They failed. Spectacularly. Lugh's "Kamehameha" blew up a greenhouse. Hiro's "Bankai" drained him unconscious for three days. The faculty called them fools.

He didn't cast a spell. He sat down cross-legged and talked . About Naruto 's loneliness. About Mushoku Tensei 's redemption. About the beauty of trying again, even when you've failed a hundred times.

That night, a truck's headlights through his grimy window. A screech. Then—nothing. He woke to the smell of woodsmoke and lavender.