Seventeen years had passed since Kaito was reincarnated into this world. Now known as Kaito Aizawa, he had spent every year following the System's guidance, training relentlessly to grow stronger.
He had mastered the basics: physical conditioning, combat techniques, and mana control. Yet, to truly rise above, he knew he needed more—he had to defeat monsters, explore dungeons, and, yes, gain the attention of women in this female-dominated world.
Compared to ordinary men, Kaito was already far stronger. But now that he had reached seventeen, it was time to take the next step: join a guild and formally announce himself as a rare awakened male.
After all, male awakeners were extremely rare, and most were weaker than the average female awakener. Standing out wasn't just a choice—it was survival.
"98… 99… 100!"
Kaito finished his daily training with a final push, sweat dripping down his face.
[Congratulations: 100 Push-UpsCompleted]
[Congratulations: 100 Sit-Ups Completed]
[Congratulations: 100 Squats Completed]
He exhaled and wiped his brow, feeling the familiar burn in his muscles and the steady hum of mana coursing through his veins.
He Walked towards bathroom flexing his muscles in mirror.
At seventeen years old, he stood roughly 180 cm (5'11") tall, with a lean yet well-proportioned athletic build. His shoulders were naturally broad, and his body had the balanced strength of someone active rather than overly muscular. Every movement he made felt smooth and controlled, giving him an effortless confidence.
His face was strikingly handsome, defined by a sharp jawline, straight nose, and slightly high cheekbones that gave him a mature look for his age. His skin was smooth and clear, carrying the healthy complexion of youth.
His eyes were a vivid blue, bright and clear like sunlight reflecting on water. They were sharp and observant, often holding a calm, thoughtful expression that made it seem like he was quietly analyzing everything around him.
His dark hair fell in soft, slightly messy strands across his forehead, naturally framing his face without much effort. It gave him a relaxed appearance, as if he had just run his hand through it.
He turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over him.
Huh… just 10 km left. I'll finish it on my way to school.
Kaito was a second-year high school student—the age when most humans began to awaken. The majority were women; males were extremely rare. And among the few males who did awaken and joined a guild, they were often treated as nothing more than… breeding tools.
He finished bathing and stepped out of the shower.
After drying off, he started putting on his uniform.
"System… show me my stats."
Instantly, a holographic display lit up before his eyes, numbers and abilities glowing brightly in the air.
***
Name : Kaito Aizawa
Age : 17
Race : Human
Level: 3
•Affinity: Mana Control
•Aspect: Adaptive Combatant – Excels at physical and magical combat;
•Role : Locked (Unlocks at level 5)
•Skills:
Mana Breathing: Controlled flow, boosts speed and attack efficiency; can sustain high-output combat longer than average awakeners
•Mana meter : 60 – Internal energy pool require to power skills and attributes
•Physical stats :
Strength : C
Agility : D
Endurance : B
Stamina : B
Items in storage: Healing Herbs ×10 – Just enough to patch up cuts and bruises. Should last me a while.
***
"Hah… only one skill so far Mana Breathing. Just keep the mana flowing, stay quick, keep my attacks sharp… and don't get tired too fast. That's all I need for now"
Kaito slipped into his school uniform—a sleek, sharp-cut blazer, dark pants, and a crisp shirt. The uniform was already stylish on its own, but on him… it looked made for him. Every line, every fold, every detail matched his lean, athletic frame perfectly.
Even casual clothes didn't need to try—jeans, a hoodie, anything—he carried it like it was designed to show him off.
He ran a hand through his black hair, blue eyes catching the light. A smirk tugged at his lips.
"Hah… even a uniform can't hide the best part."
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Kaito walked downstairs for breakfast, the smell of freshly cooked food filling the air. At the table sat his mother, Reina Aizawa. Though she was 39 years old, she carried herself with the grace and poise of someone in her mid-twenties.
Her long, dark hair framed a strikingly beautiful face—sharp, elegant features softened by warmth and kindness. Her presence was commanding yet comforting, and even in a casual morning setting, she looked effortlessly stylish.
Reina's figure was full and shapely, giving her a mature, womanly charm that naturally drew the eye, but it was her confidence and composure that made her truly captivating. She smiled at Kaito as he sat down, radiating both authority and motherly care.
"Good morning, Kaito," she said, her voice calm but warm. "Did you sleep well?"
Kaito nodded, secretly impressed once again by how effortlessly his mother seemed to balance elegance, beauty, and strength.
Beside him sat his older sister, Akari Aizawa, 20 years old and a skilled awakened member of a guild. She carried herself with calm confidence and poise, her presence sharp yet approachable.
Her dark hair fell neatly past her shoulders, framing a striking face with piercing eyes that seemed to assess everything around her. Lean and athletic, her figure reflected years of disciplined training, a perfect balance of strength and grace. Even in casual morning clothes, it was clear she was someone not to underestimate.
Akari glanced at Kaito and smiled softly, a teasing sparkle in her eyes. "You're late again," she said, Akari adored and love her dear brother more than anything.
Kaito slid into his seat, glancing at both of them. The warmth of his family, combined with their effortless presence, made even a simple breakfast feel like a rare moment of peace before the day's challenges.
Kaito had never met his father. He had passed away from cancer before Kaito was even born, leaving behind only memories in photos and stories from his mother and Akari. Akari, being three years older, remembered him vividly and often shared small anecdotes about his calm strength and gentle guidance.
Kaito sometimes glanced at his father's picture on the shelf, feeling a quiet connection to the man he never knew.
As Kaito sat down at the table, Reina reached for the remote and turned on the TV, letting the usual morning news play in the background while they ate.
The screen lit up with the daily broadcast. Like most channels in this world, both the anchor and field reporter were women, speaking with calm professionalism.
"…in a shocking incident overnight, authorities report a man was found dead following a confirmed sexual assault. Police have arrested the gang responsible, and the case is now under investigation." the anchor said.
The screen shifted to images of the suspects standing beside Women police officers. They were women estimated to be between their early and mid-twenties, roughly 23 to 26 years old. As is standard with ongoing investigations, their eyes were covered with black bars and parts of their faces blurred to protect their identities during the legal process.
"The group is currently in custody while the investigation continues," the reporter added.
The footage lingered briefly on the blurred images before cutting back to the studio.
Kaito's spoon paused halfway to his mouth, his brows slightly knitting together as he listened.
Before the report could continue, Reina calmly picked up the remote again and turned the TV off.
"That's enough of that for the morning," she said gently. "No need to ruin breakfast with grim news."
Kaito felt a strange heaviness as he listened to news like this. Ever since coming to this world, reports like these would appear from time to time, and each one left him with the same uneasy feeling.
In his original world, it was usually women who were victims of such crimes. Here, the situation seemed reversed. The difference unsettled him, but one thing about him had never changed—he felt sympathy for the victim regardless of whether it was a man or a woman.
He wasn't like the people he remembered from his old world who would joke or say things like, "It should've been me, not him. That's not fair."
To Kaito, there was nothing funny or enviable about something like that. A crime was still a crime, and someone had still lost their life.
He quietly pushed the thought aside, finishing his breakfast, but the news lingered in the back of his mind longer than he expected.