Back on Planet Chante…
Eighteen days after the catastrophe.
The great migration began.
Hundreds of nano-ships filled the sky like a swarm of silver birds. Each clan departed toward its own newly claimed world, naming their planets after the legacy of their bloodlines.
The era of one shared homeland had ended.
This was a new age.
An age of separate territories.
An age of preparation.
Because what had happened with Vibe proved one terrifying truth—
the universe was no longer safe.
Eight years passed.
Time moved on.
Civilizations rebuilt.
And the next generation rose.
The prestigious Hysterical Academy reopened its gates, now attended by students from every clan world.
The academy uniforms were strict:
Black inner jacket with a military-style cap
Blue dress shirt beneath
Black trousers
Black spike boots
Across the chest of every student's jacket were the silver words:
"School Prince Unit."
Two brothers sprinted through the academy courtyard, clearly late.
"Come on!" the younger one shouted.
"Relax!" the older replied, adjusting his black spiked hair under his cap.
The bell rang loudly across the academy.
Students rushed through wide futuristic corridors while intelligent plant-life from the Clante biosphere lined the school gardens—evolved organisms now capable of observation and interaction with students.
Some plants glowed softly.
Others watched silently.
They were part of the academy now.
"Those plants are going to be inducted into the higher Hysterical Academy program," the spiky-haired brother said while running.
"Yeah, yeah—just hurry!" his brother answered.
They disappeared down the hall.
A new generation had arrived.
But the shadow of the past had not disappeared.
Meanwhile…
On the academy sports field.
Several familiar faces gathered.
Former classmates.
Former rivals.
Former friends.
"Hey Nagant!" Jamming shouted excitedly. "Want to play ball with us?"
Nagant didn't even look up.
"Tsk… I'll pass."
"What?" Villar frowned. "How can you still act like this after all these years?"
He sighed and turned away.
"Forget it. Let's go, guys. This one's hopeless."
Kamaro laughed, spinning a ball on his finger.
"Yeah, let's go crush some shots. Some people can't even play anyway."
Nagant's eyes suddenly lifted.
Fire sparked within them.
"Fine," he said slowly. "I'll go."
He stood up and walked toward the field, the flames in his gaze growing brighter.
"I'll show you who can't play."
The boys exchanged surprised looks.
Moments later they stood on the field in sports uniforms:
Black shoes
Long black socks
Navy-blue shorts
Sleeveless black training top
Nagant stepped onto the grass.
The wind brushed across the field.
He placed the ball beneath his right foot, pressing it firmly against the ground.
Then he looked up at them with a confident smirk.
"Alright," he said.
"Let's play, boys."