"Life is a sum of all your choices.

So What are  you  doing today"

Satori Konekawa, age 21, was a third-year culinary student with a simple dream:

To open a small restaurant with his mother.

But dreams are fragile—especially when reality cuts deeper than a kitchen knife.

“You're fired, Tanaka-san! I can’t have someone clumsy like you breaking plates every day!”

“I’m sorry… just give me one more chance...”

But there were no second chances in this kitchen.

After dropping out of university, Satori thought culinary school would be a fresh start.
It wasn’t.

His grades were average.
His knife skills lagged behind his classmates.
And just last month, after another burnout spiral, he was diagnosed with anxiety disorder and adult-onset Asperger’s syndrome.

That hit harder than anything else.

"I’ve always been alone. All through school, I never built any close friendships. I told myself I was fine. That I could do everything by myself.” 

The reaason is simple I don't want to stand to unnecesarry conflict Because how I different from  most people I am a black sheep in this sociaty. No one accept me so why I need to accept them this is how I live my life untile now. I can do anything by myself I am all enough.

But this world is not work  this way this world build on fundamental of sociaty human as social creature take part in different of their speciaty. exchange good that share both benefit. This is how human social hierachy  work and I am in the bottle of this pyramid.

But the truth came crashing down.

"I can’t do it alone. Life is short. Fragile. Maybe if I could find something I was good at… something that gave my life meaning…”

He had switched from multimedia studies to culinary school. It felt like a chance. A lifeline.
He threw himself into it, trying to make friends, build connections, prove he could do more than just survive.

But people only cared about themselves.
At least, that’s how it felt.
Everyone moved ahead while he was left behind.

“My sister got into a top university. Got a good job. Everyone supports her.”
“And me? I just  a incompetend son of my family .I don't have anything special sp I wanted something that would pay the bills. 

I chose cooking. I thought it’d be enough.”

But it wasn’t.
Not yet.

“How do I even know I’m different?”

“Because I’ve always felt it. Like a scar in my chest I was born with  born different.”

That day felt heavier than usual. Gray clouds hung low above the city.
The same shade as the fog behind his eyes.

“I should head home. Looks like it’s going to rain.”

The late-night train station was unusually quiet. Still. Peaceful, almost.
He walked along the pedestrian path near the edge of the platform—and that’s when he saw her.

An old woman, lying on a bench.

Alone.

“Ma’am? Are you alright?” he asked, stepping closer.

Her eyes flicked open.
Calm. Sharp. Knowing.

“…Thank you. I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Huh?”

“Do you need help? Should I call an ambulance?”

She shook her head gently.
“No. I just needed a long nap. But you… You want power, don’t you? I can make that dream come true.”

“What… what are you talking about?”

The world froze.

Literally.

The lights stopped flickering. The trains halted. Time itself stopped moving—except for her.

She leaned in, her voice oddly comforting.

“I hear your heart, Satori. And when the time comes, your deepest wish will come true.”

He backed away.

“I don’t understand any of this.”

“You will.”

And just like that—she vanished.

The world resumed.
The train pulled in. The lights buzzed again.
As if nothing had happened.

“What the hell was that?”

He didn’t wait for an answer.
He caught the last train home.

The Next Morning

His back felt heavy.

My skin tingled—like every nerve had been rewired. My chest felt too tight. My hips hurt like they’d been pulled into place while I slept.”

His voice… soft. Higher-pitched.

“Why… does my voice sound like a girl?”

He stumbled to the mirror.

And froze.

A stranger stared back.

Silver hair fell past delicate shoulders.
Porcelain skin. Soft lips. Golden irises that shimmered like candlelight.

“This… this isn’t me.”

The girl in the mirror raised a hand.
So did he.
The reflection copied his every move.

He opened his mouth—her voice came out.

“What… what is this?”

He turned away. His breath caught in his throat.

“I don’t want this. I don’t want this!”

He pinched his cheek.

“Ow.”

Real.

“MOM!!”

His mother burst into the room, half-panicked.

“Who—who are you!?” she gasped. “What are you doing in my son’s room!?”

“It’s me! Satori! I was born January 17th, 2004! I love fried chicken! You’re my mom—Saori Konekawa, born February 16th, 1964!”

She froze.

Then her eyes widened.

“…You’re my son.”

“What the hell happened to you!?”

A beat passed.
Then she smiled.

“…You’re so cute! I always wanted a daughter.”

“MOM, not the time!”

She came back with clothes.

“These should fit you for now, sweetie.”

A blouse. A skirt.

He tried. But the fabric clung to him weirdly. The waistband felt too high. Nothing sat right.

“How the hell do I even wear a bra…?”

Mom : Let me teach you how to wear  properly

He sat on the floor, face hidden in his hands.

At the hospital, the doctor shook his head.

“Unknown Disease X. Somehow your biological sex has changed. Your DNA has shifted—XY to XX. Like certain species that change gender in extreme conditions. But… you’re still you.”

The results didn’t lie.

Even his mother’s blood confirmed it.

Now he needed a new ID card .
A new life. sorth of 
And there was no way he could return to his trainee job—not like this.

People stared at him like he was some kind of freak show.

“It wasn’t just that I looked different. I felt… disconnected. Like this body had memories I didn’t recognize.”

While shopping for new clothes with his mom, he saw her.
The old woman.

“Mom! That’s her—the woman from the station!”

He ran after her.

“Hey! What did you do to me!? Change me back!”

She turned slowly. Calm. As if expecting this.

“I’m sorry. But I had no choice. You’re the last witch.”

“…The what?”

“Magic is real, Satori. And now that you’ve awakened, they’ll come for you—the magic police. If you want to live, you must hide.”

And again—she vanished into thin air.

A man in a black suit approached them.

“I’m sorry, miss. We need to ask you some questions.”

“Questions? For what!?”

“Possession of illegal substances. This was found in your pocket.”

“That’s not mine!”

Officer Didn’t matter.

He was arrested.

Strapped to a chair in a cold underground room, he could only watch as a needle pierced his arm.

“We’ll test her for magic.”

Her?

“Witches leave traces of miasa in their cells. The blood doesn’t lie.”

A screen blinked red.

“She’s one of them.”

“What are you going to do to me!?”

“We’ll find out how to kill witches more efficiently.”

Then—agony.

Thousand of needle inject in his body suck his blood out. his face change pale fron loss to much blood more blood sample more experiment we conducy

A machine buzzed. Electricity surged through his spine. His body jerked.

A voice entered his mind.

“If you want to survive... say the spell.”

“I… I am a matchstick lighting the dark… a black sheep no one cares for… ignite the light, soul-seeker...”

He didn’t even know why he said it.

He just wanted it to stop.

A blinding light erupted from his chest.
The walls shattered.
The world disappeared.

“I’m sorry, Mom… I just wanted to see your smile… one more time I still remember the smell of her coconut soup . She said the secret was always to stir counterclockwise untile it oily .”” 

In the darkness, a voice called to him.

“Hey. Are you alright?”

“Please… help me…”

And everything went black.