Haruko's mind floated in darkness.
Then, light burst across his vision — but it wasn't just a scene, it was a scale his mind could barely process.
He saw a gigantic stretch of the universe, layer upon layer of worlds stacked in impossible patterns. Floating in the centre was a world tree, so large its roots wrapped entire planets.
Millions of figures swarmed it — some as tall as continents, others twisted and ugly, creatures even larger than the world tree itself. Their attacks tore chunks from its trunk, splitting branches wider than oceans. Seeds rained down…
One seed drifted. Against all odds, it fell into a small blue planet — Earth.
A voice thundered through his mind.
"The tree is awakening. The invaders will come. You will form the first team."
Images flashed — warriors standing together under the branches, fighting back endless waves of those colossal creatures.
Just as the vision began to steady, a massive explosion shook the ground near the bloodline pole in his real location.
Stone and dirt blasted upward. A deep pit yawned open beside the crimson pool.
Deep inside the pit, a faint metallic glimmer pulsed.
His dream shifted into another universe's future — a battle raging between Doraemon and a huge mechanical beetle. Lasers tore the air apart. Doraemon's signature pocket — the one holding thousands of inventions — was in a glass capsule, locked by the enemy.
Mid-fight, that pocket vanished.
Haruko gasped awake, lying on the school field. His body felt… different.
When he pushed himself up, he saw the changes. His Saiyan tail swayed behind him. His eyes now held three concentric rings of red, blue, and gold, spinning faintly like wheels. White-silver fur ran across his arms, shoulders, and his back down to the tailbase, leaving his chest, neck, and abs bare.
He flexed his fingers — the air vibrated faintly at the motion.
For a moment, he just knelt there, processing everything. Combat instincts, bizarre memories of gods and giant trees, the Noblesse bloodline's power — all of it whirled together.
Then he looked toward the pit. The glimmer was still there.
Carefully, he slid down into the hole.
Half-buried in dirt was a small white pouch — strange fabric, smooth, weightless.
As he picked it up, his eyes widened. His hand… sank into it, not like cloth, but like it was passing through open air.
His mind raced. Doraemon. This was the four-dimensional pocket from the anime he once watched in his old life.
"Impossible," he muttered under his breath.
He reached deeper — his entire forearm disappeared into the "pocket space." Inside, it felt vast and weightless. Shadows of objects floated out of reach, countless and varied.
If this was real, it wasn't just a bag. It was a mobile warehouse of technology — maybe even weapons to fight what he'd just seen in that vision.
A wave of heat rolled from the blood pool beside him.
The crimson liquid shimmered unnaturally, giving off an aura that pressed against his skin. Without exactly deciding to, Haruko stepped closer.
The pull was magnetic — part instinct, part command from somewhere deeper in his new blood.
He stepped into the blood pool.
The world tilted. His new powers surged like a roaring tide. The wheel-like rings in his eyes spun faster, his tail tightened around his waist, and the Noblesse aura thickened until the air warped around him.
The pool sank, pulling him under.
He didn't fight it.
Because now, Haruko knew — the fights to come would need all of this.
The tail, the bloodline, the pocket… and the will to lead when the world tree called.