Project Superior: A Hero's Awakening

An Omen in Victory

It was a bright, vivid day; the sky stretched endlessly blue over the bustling city of Moscow. Not far from its busy streets, in an open field, Xavier was happily absorbed in a game with his closest friends—no, his brothers—Jupiter and Jason. They laughed, challenged each other, and reveled in the thrill of competition, yet all of this was just a memory drifting through Xavier's mind. He was remembering that simple joy, reliving a moment he'd shared with his brothers not too long ago.

The game they played wasn't one you'd find in any rulebook; they'd invented it to test each other's limits and settle disputes. Simple yet intense, it had a straightforward setup. One of them would hold a ball, another would take up a tool—anything that could strike the ball—and the third would act as the referee.

The game's rhythm began with the ball tossed to the striker, who would channel every ounce of their strength to hit it as far as they could. The tosser would then have to sprint after the ball, hoping to catch it before it hit the ground. If they missed, the referee would mark the exact spot where it landed. They'd switch roles for the second round, and the winner would be whoever sent the ball the farthest. In this way, the game wasn't just about brute strength but a blend of power, control, and precision.

Today, Xavier was the striker. As he prepared to hit the ball, he took a steadying breath, feeling the familiar surge of energy that came with activating his vector powers. Invisible forces hummed around him, drawing in and amplifying the surrounding momentum. His hands tightened around the bat as he focused, willing the vectors to align with his body's movements.

In that brief moment, before he swung, he visualized the path he wanted the ball to take—high and fast, cutting through the air like a comet. He knew that using his powers wasn't just about raw strength; it was about control and precision. The vectors around him began to flow in perfect sync, transferring energy from his stance, his grip, and even the ground beneath his feet.

When he finally swung, the vectors unleashed a torrent of speed and force, magnifying his strike. The bat connected with the ball with a resounding crack and a visible ripple of energy shot through the air. The ball rocketed forward, almost leaving a trail behind it as it soared upward and outward, far beyond the reach of an ordinary hit. It was as if the air itself parted, propelling the ball with unstoppable momentum.

Xavier watched it disappear into the sky with a satisfied grin. He knew his powers had added a relentless push, turning his swing into something beyond natural limits.

As the ball soared, Jupiter bolted after it, running with all his might. When he finally reached the spot where the ball landed, Jason, acting as the referee, stuck a branch into the ground to mark the distance.

"Not bad," Jason grinned, dusting his hands off. "That's a serious mark, Xavier."

Jupiter stared at the marker, a nervous smile creeping onto his face. "There's no way I'm beating that," he joked.

Xavier laughed and clapped Jupiter on the back. "Come on, man! Don't psych yourself out. Just because we're not all as crazy strong as Jason doesn't mean you can't try. Give it your best shot!"

Jupiter hesitated, fidgeting with the bat. "Yeah, but... you know how hard it is for me to control my powers. It's tough enough without worrying about combat stuff. And let's face it, my powers aren't as flashy as yours."

Jason put a reassuring hand on Jupiter's shoulder. "My mom always says, 'Comparison is the thief of joy.' She's right. Your powers are unique to you. Own it, use them your way—that's what makes them cool."

"Exactly!" Xavier chimed in with a grin. "Besides, if you lose control, Jason and I will be right here to back you up. You've got us."

Jason added, "And if you lose your way, brother, we'll be there to bring you back."