His Miraculous Tiger {AoKaga}

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Akashi was in Kagami's apartment, standing in front of the glass door that gave access to the balcony. He kept his arms crossed and his eyes fixed on the landscape outside. He could tell the sun was about to set. As the gray sky gradually darkened, darkening the skyscrapers as well. But the certainty came from something beyond the obvious. As if his inner animal were able to tell the time, thanks to the imperceptible movement of the Earth's rotation. The relationship with nature had narrowed to the point of practically discarding the use of watches.

Not only that. Seijuro felt himself capable of orienting himself through the directions, he could feel with the precision of a compass which direction was north, as if the magnet embedded in the bowels of the earth was whispering the way.

Abilities that might have lost their usefulness in such a modern world, but represented a return to shifter heritage. It made him think of how powerful their race was and how much they'd lost by moving away from the wild.

And that was the simple beginning. They would grow stronger over time, as not only Akashi, but all Betas were graced with that evolution in their powers. They would be invincible. But for that, they needed to recover the Alpha and the Omega. Make the Pack unified again.

From the whole situation, he learned a very important lesson, he was part of a generation born in a modern world. He needed to learn to balance the new generation with the old one. And not to make more mistakes like that.

Now things made sense. Especially the simple way Hanamiya had outsmarted him. It was humiliating. The Beta had found a loophole and used it as a weak point.

Akashi was born into a traditional and wealthy family. He had grown up classically in the shifter community. He divided his time between education and art, taking painting and violin lessons. He played shogi. And basketball.

{Sorry to interrupt but this is not the time for all this shat Akashi}

Technology had been incorporated into his life as well as that of a large part of the population in a basic way, he had a cell phone for immediate contact. The computer for schoolwork. Tablet for less elaborate research. He'd heard things that sounded like something out of a spy movie or science fiction, the thought of a five-year-old.

A brief conversation with the head of security at his father's company and Seijuro had discovered that a two-second search yielded thousands of results with so-called "GPS Trackers", tracking programs that told a person's every step as long as they were installed on the device. And makoto had used that technology for his plan.

So simple that it was Ridiculous!

For the first time, he paid attention to the technological world that bombarded people in the 21st century. He made a space in his schedule for after he made amends. He would keep up with technology and keep himself as informed as possible. He would never be so childishly deceived again.

But it was from those mistakes that experience and maturity came, wasn't it? He would grow, broaden his vision and thinking. He would become stronger. Him and the entire Pack.

His father had made all possible help available to him in that rescue, even though he knew he would be refused. He knew his son well enough to understand that Akashi wanted to sort things out like a Pack that was already standing on its own two feet. Even if risks were involved.

Like the shifter community.

But the boy was no fool. There were certain things he wouldn't refuse, like the vehicle that would take them to Kirisaki Daichi's house. And information that he had discovered from inexhaustible source of resources on the Internet. Trying to track down one of the kidnapped companions was in vain. Both Kagami's and Daiki's cell phones had been in the apartment since the ill-fated night.