Haruka was called by his uncle to school to check if electricity was off and whether school property was okay.
As alone in the school grounds. The academy was empty and closed, and all his women stayed home to rest.
Their bodies were tired—the days before had been long and hard, and their hips and legs ached from too much, too intense. But Haruka felt restless. He wanted to train more. To push his body farther.
The night air was cool and quiet beneath the stars. Haruka wore his usual training clothes, light and tight, made for movement. First, he ran laps around the school field, strong and steady.
Then push-ups, sit-ups, and stretches followed. Sweat glistened on his skin, and his muscles burned in a good way.
His breath was steady as he moved through the exercises, pushing limits, testing endurance.
The school was still, empty, peaceful. He liked the quiet—it helped him focus. The memories of recent days with his women faded a little in this solitude.
Suddenly, the ground under his feet shook. At first, it was a small tremble. Then stronger, faster. Haruka's eyes widened. He stopped moving. Something was happening.
A loud crack split the earth behind him. He turned just in time to see a giant black pole rising out of the ground. The pole was thick and tall beyond measuring. Strange, swirling symbols glowed faintly across its surface. The light it gave off was not warm—it was cold, dark, and heavy.
Haruka stepped back, feeling the change in the air. The world felt tighter. Strange energy spread from the pole, rolling over the school grounds and far beyond. For a moment, it was like the sky darkened.
Then, at the base of the pole, a deep pit opened. From that darkness, a black hole formed. The air around it felt heavy, thick, as if the very earth was pulling down, harder and harder.
Haruka struggled to move. The gravity grew stronger with each second. His strong body, trained and prepared for tough fights, suddenly felt weak and heavy. His legs buckled. The ground rolled beneath him.
He gasped but could not catch his breath. His vision grew dark. The powerful gravity crushed him. Then… everything went black.
Far away, in a different universe—one far more complex, filled with unimaginable powers—two friends fought for their lives. Doraemon, the blue robotic cat, and Nobita, his loyal human companion, faced a group of enemies.
The enemies came from the future. They wanted to steal Golden Hercules—the Beetle Spirit, a powerful ancient force.
Doraemon searched his magic 4D pocket, the special pocket from which he always pulled gadgets and tools to help.
But in the battle's chaos, the pocket suddenly vanished from his grasp.
"Where is it? No! Nobita, help!" Doraemon shouted.
In a flash, the pocket disappeared into a black hole in space. It carried with it the power of the Golden Hercules and all its mystery.
Back on Earth, Haruka lay unconscious near the edge of the black hole pit. Minutes passed.
Slowly, his eyes fluttered open. He did not feel the same.
He tried to sit but stopped. His body felt strange, larger, heavier. He looked at his hands. His fingers were thicker. His arms, his chest—they all had grown bigger, thicker, stronger.
His clothes stretched tight, seams pulled to the limit. His breath was heavier, deeper.
Haruka frowned and touched the back of his pants. Something moved underneath—something new.
His hand went to his lower back, and his fingers touched a long, scaly tail.
A chill ran down his spine. The tail flicked gently, alive.
He remembered stories of ancient ancestors—warriors with powers to grow strong and change their bodies. These were the Saiyan bloodlines—famous warriors who had tails like this.
Haruka felt a rush of power deep inside, even as new confusion filled his mind.
He looked up again at the giant black pole, still tall and dark in the night sky, the strange glowing patterns shining softly.
Then he turned to the black pit. At the bottom, something bright caught his eye.
A white pocket lay there—it looked soft, with a strange shape. In a moment, Haruka understood he had to take it.
Without hesitation, he reached down and took the pocket. As soon as his fingers closed on it, all traces of the black hole disappeared—the pit sealed easily like it had never existed.
Haruka stood up, clutching the mysterious pocket tightly. He did not know what it was. He did not understand where it came from. But somehow, it felt important—like a key to something much bigger.
Without looking back, he left the school grounds silently.
His house was quiet when he arrived. The women were still resting, unaware of the strange events at the school.
Haruka sat alone in his room, staring at the pocket.
He wondered what powers it held. Why did it arrive with the black hole?