1: Hero Isn't Equal To Easy

𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘚𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘰, 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘈𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘹 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 "𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦."

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Shokyo was zooming on top of tall skyscrapers, taking great leaps spanning meters apart with a confident smug. His shimmering white hair billowed in the wind meanwhile his bright, baby pink eyes reflected the full moon.

He was on a call with his wife, Mayo. He said, "I am currently busy. There is this floating cat who stole an entire truck filled with fish. I have to catch it, you know?"

Mayo replied from the other side, "A floating cat Yokami? That's a street-level crime."

"I love a good chase here and there," he said, rolling down on the road. He scanned his surroundings with his beautiful eyes pulsating with energy. He saw the truck. It was running on the road, blasting behind a trail of fish as it moved around.

Shokyo said, "Found it!"

He teleported in 0.0 seconds, right on top of another building, perched on the water tank. He looked around the calm city at night, reveling.

Mayo said, "You remember tomorrow is Miwa's sports day, right?"

He was stunned. His world paused for a second and then shattered. "What?!" The calmness of the night was murdered.

"You forgot our daughter's sports day?! Dummy!"

"No, I totally, totally, totally remembered it," he said. He lied as easily as he breathed. Mayo said, "I am out on a mission, hunting a Yokami trafficker. You will have to attend it on your own."

He teleported again, appearing in the middle of a hushed road in 0.0 seconds. He held the phone tightly. "You are not coming?"

"No, please handle it by yourself."

"But-"

Mayo pitched her voice up, "Thanks, honey!" Shokyo flinched. He groaned. "Stop using that tone on me!"

"It always works."

He extended his arm forward, not even looking in that direction. He said, "You know I don't like to argue with you, and you use that well against me."

"Well, I guess even The Strongest has weaknesses."

The truck with the floating cat inside crashed right towards Shokyo, getting stopped by his extended hand like a ball caught by a goalkeeper. Shokyo picked up the truck without even looking, flipping it upside down.

He said, "Bye, honey."

"Bye."

The call ended. He sighed again. His eyes fell on the flipped truck, filled with boredom. A spark of mischief ignited in them. He smirked devilishly, pulling silver-shining chains out of thin air.

He tapped the door of the truck, exploding it. Boom! Not even a shred was left behind.

A black cat with white stripes was inside it, rattling like a rattlesnake's rattle. He pulled it out, tying it up with the chains. He hung the cat upside down in the middle of the street, sitting on top of the truck, watching it.

He said, "If you steal an entire truck, you will always get caught. Try stealing fish one by one. Chances are reduced significantly by that!"

A policeman popped up from behind. "You are teaching it the correct way to steal?" The voice was booming.

"No, obviously! Hahaha!" Shokyo fake laughed, sliding off the scene and rubbing the back of his neck. The policeman kept staring at him sternly as Shokyo laughed his way away. The police thought, "God, he's handsome. I'll be gay for him any day."

🄱🄰🄲🄺 🄰🅃 🅂🄷🄾🄺🅈🄾'🅂 🄼🄰🄽🅂🄸🄾🄽

His home is a grand mansion spanning three floors. To even enter it, you must go to three gates. The first leads to a garden, the second to a ground, and the third to the insides of the mansion. All wooden, and fragrant as roses.

Inside, Shokyo walked in, shaking. Miwa was circling around him, jumping up-and-down like a bubble of energy. "Dad! Dad! Dad!" She bounced around him.

She was a seven-year-old little girl with shoulder-length black hair, shiny and silky; and bright baby pink eyes, like flowers of pink roses blooming in sparkling amethysts—just like her father.

Shokyo looked down at her. "What happened?" He was six feet tall.

"Tomorrow is sports day!"

"Mom told me that already," he said. He bended down, coming to Miwa's eye level. He patted her head, smiling. She bubbled up more. "Momma is coming?"

"No, she's busy-" Bam!

A Tickler bashed on his head.

[ Ticklers are round, basketball-sized creatures that are always bouncing and jumping around. Dotted eyes and no mouth, always filled with energy. They are Miwa's pets. ]

Hundreds of Ticklers bashed on top of him, crashing like meteors. Soon, the entire room was filled with them. Miwa just looked at this in awe as she saw the Ticklers pile up like a mountain. On top of it, Shokyo sprouted his head out. He coughed up.

Miwa burst into laughter. "Dad is a flower in Tickler soil!" Her laughter echoed throughout the room. Shokyo thought, "Do I look like a flower?"

He teleported out, causing all the Ticklers to tumble down like bowling pins knocked away. He grabbed Miwa, bringing her to her bed. She said, "No!"

"A good night's sleep will help you be more energetic."

"How?"

Shokyo sighed, exhaling steam. He tucked her comfortably in the blanket, and stood up. He teleported to the light switch, turning it off. He said, "I am keeping the door open. If any problem, just knock on my room. Or these Ticklers are always awake; they can help you."

He teleported to his room in another 0.0 second. His eyes started lighting the dark room up with a little pink ambient light. He fell down on the bed, finally resting his muscles. A vibrant smile formed on his lips. "Mayo... Miwa... I hope these days never end. I hope it always stays like this," he thought.

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🄻🄾🄲🄰🅃🄸🄾🄽: 🄸🄽🄵🄸🄽🄸🅃🄴 🅂🄺🅈

The void here was empty, devoid of any physical matter. Time was meaningless here, and concepts were conceptualized here before even the highest of beings could perceive them. Billions of colors swirling within each other, the void was an utter cosmic beauty to behold.

One such swirl of vibrant hues collected within itself, forming a sphere. It dropped into the void like a droplet. Gracefully, slowly, it circled within itself. It solidified, becoming an orb with majestic patterns on it.

It fell down the infinite sky, falling towards the mortal realm.

From far away, there was a bipedal goat with golden horns and four crimson eyes. He was observing this happening with a satisfying aura on his face.

He said, "Xenoverse Convergence Point has been formed... It has fallen on Universe 108, Timeline A." He turned around swiftly as its cape floated behind him dramatically. He roared, "Follow it!"

Hundreds of men wearing red cloaks with golden hats looked at him. They raised their hands in a synchronized manner, all declaring together, "All hail Sinadam!"

"All hail Sinadam!"

"All hail Sinadam!"