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Days were slowly, painstakingly, getting better…
After the near world-ending war that originated in Japan, the country was left in ruin. Yet, with the combined efforts of many, cities rose from the ashes, buildings and structures rebuilt from the ground up.
Six years of relentless construction had passed. And as fast as those battles had created mountains of rubble, the nation had picked itself up, with dust shaken off, just as swiftly.
Everything seemed not just decent, but even greater than before! It was almost as if a heavy weight had been lifted from countless hearts simultaneously, from Sapporo to Fukuoka and even in supporting countries. The air felt cleaner, and with it, people's perspectives had shifted. Many had changed their views towards certain groups, becoming more mindful of their actions towards one-another.
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Japan had become a tightly controlled country, highly restricted in areas, such as: Working and living conditions, social respect and above all, safety. These priorities were never meant to harm anyone, but simply to streamline life.
Even so, that wasn't always the case, given the circumstances of living within a world of justifiable peace and criminally negligent acts. As a result, Heroes of all kinds had gathered to aid and support the conflicting regions. This period saw a plethora of débuts for an abundant number of more modern Heroes. Class students from various schools across Japan, many of whom had been shown during the conflict, hadn't been able to participate in proper introductions.
At the time, it seemed of little importance, given the sheer permission to even join the fight of their lives. But for these teenagers and young adults, it would affect their heroic showings in the easier life that now existed. Though their ages varied, the numbers of combatants were stupendous. The fight for good had clearly won tenfold!
And if it wasn't for the incredible performance and surprising strength from the trainees on the field, it's hard to say whether the war would have ended as victoriously as it did.
That being said, the world was in the great hands of a rapidly growing community of Heroes. In the years since the war, more seemed to emerge, sparked by the acts of heroism witnessed then. This generation was stronger, more resilient, and utterly dedicated to their success. Yes, the world was luminous, shimmering with hope. The outlook on life, here, was undeniably bright.
And so, within the shadows, only a minimal notorious life still lurked.
This was how it was now. It felt safe. Yet, with the cover of guaranteed security so incandescent, and dark corners feeling less threatening, a slew of friendly faces there to protect were just any other in the sky of blinding lights.
Stars were meant to fall, but since these didn't, they were overlooked, flickering dimly beside the preferred favoritism of more brilliant glory.
