Lunch. The only time Gray truly felt alive.
He carried his tray carefully, balancing curry rice, miso soup, and a precious fried chicken cutlet. His eyes sparkled at the sight."Finally… a perfect lunch… Today is my day!"
But destiny had other plans.
Gray's foot caught on absolutely nothing. He stumbled forward.
"Whoa—!"
The tray flew from his hands. Food arced through the air like a cinematic slow-motion scene. The miso soup splashed. The curry spiraled. The chicken cutlet twirled majestically.
Then—SPLAT!
Everything landed on Razor, the school's most feared bully. Curry dripped down his spiky hair. The chicken cutlet stuck to his cheek like a badge of humiliation.
The cafeteria froze.
"…He's dead," someone whispered.
Razor stood slowly, curry dripping from his chin. His gang rose with him, eyes burning with rage.
"You," Razor growled, pointing at Gray. "You're dead."
Gray raised both hands. "Wait! It wasn't me—it was gravity! Blame Newton, not me!"
But Razor lunged.
Panicking, Gray backpedaled—his heel slipped on spilled rice. His body lurched forward like a ragdoll—
CRACK!
Gray's forehead smashed into Razor's chin. Razor's eyes rolled back as he collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
Silence.
Dozens of students stared in shock.
"…Did Gray just one-shot Razor?" someone gasped."No way… Razor's the strongest in our year…""He must've planned it. A hidden genius…"
Gray, still dazed, rubbed his forehead."…I think I broke my brain. I surrender?"
But it was too late. The legend of Gray Aster had begun.