One Year Later - Age 11, Spring]
The Hayado family stood at the train station, a small duffel bag at Andrew's feet.
Mrs. Hayado: (trying not to cry) "Are you sure about this? You're so young…"
Andrew: "I'm sure, Mom. I need to do this."
Mr. Hayado: "We've saved some money for you. It's not much, but it should last a few months if you're careful." He handed Andrew an envelope. "And we got you this."
Inside was a phone old but at least it was. functional.
Mr. Hayado: "Call us every week. Let us know you're safe."
Andrew: "I will. I promise."
Issei: (trying to look brave) "You better come back strong! Because when you do, I'm going to challenge you!"
Andrew Meeting) his brother's eyes.
Andrew: "Keep training. Every day. Don't slack off just because I'm not here."
Issei: "I won't! I promise!"
They hugged brief but genuine.
When Andrew stood, his mother pulled him into a tight embrace.
Mrs. Hayado: (whispering) "Come back to us. No matter how strong you get, you're still our son."
Andrew: "Always, Mom."
He picked up his bag and walked toward the platform. At the last moment, he turned back and waved.
His family waved back, Issei jumping and shouting encouragement.
Then the train arrived, and Andrew stepped aboard.
As it pulled away from the station, he watched Kuoh disappear into the distance.
One year. Maybe two. I'll travel, fight, learn everything I can about this world. And then…
He looked at his reflection in the train window young, determined, still so much to learn.
Then I'll come back. Stronger than anyone can imagine.
The journey had begun.
A/N these chapters will try and be Longer
As the strory goes on and Develops
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Osaka - Two Weeks Later]
Andrew had learned quickly that this world was far more dangerous than it appeared.
Stray Devils. Rogue Fallen Angels. Exorcists hunting supernatural creatures. Sacred Gear users who didn't even know what they possessed.
And him—a Saiyan, trying to navigate it all.
He'd been staying in cheap hostels, taking odd jobs for food money, and spending every spare moment training or gathering information.
Tonight, he was following a lead.
People had been disappearing in this district—young men and women, all in their twenties. The police had no leads, but Andrew had heard whispers. Supernatural whispers.
Stray Devil. Has to be.
He moved through the darkened streets, his senses heightened. His ki detection—still crude, still developing—picked up something nearby.
There.
An alley. A woman's scream, cut short.
Andrew ran.
He turned the corner to find her—a devil, twisted and monstrous, hovering over a collapsed man. Her form was grotesque, barely humanoid, with elongated limbs and too many teeth.
Stray Devil: (turning, grinning) "Another snack? How convenient."
Andrew dropped into a fighting stance—crude, self-taught, but his Saiyan instincts guided him.
Andrew: "Let him go."
Stray Devil: (laughing) "Or what, child? You'll stop me?"
Andrew: "Yeah. I will."
She lunged.
Andrew barely dodged, her claws scraping past his shoulder and drawing blood. Pain exploded through him, but he gritted his teeth and countered with a punch to her midsection.
The impact sent her stumbling back, surprised.
Stray Devil: "You… you're not human!"
Andrew: "Neither are you."
They clashed again—her supernatural strength versus his Saiyan physiology. She was stronger, more experienced, but Andrew was faster. His body moved on instinct, dodging, weaving, striking whenever an opening appeared.
But he was losing. Slowly, surely, she was overwhelming him. DAMM IT ALL I am still
Not strong enough. Not yet. But I can't give up. Not when someone's life depends on it.
His fist connected with her jaw, and she retaliated by driving her claws into his side.
Andrew gasped, blood seeping through his shirt.
Move. Keep moving. If I stop, we both die.
He grabbed her wrist, twisted, and drove his knee into her chest. She screamed, stumbling back.
Andrew gathered what little ki he'd learned to control and focused it into his fist.
Andrew: "Get OUT OF HERE!"
He punched with everything he had not just physical strength, but that internal energy he'd finally been able to access after a month
The impact sent the Stray Devil crashing through the alley wall. She lay there, groaning, her twisted form reverting slightly to something more human.
But she was still alive. Still dangerous.
Before Andrew could finish it, a voice spoke from behind him.
???: "Impressive. For a child."
Andrew spun, fists raised
And found himself face-to-face with a silver-haired woman in a maid outfit, her expression calm and assessing.
Grayfia Lucifuge.
Grayfia: "Stand down. I'll handle the Stray."
She raised her hand, and ice magic materialized, encasing the Stray Devil completely. The creature froze mid-scream, trapped in crystalline prison.
Grayfia: (turning to Andrew) "You're injured. And far too young to be hunting Strays alone." Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Who are you?"
Andrew said nothing, backing toward the alley exit.
Grayfia: "Wait
But he was already running, disappearing into the night before she could stop him.
[Andrew's Hostel - Later That Night]
Andrew collapsed on the thin mattress, his side bandaged with strips torn from a spare shirt. The wound was already healing—Saiyan regeneration working its magic—but it still hurt like hell.
That was too close. If that devil hadn't shown up
He clenched his fist.
I'm not strong enough. Not even close. I need to train harder. Fight smarter. Learn to use my ki properly.
But despite the pain, despite the fear, something else stirred inside him.
Excitement.
This world is full of strong opponents. Devils, Fallen Angels, whatever else is out there. If I keep challenging them, keep pushing myself…
He looked at his hands young, still small, but capable of so much more.
I'll get stronger. Strong enough that next time, I won't need saving.
He closed his eyes, exhaustion finally overtaking him.
Tomorrow, he'd continue his journey.
Tomorrow, he'd find stronger opponents.
Tomorrow, he'd take another step toward becoming what he was meant to be.