four different schools, each culminating in his expulsion. Only the Kanagawa Prefectural Yokohama Suiran High School bore testament to his unique abilities, speaking of him in terms that oscillated between admiration and unease.
Back at his house, in the company of his single mother, Dai began to sense something amiss. A strange energy welled within his stomach, an unsettling presence that refused to be ignored.
"What is this? I've just returned from that wretched school, and now my belly is writhing in agony. Damn it, I need to get some medicine," Dai muttered to himself.
This teenager was no ordinary child. He possessed an innate speed and strength that surpassed the realms of human potential. While not quite superhuman, his abilities were a league apart from the average person.
It was around 10 PM when Dai decided to venture out into the night, the city streets bathed in the dim glow of streetlights. As he strolled through the urban landscape, he couldn't help but notice the downtrodden figures of beggars and vagrants.
His gaze fell upon a particular homeless man, well-dressed despite his circumstances. Dai's voice rose, addressing the group with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. "Why do none of you attempt to secure employment? Instead, you linger here, reeking of despair. It's not that challenging, especially in a place like Japan."
In response, one of the vagrants locked eyes with Dai, his anger palpable as he jabbed a finger accusingly. "Who do you think you are, speaking down to us like this? I'm not your mother, to be chastised by a teenager. I'll teach you a lesson if you don't scram, you little brat!"
Without a moment's hesitation, Dai's body moved with inhuman speed. In a blur, he leaped onto the homeless man's head, a feat defying all reason. He seized money from one of the bewildered onlookers and darted around the building, all while offering a parting gesture - the most vulgar one possible.
The homeless man, his gaze following Dai's actions, watched in disbelief as the teenager exclaimed, "Here's your money, you good-for-nothing." With a derisive spitting sound, Dai tossed the money onto the ground and turned away.
As for why Dai had acted in such a manner, the answer remained elusive. Since his childhood, violence had coursed through his veins, and his actions were often guided by self-interest. Yet, perhaps buried beneath the layers of aggression lay a deeper motivation, one that had yet to reveal itself.
Climbing atop a nearby grocery store, Dai's senses were heightened. A peculiar energy coursed through him, a sensation of power like never before. "What is this energy? It's as if I've become a deity. I've never felt so invincible."
And then, there was another facet to Dai's complex personality - a profound sense of godliness. It was a conviction that would shape the events that followed.
With a fearless spirit, Dai descended from the rooftop, plummeting from a height of twenty meters directly onto a parked car. The impact should have been excruciating, even life-threatening. Yet, to his astonishment, he felt no pain.
"I don't think I'm human anymore. I didn't even hurt from that fall," Dai mused, his voice tinged with disbelief.
Unfazed, he decided to push the boundaries further. His sense of invincibility emboldened him, and he set his sights on an even greater challenge - a massive truck that loomed at the intersection, its headlights ablaze against the night.
"This world is mine, and I cannot die," Dai whispered to himself, the words dripping with a chilling conviction. With an air of nonchalance, he strode toward the truck, disregarding the blaring red traffic lights that should have halted him in his tracks.