As the sun rose over the city's futuristic silhouette, it illuminated the organized clutter of Fast's room. On the desk in the corner, a volume of the Demon Slayer manga lay open, its pages gently fluttering in the light morning breeze coming through the window.
In the middle of the room, Fast was pushing his body upward rhythmically, balanced on only one hand. His other hand was tucked behind his back. His face was slightly flushed, his breathing steady. "98... 99... and... one hundred!" he exhaled, completing his final rep before lowering himself in a controlled manner to the floor. Lying on his back and staring at the ceiling, he wiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. His body looked athletic and lean thanks to months of disciplined training, yet that elusive sense of "awakening" he had been waiting for still hadn't arrived.
He sat up on the edge of his bed. The walls of his room were covered with motivational notes he had written to himself. One paper shouted "BE FASTER!" in bold letters, while another simply read "NEVER STOP." Pushing his limits had become more than a hobby; it was a way of life. Every morning, despite having no official ability, he prepared as if he might be called to battle that very day.
He stood up and ran his hand through his light brown hair as he passed the mirror. The stubborn glint in his eyes hadn't faded, even at this early hour. He finished the glass of water on his desk in one gulp and reached for his crisp, classic school uniform hanging nearby.
He paused as he reached for the doorknob to leave. His gaze shifted to the large poster hanging on the wall right next to the door. The figure on the poster stood in an iconic pose, looking toward the horizon; his face wasn't fully visible, only his famous hairstyle and the silhouette of his orange gi could be discerned. Fast smiled faintly. He raised his hand and gave the poster a "thumbs up." This was a silent pact he renewed every single morning.
"Alright then," he muttered to himself. He slung his bag over his shoulder and stepped out of the room. His steps were firm, heading toward the hallway as he wondered what the day at school had in store for him.