In the grand garden of Decavion Estate, beneath the ancient Kyntra Tree, ten figures gathered.

  Five couples. Friends, rivals, legends. They had ruled tournaments, won wars, shaped nations.

  Now they faced their greatest challenge: parenthood.

  > Aera’s mother (elegant, sharp-witted): “I still can’t believe we timed this together. Five children… born as prodigies.”

  Pyra’s father (grinning, arms crossed): “Heh, why not? Our kids will shake the world.”

  Vey’s mother (calm, hands folded): “Let’s hope they inherit more patience than some of us.”

  Volt’s father (stoic, calculating): “The genes are perfect. Kyntra runs strong. They’ll rise fast.”

  Blud’s future father (soft-spoken, curious): “But what about the Nullborn child? No Kyntra. No power. Is it… wise?”

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  A ripple of silence.

  > Aera’s mother (gently): “It’s an experiment. A dangerous one.”

  Pyra’s father (shrugging): “Or a genius move. Imagine — a child who thrives without Kyntra.”

  Vey’s mother (smiling faintly): “Either way, we’ll raise them together. That’s the promise.”

  The moon hung over the Kyntra Tree. Laughter, nervous and excited, drifted into the night.

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  [Years Later — The Fifteenth Ceremony]

  The academy bell tolled.

  On the platform, five teens stood side by side.

  Aera — wind in her hair, eyes bright with mischief.

  Pyra — flame curling at her fingertips, smirking wide.

  Vey — water droplets floating lazily around her.

  Volt — sparks dancing on his hands, sharp-eyed.

  Blud — fists clenched, jaw tight, heart pounding.

  > Instructor (reading aloud): “Kyntra awakening test… Blud.

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  A hush. Then whispers. Then laughter.

  > Blud (inward thought): “I’ll make them believe I have strength. Even if it breaks me.”

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  [Late Night — Training Hall]

  Blud alone in the dark, punching until his skin split.

  > Blud (muttering): “No Kyntra. No problem.”

  Outside, the others watched.

  > Aera (soft laugh): “That idiot’s going to kill himself.”

  Pyra (grinning): “But he is impressive.”

  Vey (quiet): “He’s hurting. But he stands.”

  Volt (serious): “He’s not like us. But maybe… he’s stronger.”

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  [Closing Thought — Decavion Parents]

  In the Decavion garden, the parents watched a rising moon.

  > Aera’s mother: “They’re not children anymore.”

  Pyra’s father: “No. They’re becoming legends.”