In the quiet solitude of the night, Hiroto's mind traversed the haunting corridors of his past. Abandoned as a helpless infant on the desolate road, he was adopted by a cruel landlord, his childhood marred by the harsh treatment of his adopted siblings. The cruel twist of fate took them away, leaving him alone once more.
His journey led him to an army school, where discipline and hardship were the teachers of survival. Special forces recognized his potential, molding him into a killing machine for the ravages of war. Yet, even in the realm of battle, Hiroto found himself a victim of bullying, tormented by those who should have been his comrades.
As the nightmares of his past gripped him in his dreams, Hiroto awoke with a start. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead as he faced the echoes of his torment. In the dim light, he looked at his hands, the same hands that had wielded instruments of destruction.
With determination burning in his eyes, Hiroto slapped himself awake, dispelling the lingering remnants of the nightmare. "What's with this dream?" he muttered, shaking off the shadows. "Get up. Today, your magic journey starts."
In that decisive moment, Hiroto recognized the need to break free from the chains of his past. The echoes of war and cruelty were replaced by the promise of a new beginning, marked by the pursuit of magic and the untold mysteries that awaited him. The journey had just begun, and Hiroto, fueled by newfound determination, stood ready to carve a path towards a destiny yet to unfold.