In a bustling urban area, Maxwell Carter or "Max" for short is an unassuming teenager who dreams of a life filled with adventure, but is stuck in the monotony of a normal existence. He attends an ordinary high school, living amongst the trivialities...
Bakugou grumbled, the sound surprisingly subdued in the vast silence of space.
Bakugou:Are we there yet, String Bean?
Max flinched slightly at the nickname but didn't respond. He knew engaging Bakugo rarely ended well.
Lucy:According to these readings, the core of the nebula, where the Headmaster believes the highest energy concentration exists, should be directly ahead.
Lucy reported, tapping the projection.
Lucy:It's incredibly dense... navigating it will be tricky.
Yang:Tricky isn't the problem.
Yang said, cracking her knuckles.
Yang:Getting through whatever's guarding the Ball is. A celestial dragon, huh? Sounds like a party.
Erza turned, her gaze sweeping over the group.
Erza:Regardless of the challenge, failure is not an option. We retrieve that Dragon Ball. Too much has been lost.
Her voice, calm but firm, settled the ambient tension somewhat.
As they plunged deeper into the nebula, the light intensified, bathing the skiff's interior in vibrant, shifting hues. The energy felt palpable, prickling Max's skin, a sensation far beyond the static electricity he knew from Earth. He was just Max, an average guy from suburban America, suddenly navigating cosmic currents with beings who could level cities or call down celestial spirits. The "struggle for identity" the Headmaster had vaguely hinted at felt very real out here. What could he possibly contribute against a celestial dragon?
The skiff's alarm chirped.
Lucy:Massive energy signature detected...
Lucy announced, pointing to the projection.
Lucy:Directly ahead. That must be it.
A moment later, they broke through the densest layer of gas. Before them wasn't a physical object, but a being woven from the nebula itself. It was colossal, scaled in what looked like swirling galaxies, its eyes twin suns, its serpentine body coiled around a point of intense, golden light – the Hyper Dragon Ball. Its mere presence felt like a cosmic symphony, ancient and powerful beyond measure.
The dragon's voice wasn't heard, but felt – a resonant vibration within their very bones.
Dragon:Who trespasses in the Cradle of Stars? Who seeks the power that shapes destinies?
Erza stepped forward, her posture respectful but unwavering.
Erza:We are students of Nexus Academy. We seek the Hyper Dragon Ball, not for conquest or selfish gain, but to mend what has been broken and restore those we have lost.
The dragon's sun-eyes focused on them.
Dragon:Many have sought the Orbs. Many have claimed noble intentions. Few have proven worthy.
It uncoiled slightly, its immense form shifting the cosmic currents around it.
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