The friendship with Oga happened naturally.
During lunch break, Haruko sat near him while the green-haired baby — Beel — grabbed at Oga's sandwich.
"He eats more than me," Oga said, dodging another grab.
"That's saying something," Haruko replied, watching the baby's wild movements.
"Want to hold him?" Oga asked.
Beel immediately latched onto Haruko's shirt when he took him, giggling loudly.
"He likes you," Oga said, surprised.
They started meeting regularly after school.
Fighting practice in empty lots, sharing meals from street vendors, letting Beel crawl around between them while they talked.
"You fight different than most people here," Oga observed after a sparring session.
"You're not bad yourself," Haruko said. "For someone carrying a baby everywhere."
"He makes everything harder," Oga grinned, catching Beel before he could crawl into traffic.
One night, screaming echoed from the streets outside Haruko's house.
He looked through his window and saw people running in panic. Some carried bags, others just ran with nothing.
The next morning, news reports filled every channel — cities under attack from unknown creatures, people transforming, governments declaring martial law.
A week later, Haruko was reviewing market charts when his phone buzzed with news alerts.
Global markets were crashing as chaos spread. But Haruko saw the patterns from his previous life knowledge.
He executed a series of short sells, betting against companies that would collapse. Within hours, his account grew by millions.
He immediately arranged gifts for his parents — medical supplies, luxury items, and enough money to keep them safe for years.
"You've made us proud," his mother Meiika said over the phone. "But remember, finish your studies first."
The lockdown became stricter — 10 AM to 9 PM curfew citywide.
Haruko walked to Ishiyama High and found police cars outside. Officers were escorting students who had been staying at school instead of going home.
"Some have been here for days," one officer told his partner. "Refusing to leave."
The stubborn students were loaded into patrol cars, complaining loudly.
Haruko found his grandfather Zenny checking the school locks.
"I want to use the school grounds for training," Haruko said directly.
Zenny frowned. "During lockdown? That's risky."
"I need more space than our home gym. Just for a few hours."
After studying Haruko's expression, Zenny sighed. "Fine. But stay hidden. If anyone asks, you're doing maintenance work."
Two hours into his workout, Haruko lay on the grass, breathing hard.
The afternoon sky was clear and blue.
Then thunder rolled overhead — not normal thunder, but something that shook the earth itself. The sound echoed across the entire world.
Haruko sat up quickly. "What was that?"
The ground cracked beneath his feet.
A metal pole shot up from the earth, rising twenty feet into the air. At its peak, a platform emerged — bowl-shaped and gleaming like polished steel.
Golden, blue, and red light swirled in the air above it, moving like liquid fire.
Blood began seeping from cracks in the ground, flowing upward to fill the bowl-shaped platform like a crimson pond.
Haruko stared, frozen. "This can't be real."
The light struck him like a physical blow.
His vision went black. He collapsed.
In the darkness of his unconscious mind, figures materialized — Vegeta with his arms crossed, Goku with that innocent smile, Broly radiating wild power.
Behind them stood Yamoshi, the legendary first Super Saiyan, ancient and serene.
"You carry more than one bloodline," Yamoshi said quietly.
The scene shifted violently. Gods of destruction fell from the sky, angels lay motionless, and a massive phantom with majestic features — Yamuko — moved through the chaos, devouring other spirits.
But one small phantom didn't flee. It remained still. The giant paused, surprised, then gave the small spirit energy instead of consuming it.
The shape that formed was elegant, noble — ancestors of the Rai Noblesse bloodline.
On the school ground, Haruko's body began transforming.
A sleek tail emerged near his hips. His frame became leaner but more defined. Muscles shifted beneath his skin, forming the distinctive demon back pattern.
His eyes opened with a crimson glow — the unique aura of the Lord of Nobles.
Ancient memories flooded his consciousness.
Cadis Etrama Di Veythar, the First Noblesse, originator of the bloodline. The power to absorb both sunlight and moonlight, converting them into pure life force and aura. Fighting indefinitely, healing instantly, maintaining peak power without blood consumption.
He was descended from Cadis Etrama Di Raizel.
Across the planet, the same phenomenon erupted simultaneously.
Millions of bloodline awakenings triggered at once. The closer to the original bloodline, the stronger the transformation.
Bloodline poles emerged from the ground worldwide.
Saiyan bloodlines activated with extreme combat adaptation and transformations. Orc bloodlines brought brute strength and durability. Vampire bloodlines granted immortality and regeneration.
Humanoid beasts, mythical creatures, and aquatic life forms emerged from hiding, attacking cities around the globe.
Mage bloodlines awakened with high mana control. Dragon bloodlines granted scales and elemental breath. Phoenix bloodlines offered rebirth and flame mastery.