He let the silence speak for a moment, then continued.
"And I'm not asking you to struggle while doing it."
He tapped a command into his holo-tab, casting a projection of a towering arc-shaped structure just beside the Genesis Dome.
"This is the Genesis Dormitory Complex. Already completed. Each of you will receive a private smart suite—equipped with your helmet sync ports, health monitors, and sleep optimization tech."
The building's holographic floors zoomed in, showing streamlined personal rooms: neon-rimmed sleep pods, fold-out desks with hologram projectors, full-spectrum lighting, and a seamless interface wall synced to KIA's internal grid.
"You won't need to commute. You won't need to worry about expenses. All you need to do… is play. Train. Improve."
He looked at each of them.
"I'm offering you freedom, purpose, and a place at the foundation of something real."
He raised his voice a little, so it rang clearly to the back rows.
"In addition to that If you join my studio, you'll receive a base salary of 5,000 credits per month. On top of that—"
He glanced across the group.
"I know most of you are or above seventeen. You've likely been practicing the Federation-distributed martial techniques. Some of you may even have better skills."
Murmurs of agreement followed.
"But here in Genesis, I offer more. We don't just play. We grow. Your martial training will be elevated. Your gameplay refined. Your body, mind, and reflexes honed like never before."
Also
Kaito gestured again, and the projection shifted—this time displaying a sleek matte-black visor with blue neural sync nodes along the interior curve.
"These," he said, "are Virtual A-Grade Helmets—one for each of you."
Gasps followed. A-grade helmets weren't just expensive—they were elite-tier devices used even by some top players.
"They come with a twelve-hour neural access limit for safety. After that, your body needs recovery. But don't worry," he added with a faint smile, "I've accounted for that too."
A side panel opened in the projection to reveal rows of translucent canisters and meal cartridges.
"For all players using these helmets, we've installed nutrient infusion stations throughout the dormitories. If you take a one-hour break, consume the prescribed solution and a light meal, you'll be cleared for another session—no stress on your system, no decline in focus."
A section of the blueprint zoomed into a corridor labeled Elite Wing.
"And for the top performers among you—the ones who demonstrate consistency, growth, and leadership—you'll receive a personal cabin: isolated, soundproofed, optimized for high-end gameplay and personal strategy planning."
He gave the crowd a moment to process it.
"You won't just have the tools. You'll have the environment to match."
He raised a single finger.
"There's only one condition: Loyalty."
The people downstairs were already numb after this.
Seeing this Kaito smiled,
Then he turned slightly and raised a hand toward the side of the platform.
"Also," he said, "Now let me introduce you your Martial arts instructor."
A ripple passed through the crowd the moment Kaito introduced his aunt as their personal martial arts instructor. It wasn't loud—no gasps, no exclamations—but it was visible in the way some players straightened in their seats, in the subtle shift of widened eyes and exchanged glances. In the current era, where martial arts had surged back into mainstream relevance—tied to physical health, training under a ranked martial artist had become a luxury few could afford.
Dojos charged exorbitant fees, gyms affiliated with martial associations had waiting lists months long, and certified instructors often earned more than corporate analysts. Yet here, in Genesis, they were being offered that instruction—free. The realization hit quietly, but powerfully. For some, this was the first time access to true physical mastery was within reach.
His fourth aunt stepped forward with composed elegance. She faced the recruits without a shred of softness.
'A Rank 2' was everyone's thought,
"My name isn't important," she said, "but what you do with your time here is. If you choose to stay, I'll be overseeing your martial progression. And let me be clear—I won't be gentle."
She let that hang in the air.
"This will be a regimen—not a vacation. If you slack, I will notice. And if you whine, I will remind you why martial arts demand respect."
The room stiffened—some in fear, some in anticipation.
Kaito nodded, stepping forward again.
"If after hearing all this, you still feel uncertain—fine. It's voluntary. You can leave."
Then, with a small grin: "But before you decide that, why don't you take a look at what we've built?"
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He motioned for Meirin, who immediately stepped to his side.
"Meirin, lead the tour."
She turned crisply and began walking the central corridor. The group followed.
First stop: the Virtual Combat Hall. Polished black floors shimmered under light-absorbent panels. The walls were lined with neural-feedback pods—each one synced to reflex AI.
"Combat analysis and replication," Meirin explained. "One mistake here is saved, replayed, and corrected in real time. Here You can spar against each other or even against a smarter version of yourself."
Next: the Kinetic Dojo—a room where the floor adjusted to each user's stance weight, mimicking battlefield terrain. Energy resistance fields allowed for sword, staff, and palm techniques to be tested without harming the opponent.
Then came the Stamina Ring, where gravity could be manipulated through localized field emitters. Running one lap at full tilt here would drain even an advanced martial artist.
A few players were already gaping.
"And this," Meirin said as they entered the final room, "is KIA."
The central command core of the Genesis Dome lit up in a wave of teal light.
"Welcome, recruits," KIA's voice echoed. "I am the operational intelligence of Genesis. All training data, facility analytics, and simulation sequences run through me."
Kaito stepped in again.
"This is KIA. The most advanced live-training AI in this sector. She handles everything—from monitoring training stats to controlling our Dome's internal security."
He gestured around.
"All of this? You can use without any worries"
He turned fully now, addressing all of them again.
"So now, it's your move. You've seen the tech. Heard the terms. Felt the future."
He while taking them back towards the main hall smiled—confident but not arrogant.
"Will you walk forward with Genesis—or walk away?"
"If you want to join you can report to meirin here, if you want to leave you already know the way you came from."
This was the last straw that broke the camel's back.
The momentum was unstoppable.
As soon as the final word left Kaito's mouth, the hall erupted into motion. Chairs scraped back, the faint echo of running footsteps rang across the polished floors, and a small surge of heat pulsed through the air from the sheer energy being released. Meirin stood calmly by the side panel, her hands already activating the onboarding console as a flood of eager players formed a growing line in front of her.
Kaito remained near the platform's edge, watching the wave unfold—not with pride, but with calculation. Every single one of them had made their choice, not because of hype or fame, but because they had seen something real. They had felt the gravity of opportunity.
The console interface flared to life—names populating, dorm assignments being issued, on the upper holo-display. KIA, ever-efficient, managed the rapid influx with flawless precision. "KIA: Dormitory B2" echoed across the walls as each new recruit completed their biometric sync.
Aika and Hiroto were already helping Meirin with the intake queue, guiding players to the next orientation terminal. Kaede managed wristband distribution, syncing each with individual training permissions.