THE DESTINY AWAITS AND THE GODS WATCH THE PROPHECY EMERGING SLOWLY BY SLOWLY.
The Hero Elemental Force continued their training day after day, pushing themselves beyond their limits. Without their sensei, there was no one to guide them directly—yet none of them stopped showing up.
At some point, it stopped being about discipline.
It became instinct.
The training grounds were no longer just a place to improve—they were where they broke… and rebuilt themselves.
Mark stepped forward, his calm presence enough to silence the group.
"Today," he said, his voice steady, "we're doing something different."
A few looks were exchanged.
Homura frowned slightly. "A new technique?"
Mark shook his head.
"No. Something more important."
Arashi whispered to Brian.
"Hope a super transformation for our powers."
Mark looked at him direct.
A brief pause followed before he continued.
"You're going to learn how to fall."
Brian blinked, clearly confused. "Fall? That's it?"
Murmurs spread lightly across the group, but Thierry remained quiet, his eyes narrowing slightly as he thought it through.
"…So we don't get injured as much?" he said.
A faint smile appeared on Mark's face.
"Exactly."
He stepped forward slowly, his tone lowering just enough to carry weight.
"In battle, you won't always win. You'll get hit. You'll get thrown. And if you don't know how to fall…"
He paused.
"…you won't get back up."
Silence settled over them.
Mobi nodded, understanding dawning in his eyes. "So it's not about avoiding damage… it's about surviving it."
Arashi smirked, interest flashing across his face. "Now that sounds useful."
Homura crossed his arms. "So how are we doing this?"
Mark didn't hesitate.
"Brian. Arashi. You'll be attacking."
Brian's grin appeared instantly.
"Finally."
Arashi rolled his shoulders, relaxed but ready.
Mark's gaze shifted.
"Thierry—you're first."
Thierry stepped forward, the air around him feeling slightly heavier.
Not from fear.
From understanding.
This wasn't about winning.
This was about enduring.
He exhaled slowly. "Alright."
Arashi cracked his knuckles, a spark of excitement in his eyes.
"Don't blink."
He vanished.
"Thunder Speed… Hyper Punch."
A blur.
Then impact.
The force struck before Thierry could react, sending him flying across the ground. His body slammed hard against the earth, the sound echoing through the training field.
Pain exploded through him instantly.
For a moment, everything felt distant—his vision shaking, his body refusing to respond.
Still, he forced himself up.
"I'm fine…" he muttered, his breath uneven. "…but that hurt."
Mark's voice came calmly.
"Because you resisted it."
Thierry looked up.
"You tried to stop the force. That's why it broke through you."
A short pause.
"Next time… move with it."
"Round two," Arashi said.
He disappeared again.
"Thunder Speed… Hyper Punch!"
This time, Thierry didn't resist.
The moment the strike landed, his body moved with the force instead of against it. His hands reached the ground first, absorbing the impact, while his body rolled naturally—letting the energy flow through him rather than crash into him.
He slid across the ground…
…and stopped.
Silence.
Then—
Thierry slowly stood up.
No sharp pain.
No shock.
Just control.
Mark smiled.
"That's it."
A small grin appeared on Thierry's face.
"…Yeah. That felt different."
By the time training ended, everyone had improved—even if only slightly.
But sometimes, that was enough.
They split up soon after.
Mobi stretched, exhaling. "Didn't expect something this simple to be that useful."
Homura's gaze was distant, focused. "Next time… I won't be the one falling."
Thierry glanced at him briefly. "You'll get there."
Mobi spoke quietly, almost to himself.
"When someone gets chosen… they don't just gain power."
A pause.
"They gain weight."
Arashi shrugged. "Guess we'll see who can carry it."
The city felt quieter than usual.
Thierry walked without a clear destination, his hands in his pockets, his mind replaying the training over and over again.
Fall… adapt… rise.
Simple.
But powerful.
Then—
"Help me!"
His head snapped up instantly.
Across the street, a girl was being surrounded by five guys. Their movements, their positioning—everything about it felt wrong.
