Interstellar

Chapter 2- Unveiling the Star Within

Kazuki stood before the mirror, his fingers tracing the areas where his muscles once bulged with power. He remembered the sharp, defined frame he used to have, the strength that was once his pride.

"I used to look so much better...," he muttered. "How long will it take to get back to that? No, it's not just about returning to what I was—I need to become even stronger. Much stronger."

He clenched his fist, his eyes narrowing with determination. "I have to protect the last thing I have left... my sister. I can't let her down too."

He stared hard at his reflection for a moment longer. "Talking won't change anything. It's time to get to work."

Despite his reputation for laziness, Kazuki was far from foolish. His IQ of 178 had always allowed him to excel academically and in battle.

But now, this was different. It wasn't just about knowing what to do but about doing it. Magic had always come to him as naturally as breathing. He'd never had to think about training—it had always been there, like a part of him. until it wasn't.

With a fire in his eyes, he dropped to the floor and began with the basics—push-ups. He focused on perfect form, feeling each muscle strain as he pushed himself up. He knew that rebuilding his strength had to start with a solid foundation.

Kazuki moved on to squats, lunges, and planks, each exercise executed with precision. He pushed his muscles to their limits, feeling the burn and fatigue set in, but refusing to back down. In his mind, he replayed the moments of his humiliation, his betrayal, and the tragic loss of his mother—each memory fueling his drive to grow stronger, to never feel that powerless again.

Training isn't just about repeating movements, he thought. It's about pushing yourself to the edge, testing your limits, and then forcing those limits to move.

Switching his focus, Kazuki turned to endurance. He threw himself into high-intensity interval training (HIIT), sprinting in bursts, dropping into relentless sets of burpees, and throwing shadow punches as if his life depended on it. Even as his body screamed for him to stop, he pressed on, drawing strength from the bitterness of his past and his vow to never be weak again.

Then came the hardest part—magic. He had to fuse his combat skills with his elemental abilities, something he'd never done before. Kazuki wasn't just throwing punches and kicks; he was weaving his magic into every move, turning his training into a dance of power. He experimented with fire, wind, water, and earth, despite his natural inclination toward fire and wind. 

Every strike and kick pulsed with elemental energy with each one having a purpose. He was sharpening his instincts, letting his magic guide his body into a rhythm that felt like a symphony of raw power. 

His talent was undeniable; even on the first day of training, he saw tangible progress. His punches grew stronger, his kicks more precise, and his control over his magic became more fluid with every movement.

Kazuki's ambition wasn't just to reclaim his former glory but to surpass it. He aimed to master all forms of magic, knowing that each element had levels, with each new stage far more powerful than the last. He wasn't content with merely returning to his previous level—he was determined to break through every limit he'd ever known.

he whispered to himself, feeling the surge of energy coursing through his veins. "I'll become something far greater. No one will ever have the power to take anything from me again."

Within just three hours, Kazuki reached the second stage of Magical Strength in all four elemental magics. For most, this would have taken days, but Kazuki had no time to waste. His drive to reclaim his strength and protect his sister pushed him to go beyond what anyone else would consider possible.