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𝙅𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝘼𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠, daughter of the legendary 𝙏𝙤𝙣𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠, has always been surrounded by greatness. Raised within the powerful and vibrant world of the Avengers, Jules was taught to harness...
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒇𝒖. Her famous Stark glasses rested on the bridge of her nose, their sleek design blending seamlessly with her casual attire. Jules had taken the day to explore the city—getting to know the place that would be her new home for the next few years.
"JARVIS, pull up the local map," she said quietly, barely moving her lips as she spoke.
The glasses' lenses flickered for a moment, and a soft blue holographic map appeared in her peripheral vision. The AI's calm, British accent responded instantly, "You're currently heading westward toward a residential district. Several parks and local schools are nearby, Miss Stark— Pardon, Kuroyama." Jules smiled,
"Thanks, JARVIS. Any suggestions on where I should go next?" Jules asked, taking in the sights and sounds around her. The streets were lively, full of people going about their day. Food stalls lined the sidewalks, offering everything from steaming bowls of ramen to sweet teriyaki, and children ran around playfully as they chased after their friends.
"There's a small park two blocks away that is rather popular for afternoon walks. Additionally, there's an interesting little café just past that—known for its matcha lattes and mochi," JARVIS suggested, his tone both informative and mildly sarcastic.
Jules couldn't help but smile. "A walk sounds nice. Lead the way."
As she continued down the street, Jules marvelled at how different everything felt compared to New York. The air was cleaner, the pace was calmer, and the traditional Japanese architecture mixed harmoniously with modern high-rises. Despite the change, she felt a growing sense of excitement. Musutafu was beginning to feel less foreign and more like a place where she could belong.
"It's quite a shift, isn't it?" the Phoenix whispered in her mind, its voice echoing with a melodic tone. "From the towering skyscrapers of New York to these quiet streets. Yet there's a certain beauty here, don't you think?"
Jules nodded subtly, her thoughts brushing against the Phoenix's consciousness. "Yeah, it's nice. A different kind of energy, but I like it." The Phoenix's presence was warm and reassuring, like a comforting hand on her shoulder as she explored her new surroundings.
As she neared the park, something caught her eye—a crowd of students, all dressed in similar uniforms, was gathered outside a gate. She paused, observing from a distance as they chatted and laughed. It seemed like they were just getting out of school for the day, heading home or to after-school activities. A part of her wondered if they, too, would be attending U.A., but this didn't look like the U.A. campus.
"JARVIS, what school is this?" Jules asked, glancing at the entrance gate. The kanji characters on the sign were unfamiliar to her, but JARVIS was quick to translate.