Thierry didn't hesitate.
"Hey."
His voice cut through the air.
"Leave her alone."
One of them stepped forward—a larger figure, confidence written all over him.
"Kid… walk away."
Thierry kept moving.
"I said… leave her."
The man chuckled before glancing at the others.
"You four. Handle him."
They rushed him all at once.
Fast.
But not fast enough.
Thierry moved.
Everything felt different now—clearer, sharper, controlled.
A punch came toward him.
He shifted with it.
Another followed.
He redirected it.
Their attacks lacked coordination, and one by one, they fell—not because he overpowered them, but because they couldn't keep up.
Seconds.
That was all it took.
They hit the ground hard, their confidence gone, replaced by fear.
"He's… not normal."
They didn't wait.
They ran.
Now only one remained.
Thierry stepped forward slowly.
"So… now leave."
The big man didn't move.
Instead, he smiled.
"You really think I'm scared of you?"
Silence.
Thierry's gaze didn't waver.
"I told you…"
He took another step forward.
"…leave her."
The air shifted slightly.
The man's expression darkened.
"Oh… you've got guts."
A pause.
Then—
"I'll kill you."
The man stepped forward, his heavy footsteps pressing into the wet ground with confidence and certainty. The kind of presence that made weaker people hesitate without even realizing it.
"You four. Handle him."
But they were already down—scattered across the ground, their confidence shattered, their bodies refusing to rise. Their breathing was uneven, their eyes filled with fear.
Now, only he remained.
Thierry stood still as the rain began to fall again, soft at first, tapping gently against the pavement as the distance between them closed. The big man exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as his sharp gaze locked onto Thierry.
"So… you're the one."
There was no mockery in his voice—only weight, only experience.
Then he moved.
Fast.
His fist cut through the air with force, aimed directly at Thierry's face. But Thierry didn't flinch. He didn't step back. He didn't hesitate. A slight tilt of his head, a subtle shift of weight—and the punch missed completely.
Before the man could react, Thierry was already in front of him.
One step.
One strike.
Clean. Precise. Final.
The impact echoed dully as the man's body froze for a split second before collapsing to the ground without resistance.
Silence followed, broken only by the sound of rain.
Behind him, she stood frozen, her eyes wide, her breathing uneven. That wasn't supposed to happen like that. Not this fast. Not this easily.
Thierry turned toward her, his expression softening slightly as he stepped closer—not as a fighter, but as someone trying to understand.
"What did they even want from you ? "
She looked at him, quiet and still, before answering,
"To catch you."
For the first time, Thierry's expression changed. A small surprise—but real.
And in that exact moment, she moved.
Her body flipped through the air with precision, her movements sharp and controlled. Before Thierry could fully react, something tightened around him—rope, binding his arms instantly and restricting his movement.
He dropped to one knee, restrained—but calm. Too calm.
"Really… you know I let you do this on me and I can get out"
She stepped closer, her eyes sharp, watching every detail.
"Prove it."
A brief silence followed before Thierry moved again—not with force, but with control. The rope tightened for a moment, then shifted as his body adjusted. He jumped, slipping through the tension, almost free—
But she struck.
Perfect timing.
Her hit interrupted his movement completely, throwing off his balance. Thierry fell forward—
And landed directly on top of her.
For a moment, everything stopped. The rain, the sound, the world itself.
Their eyes widened.
Too close.
Too sudden.
Too late.
Their lips met.
It was a mistake. An accident. A moment neither of them planned—yet neither stopped.
They froze, unable to react.
Then she moved.
She kicked him off instantly, her face flushed with anger and something deeper she didn't want to acknowledge.
"This was my first and worst kiss."
Thierry sat up slowly, blinking once as he processed what had just happened.
"Oh wait really you ain't lucky it's my first and worst too."
Silence followed—awkward, heavy, unavoidable.
Then reality returned.
Thierry stood up, brushing himself off slightly, his expression turning serious again.
"Why are you catching people?"
