Kyudai Genso Academy

+Osaka, Kozuki Clan

In the serene atmosphere of a traditional Japanese-style house, the flickering lanterns cast soft shadows on the wooden walls as young trainees diligently practiced their katana techniques. The rhythmic sounds of their training echoed throughout the room as they swung their katana with precision and discipline, mimicking the movements of seasoned warriors. Each stroke was executed with a fierce commitment, and during the climactic final swing, the young practitioners channeled their magical strength into their movements. They invoked the four fundamental elemental powers—Fire, Water, Air, and Earth—each essential for sustaining life on the planet. Yet, beyond these four, there were lesser-known yet equally potent forces like Lightning, Ice, Mist, Stone, and Leaf, each representing unique aspects of nature's energy.

In a quiet corner of the room, a four-year-old girl sat quietly, her small form barely noticeable amidst the bustle of the training session. She was nestled comfortably near the mentors, looking up at them with wide, curious eyes. But her gaze was drawn irresistibly to a katana that hung prominently on the wall, its blade gleaming with an otherworldly light. The young girl's expression was one of deep focus, as though she could sense something that eluded everyone else—a faint, shimmering aura surrounding the katana that seemed to beckon her closer.

"Ojou-sama, what are you looking at so intently?" an older student inquired, noticing her rapt attention.

"Eh... I just feel like that katana is calling to me!" the girl exclaimed, her small finger pointing toward the weapon with an innocent fervor. Her declaration caused an immediate stir among the other students, who exchanged bewildered glances, their conversations fading into whispers of astonishment.

"Silence!" the older student retorted sharply, his voice cutting through the murmurs like a sword.

"But, Master," another trainee chimed in, "Ojou-sama has—"

Suddenly, the room erupted in chaos as a young boy nearby exclaimed, "Woah! I'm surrounded by mist! Am I disappearing?" He waved his hands around frantically, spinning like a top.

Another young boy exclaimed, "Look! It's windy and so shiny!" He pointed at the gusts of Air swirling before him, his face reflecting a delightful mix of joy and astonishment.

Meanwhile, a third student yelped, "Why is there lightning inside? Shouldn't it knock first before coming in?!" He pointed dramatically at the sparking light, his eyes as wide as saucers.

The young boy at the center of the commotion grinned mischievously, "I'm playing tag with lightning! Catch me if you can!" With a flourish of his fingers, the Lightning danced around him like an overexcited puppy.

The students' eyes were as big as saucers, mouths agape. "How...?" was the only word that escaped their lips, their minds boggled by the scene unfolding before them.

After the Princess of Clan expressed her astonishment, they witnessed something extraordinary—not just one, but four young masters showcasing their abilities at such a young age. Typically, the age for awakening is seven years, but these young masters had already experienced their awakening at just four years old.

"Alright, young masters, please follow me," the Elder said as he gently yet firmly lifted the little girl into his arms. The three boys eagerly followed him as they exited the training room, heading toward the spacious common area of the family, where more profound discussions could unfold. They left behind the echoes of their training and the astonished faces of the students.

+Kyoto, Takahashi Shrine

Meanwhile, in a remote shrine nestled within the lush greenery of Kyoto, a young boy named Haruto was engaged in his daily meditation. The shrine was a place of solitude and reflection, with ancient stone lanterns lining the path to the main sanctuary. Haruto, though only four years old, possessed a profound sense of tranquility that belied his age. He sat cross-legged beneath a towering cherry blossom tree, its petals gently falling like whispers of silk in the gentle breeze.

As Haruto closed his eyes, he felt an unusual warmth spreading from his fingertips. The sensation was peculiar, yet comforting as if the very essence of the cherry blossom tree was infusing him with its life force. Suddenly, the air around him shimmered, and the petals began to swirl in a graceful dance, forming delicate patterns in the sky. Haruto opened his eyes, astonished to see the blossoms responding to his unspoken thoughts.

"Haru!" a voice called out, breaking his concentration. It was his older brother, Ryo, who had been watching from a distance. "Did you just…?"

"What's that? Aniki!," Haruto replied, his voice a mix of awe and uncertainty. "I didn't mean to."

"Don't worry, that's great news for both you and us, Haru!" Ryo said with a smile.

Ryo approached his expression a blend of pride and curiosity. "Father must hear of this," he said, placing a reassuring hand on Haruto's shoulder. Together, they walked toward the shrine's main building, where the elders awaited news of this extraordinary event.

+Tokyo, Shiba Clan

In the bustling heart of Tokyo, within the stately Shiba Clan, a young boy named Takeru was immersed in his studies. The Clan was a blend of modern architecture and traditional Japanese aesthetics, reflecting the Shiba family's storied history. Takeru, a precocious four-year-old, was known for his insatiable curiosity and remarkable intellect.

As he pored over a book on ancient mythology, Takeru felt an unexpected warmth radiating from his palms. His fingertips tingled with fiery energy, and the pages of the book began to sing at the edges as if touched by invisible flames. Startled, Takeru glanced around, his eyes widening as small, flickering flames danced along his fingers, casting a warm glow around the room.

"Takeru-sama!" his tutor exclaimed, rushing into the room. "Are you alright?"

"I'm not sure," Takeru replied, his voice trembling slightly. "Everything just… ignited."

The tutor, a wise and gentle man, nodded thoughtfully. "We must inform the head of the family," he said, guiding Takeru out of the study. As they walked, Takeru couldn't help but wonder what this newfound fiery ability meant for his future.

+Hokkaido, Sato Homestead

In the sprawling farmlands of Hokkaido, a young boy named Kaito was tending to the crops with his family. The Sato Homestead was a place of hard work and simple pleasures, where the rhythm of life was dictated by the changing seasons. Kaito, though only four, had a deep connection to the earth, often spending his days among the fields and forests.

As he planted seeds in the rich soil, Kaito felt an unusual pulse beneath his fingertips. The ground seemed to hum with vitality, responding to his touch in a way he had never experienced before. To his amazement, the seeds began to sprout and grow at an accelerated rate, their leaves unfurling toward the sun in a vibrant display of life.

"Kaito!" his mother called, her voice filled with a mix of wonder and disbelief. She had witnessed the miraculous growth from the farmhouse, her heart swelling with pride and astonishment. "What have you done?"

"I don't know, Mama," Kaito replied, his eyes wide with excitement. "The earth just… listened."

His mother embraced him tightly, tears of joy streaming down her face. "You have a gift, my son," she said softly. "We must share this with the elders."

After the moment they awaken their very first power, the young individuals must take the time to thoughtfully establish their personal goals, which will be based on the unique talents they have discovered within themselves. As they embark on this journey, they will face increasing challenges that test their limits while uncovering essential hidden secrets to unravel along the way.