'My days always went the same, monotonous and without any significant changes.
Sometimes, when I sat in class and stared out the window, my mind wandered, imagining being in another world, a world full of adventure and action, like in the action anime genre that I often watched.
In that world, I could be a hero, fight monsters or defeat strong enemies. But, behind all those daydreams, I knew very well that it was all just a fantasy.' Kazuto came back to his senses and forced himself to focus on listening to the lesson delivered by his teacher, even though his mind was still a little wandering.
The boy who was busy daydreaming was Higasa Kazuto, a boy with an unusual appearance. His hair was parted in two, the right side was bright red and the left side was deep blue, giving a striking contrast.
Not only that, his eyes were no less unique, the right eye was a warm amber color, while his left eye emitted a sharp magenta color. This striking color combination often made people around him look at him with curiosity, even considering him strange.
However, for Kazuto, this has become a part of him, even though the attention he receives often feels burdensome.
However, there is one thing that cannot be separated from him, Kazuto is a genius with an IQ of 278. He excels in all fields, from science, language, mathematics, to other disciplines.
Not only brilliant in academics, Kazuto also shows extraordinary talent in the world of sport. Badminton, soccer, volleyball, and various other branches have been mastered easily.
Although some people consider him strange because of his striking appearance, no one can deny that humans with extraordinary abilities like Kazuto may only appear once in 100, even 1000 years. Kazuto listened to his teacher's explanation of a science problem related to speed, but his face looked very bored.
For most students, the problem might be quite challenging, but for Kazuto, this was just a small problem. Without having to write anything in the book, his mind had already found ten different ways to solve the problem.
He just stared blankly at the blackboard, feeling that there was no significant challenge in the material given. While the teacher was still explaining the lesson, suddenly the entire class was enveloped in a bright white light, so intense that it dazzled the eyes.
Kazuto was shocked, he had never seen a phenomenon like this on earth. The light was so strange and radiated with unnatural power.
His mind tried to quickly remember if there was a similar scientific phenomenon, perhaps in books or research that he had read.
However, before he had time to process or find the answer, his consciousness slowly faded, and he fell unconscious.
When Kazuto opened his eyes, the sight he saw was far from what he expected.It was no longer the usual classroom roof, but a high ceiling filled with intricate carvings, typical of ancient palace architecture.
The details reminded him of the illustrations in the history books he had read as a child.
Kazuto slowly got up, his body still feeling weak, but curiosity drove him to look around.
As he looked ahead, his eyes fell on a magnificent chair—a large throne decorated with gold carvings and jewels.
On it sat a man with a very gentle appearance, but the aura he radiated made him look like a king. His face was calm, yet full of authority, as if everything around him was subject to him.
Kazuto was stunned, not sure if he was dreaming or if he had actually been thrown into a completely different world.
"You're awake, young man. Forgive this old man for calling you," the man said while stroking his long beard.
Kazuto realized that the man before him was far different from the image of a king he had learned about in books.
The man's tall, muscular frame contrasted with the elegant and fragile kings often depicted in history.
His hair was a deep blue, contrasting with his fiery red eyes that glowed intensely. Though sitting casually on the throne, the aura he exuded was powerful—only someone with extraordinary strength could radiate such presence.
Kazuto could feel the pressure from this man, as if every movement held an immeasurable amount of force.
"Who are you... if I may ask?" Kazuto asked, his voice filled with uncertainty, though he tried to hide the suspicion creeping in.
His eyes remained cautious, scanning the figure before him, attempting to make sense of the strange situation that had suddenly unfolded.
"My name is Fritz Stauss. I am the leader of the White Eagle Sect," Fritz said calmly, sitting on his throne, his gaze steady on Kazuto.
Kazuto tried to process the information with his IQ of 278, but he still couldn't fully grasp the situation.
Fritz, noticing Kazuto's confusion, gave a slight smile as he watched the young boy's mind race for answers.
Fritz stood up from his throne and walked toward Kazuto. "I know you're confused. You've been forcibly summoned to this world through an ancient technique," he said in a calm tone. "I'm only here to ask for a little help from you."
"My help? I'm just an ordinary human. I don't think there's anything I can offer you," Kazuto responded, his voice filled with confusion, his eyes questioning Fritz's intentions.
Fritz approached him, and without warning, tapped Kazuto on the head with his two fingers. Kazuto was startled but couldn't react in time.
He could only stare at Fritz, trying to understand the meaning behind the sudden action.
"I need your brain. You're here because you're one of the most brilliant minds in your world. If combined with the techniques of this world, the results could be extraordinary," Fritz said with a smile, his eyes gleaming with hope and conviction.
"Oh, I see. Well then, I'm excited! My name is Higasa Kazuto, and I'm ready to help you, Leader Fritz!" Kazuto said enthusiastically, his curiosity and excitement beginning to spark.
"Very good! Then come with me to the training grounds. There, an elder of the White Eagle Sect will teach you the basics you need to know," Fritz said, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Fritz led Kazuto to a vast area filled with countless wooden statues.
Each statue seemed to bear the marks of sword slashes, evidence that this place was frequently used for combat training.
The atmosphere was thick with discipline and fighting spirit.
"Bambang Wira, I've brought you someone you might like," Fritz said, introducing Kazuto to a middle-aged man standing in the center of the training ground.
The man had a wise appearance, his gaze filled with curiosity.
Bambang examined Kazuto from head to toe. "Your body's condition is decent. A good starting point. How old are you, boy?" he asked seriously.
Though a bit annoyed inside, Kazuto responded firmly, "I'm 15 years old."
"Fifteen, huh? It should be easy for you to enter the Awakening Rank at that age. I entered it myself when I was only ten," Bambang said, staring intently at Kazuto, assessing the potential in the young boy before him.
To be continued...