Uploaded April 2022 | Updated September 2026, 1 minute ago

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Hiroshi was a diligent kid. He would ace every test, no matter how hard. Even if he was tired, he’d do it. And whenever he’d ace it, he’d applaud himself.

Why was that, you ask?

Well, Hiroshi wasn’t always like that.

Hiroshi was once like you or me. A completely normal student with completely normal interests and attributes. His usually blended in with the crowd, despite his unique hair color.

He wasn’t shy, he was just…overly ambitious. He wanted to be the greatest he could ever be. He wanted so badly to be adored, talked about, wanted. So he studied every test, took better care of himself and his hair, even helping with after school activities, but no matter how fun they were, no matter what he did, no one even whispered his name.

He was desperate. He wanted someone, just one person to look his way and smile at him. To see he was special. Important, even.

He didn’t know why, but one day, Hiroshi felt the urge to go to the library. He found himself picking out a book on the world’s greatest myths, without knowing how he got there. He was mid-pull, and, while confused, took it out.

When reading it, his eyes fell on a curious figure.

A man with the same colored hair was on the second page, holding a strange staff. Legend said this man had saved the world when it was at its breaking point, all at the cost of his own life.

This piqued his interest, so he borrowed the book and went to ask his parents. He asked his parents for a DNA Test, and, while confused, they accepted.

This is how he learned that the legend was not only real, but he was the most recent descendant of a hero!

He couldn’t believe it. It all seemed like a dream at first. But he kept digging, finding out how the bloodline was able to thrive for so long. He really WAS special.

What was once his intuition became the factor of his entire life.

In his excitement, he made a presentation to show his class. This caused the whole school to hear about it, and curious, they asked him several questions whenever they saw him.

He had gotten his wish: He was special.

But deep down, he didn’t feel like he deserved it.

He was a random kid from the middle of god knows where, who had a connection to a famous legend as a descendant. He didn’t do anything special to earn it. He was born into a bloodline who lost its magic.

He attempted to keep his status, however, because everyone expected him to be as perfect as his ancestors. The illusion of fame had left him dissatisfied.

He didn’t want to talk about his ancestry anymore. He just wanted someone to be his friend. He wanted to be loved as himself, not the person everyone wanted.

He would get that wish.

But that’s for a different tale, isn’t it?