"Stop, stop! Ahhh, it hurts! Please, stop! I didn't do anything wrong!"
The desperate scream echoed through a narrow alley behind the school. A boy with black hair and dark eyes, no older than eleven, lay on the ground, curled up as he received merciless kicks and punches.
Around him stood three boys of the same age.The tallest one, with red hair, blue eyes, and an arrogant posture, was clearly from a noble family. The other two, less remarkable, simply followed the leader like obedient dogs.
The red-haired boy leaned down, narrowed his eyes with disdain, and spat toward the boy on the ground.
" Tsk… your mistake was being born."
Yuta didn't reply. He only curled up further as the blows continued.
Later, we find the boy walking alone on the sidewalk of a modern and busy city.Tall buildings, loud cars, rushed crowds.
For someone so small, fragile, and still bruised, anyone would feel afraid.But Yuta walked as if he were already used to being ignored by the world.
At the crosswalk, he stretched out his thin arm, pressed the button, and waited for the light to turn green.While waiting, he lifted his face toward the gray sky, consumed by his own thoughts.
My name is Yuta Uzurugi. I am eleven years old.
And if you're wondering why those boys beat me up…Well, I'll explain.
Where should I start?
This world is similar to yours in many things:pollution, cars, huge buildings, cell phones, fast transport…
But it also has something your world does not:
a huge castle right in the center of the city.
Yes, a castle : tone, walls, banners.
This exists because, despite living in a modern world, we are still ruled by royalty and nobility.And the reason is simple:
magical powers.
When a person is born, they receive a unique ability, one that only they have.These powers vary a lot: some are extraordinary, others… ridiculously weak.
But what defines your life is not the type of power.
It is the capacity to use that power:its intensity, control, and the strength it can reach.
Let me give you an example.
Let's say you have the ability to create fire.
If you can only form a tiny flame, unable to start a campfire…Congratulations, you belong to the lower class.People of this class live hard lives: domestic workers, farmers, laborers.They live tired. They are always despised.
Now, if you can create a medium fireball, enough to light three campfires or burn a tree…You belong to the normal class.Most people are here.Merchants, workers, business owners — ordinary people who live stable lives.
However…
If you can create a fireball strong enough to burn an entire house…You belong to the superior class.
And here lies the problem.
The superiors rule the world.They make the laws.They control resources.They live as if they were the only ones who matter.
And since the strongest powers pass from generation to generation, the same families have stayed on top for centuries.Almost no one rises in class.And even if they do… they will never be equal to those born superior.
Training helps, yes.
But it is cruel:
• Inferiors evolve slowly, sometimes decades for just one advancement.• Normals evolve at a reasonable pace.• Superiors… grow so fast it feels unfair.
And that is why, even with all modern technology, the world remains stuck in a medieval structure.
Because strength rules.Because power defines worth.Because those born on top do everything to stay there.
These are the three major classes.
But there is another.
A class so rare that one person is born with it every five hundred million.
A class so insignificant…so weak…so useless…
that many believe it shouldn't even be counted as a class.
The Scarcity class.
People whose power is so weak it seems nonexistent.Some never awaken anything.No one cares about them.Some are not even considered citizens.
And this is where I come in.
I, Yuta Uzurugi…am a Scarcity.
And that… changes everything.