Dragon Ball Sekai (Male! Saiyan Reader x isekai)

The Hero (updated)

In the streets of Japan

Rain poured heavily in Japan as Hibiki trudged through the soaked streets, the dim glow of streetlights casting soft shadows on the wet pavement. He'd just left the local convenience store, clutching a bag of chips like precious cargo. Under his umbrella, he shielded himself from the downpour, yet the relentless wind kept tugging at his arm, threatening to rip it from his grasp.

"Almost there," Hibiki muttered, his voice barely audible over the rain's steady drumming. "Just a few more blocks." He tightened his grip on the umbrella, feeling the strain as gusts tried to wrench it from him. Despite the struggle, he kept moving forward, determined to reach his apartment.

"This weather... why didn't I just get groceries earlier?" he grumbled. "Now I'm out here, risking my life over a bag of chips. Mom's going to kill me for being out so late." He sighed, shaking his head at his stubbornness. His apartment was finally in sight, its warm lights a welcome beacon in the murky night.

As he passed a corner, Hibiki noticed a young mother and her child walking along the sidewalk. The boy was brimming with energy, tugging at his mother's arm and chattering eagerly despite the rain. "We're almost home, Shou," the mother said, attempting to calm him. But the child's enthusiasm was undeterred.

"No, Mom! I wanna play more!" Shou's small voice rang out, filled with boundless excitement that not even the storm could dampen.

Hibiki watched, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Seeing Shou's innocence and playfulness brought a wave of nostalgia, reminding him of his childhood. He remembered his mother's patient scoldings when he was five and how difficult it must have been for her to keep up with his constant energy. Parenting seemed exhausting, but he thought it might also be rewarding.

As they continued down the street, the mother handed Shou a small plane toy. The boy began swooping it through the air, his laughter mingling with the rain. Hibiki's smile widened. He recalled his favorite toy as a child—a wooden sword he'd swing around while pretending to be a hero, lost in his fantasy world.

Now, he no longer wielded toys but real weapons. His father, Mr. Eiyuu, had trained him in kendo, shaping him into the young man he is today. He was Hibiki Eiyuu, a name he carried with pride.

With his chips secured and his thoughts drifting to childhood memories, Hibiki continued his trek through the storm, feeling the distant warmth of those treasured moments echoing within him.

As Shou tossed his toy plane into the street, Hibiki stood at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to turn green. The rain poured down around him, and his thoughts drifted. Suddenly, a flicker of movement pulled his attention back to the road.

Shou had slipped from his mother's grip and dashed into the street, his tiny legs carrying him eagerly toward the plane in the center of the lane. The mother, momentarily distracted, hadn't noticed him slip away. Hibiki's eyes widened in alarm as he entered the scene—a truck, headlights glaring, barreling down the rain-slicked road toward the oblivious child.

A cold chill ran through Hibiki. He watched as Shou reached for his toy, his small hand stretching out, unaware of the speeding truck bearing down on him. Shou's lips moved in that heart-stopping moment; a whisper caught between his hope and the fear creeping into his wide eyes.

"Mama..."

The sound of the mother's scream cut through the rain. "SHOU!!!"

Hibiki's body moved before his mind caught up. He bolted forward, the distance between him and Shou feeling impossibly long, his heart pounding as he sprinted into the street. Without a second thought, he threw himself forward, arms outstretched, shoving the boy out of the truck's deadly path. The child tumbled to safety, his wide eyes staring up at Hibiki in shock.