She didn't answer immediately. Her gaze lowered slightly before she spoke.
"I sell them to get a life."
The words landed heavily between them.
"That's not right."
She looked back at him, not angry—just tired.
"You think I don't know that?"
The rain continued to fall between them like a quiet barrier.
Then she spoke again, slower this time, deeper.
She told him everything—about her parents, about losing them, about the place she was taken to. A place meant to help people like her, but one that never felt like home.
She couldn't stay there.
So she left.
Alone.
The world outside wasn't kind—it never was.
She found a place to survive, but survival came with a price. A condition.
Catch strong people.
Sell them.
To underground battle arenas.
Silence followed her story, heavy and real.
"There has to be another way."
"No."
Thierry stepped forward, his gaze firm.
"I won't let you keep doing this."
Her expression changed instantly—cold, sharp, dangerous.
"Don't irritate me… or I will end you."
The air shifted.
Behind her, light burst outward as a Heavenly Angel Avatar aura appeared, radiant wings unfolding and illuminating the rain. The ground beneath her feet trembled slightly under the pressure of her power.
Thierry's eyes widened slightly—but he didn't step back.
"You don't belong there."
She didn't respond.
"You can come with me… to the Hero Elemental Force."
Her eyes narrowed.
"…And if that's a trap?"
"It's not."
He stepped closer, calm and certain.
"You can stay there… as a home too."
Something in her expression shifted—just slightly.
"…Give me time."
A pause.
"By tomorrow… I'll contact you."
"How?"
A faint smirk appeared.
"You will see."
And just like that, she disappeared.
---
Later, at the headquarters, the rain had softened when Thierry stepped inside.
The room was calm but alert. Brian leaned back casually, Arashi stood against the wall, Mobi observed quietly, and Homura remained still, watching everything.
The moment Thierry entered, they noticed something different.
"…You look different," Brian said, narrowing his eyes slightly.
Arashi smirked. "Yeah… something happened."
Thierry walked further inside before stopping.
"I met a girl."
Brian immediately sat up.
"That's your gf."
At that exact moment, Andria walked in.
Brian didn't even hesitate.
"Thierry got a girl."
"That's not it."
Arashi chuckled. "Then explain."
Mobi leaned forward slightly. "…Explain."
Thierry did.
He explained the fight, the trap, the rope, the situation—and briefly, the kiss.
Then he spoke about her.
Her speed.
Her control.
Her presence.
"…she is the most beautiful girl I ever met."
Silence filled the room.
This time, no one joked.
"…Oh," Brian said quietly.
"What does she want?" Andria asked, crossing her arms.
"She catches people."
The atmosphere changed instantly.
"She sells them… to underground battle arenas."
"…That's messed up," Arashi muttered.
"And you still invited her?" Brian asked.
"Yes."
"You WHAT?"
"I told her to join us."
Silence.
"She doesn't belong there."
"And you think she belongs here?"
"Yes."
The tension grew, thick and undeniable.
Then Homura stepped forward slightly, his voice calm and grounded.
"Ask Sensei first about adding a member to the team "
The room quieted immediately.
"…Yeah. That makes sense," Brian admitted.
Then—
The air shifted.
Sensei appeared instantly.
"I agree."
No hesitation.
"Bring her."
"And the test?" someone asked.
"Everyone who would come back to the castle could join the team… but they didn't."
Silence.
Understanding.
---
The next day, Thierry walked through the city alone.
Then—
A voice.
Inside his mind.
Come.
He stopped.
The same place.
He moved without hesitation.
She was there.
Waiting.
No words were needed.
They walked together.
---
At the headquarters, she entered slowly, observing everything carefully as the team watched her.
"…yeah, I see what he meant," Brian whispered.
Introductions followed.
Then Sensei spoke.
"Don't worry… Thierry will be the one taking care of you."
Thierry froze slightly before looking at her.
"Yh I will fore sure."
She looked back at him, silent—but accepting.
And just like that she cried of joy.She stayed.A new member.
A new beginning.