Yun woke up the next morning feeling like his bones were buzzing again, like there were little sparklies running through his veins. He stretched and almost punched a hole in the wall by mistake. He laughed nervously, patched the dent with a blanket, and hoped his mother wouldn't notice.

She noticed immediately.

"Yun… what did you do to the wall again?!" she shouted.

"It… slipped?" Yun replied, not exactly lying but definitely not explaining either.

He didn't wait for more scolding. He ran out the door so fast one slipper flew off somewhere into the yard.

Shen Yu was already waiting behind the shed, arms crossed, face serious in that annoying calm way he always had. "You're late," he said.

"I lost my slipper," Yun replied.

"That is not an excuse for poor discipline," Shen Yu answered, though Yun swore he saw the corner of his mouth twitch.

They moved to the small clearing near the back of the village—quiet, surrounded by bamboo and the mountain breeze. Yun felt the call in his chest again, that weird warm thumping like a hidden heartbeat.

"Today," Shen Yu said, "you learn the First Star Step. It's simple, but also very not-simple, so don't fall or scream or explode anything, understood?"

"I NEVER explode anything," Yun said proudly.

"That chicken last time would disagree."

"It fainted!! That's diffrent!"

Shen Yu sighed deeply, long enough to grow wrinkles. Then he pointed at the ground.

"Watch closely. First Star Step is not about stepping fast. It's about stepping with the light that sleeps inside the bloodline. The movement is small, but it bends space slightly, like pushing a ripple."

He lifted one foot.

The air shimmered.

Then—fwip—Shen Yu moved three meters instantly, like he'd been dragged by invisible wind. No dust, no sound, nothing.

Yun's jaw almost fell off his face. "WHOA! Do it again!! Do it again!!"

"No. Now you."

Yun gulped. He lifted his foot the way Shen Yu did. He breathed slowly. The warmth in his chest flickered, then spread.

A soft silver glow wrapped around his ankle.

"Steady…" Shen Yu murmured.

Yun stepped—

—AND EVERYTHING WENT WRONG.

The air bent too much. Instead of moving forward, Yun blasted straight upward, flipping like a dying kite.

"AAAAHHHHH—!!"

He spun three times, crashed into a bamboo stalk, bounced off another, fell onto Shen Yu, and both of them rolled downhill into a patch of turnips.

For a moment, they just lay there.

Then Shen Yu groaned, "If you ever step like that again, I will personally bury you."

Yun spat out a leaf. "I… I think I flew."

"You did NOT fly. You mis-stepped so hard you created a temporary directional distortion. That is not a compliment."

Yun, however, was already smiling like a child. "Do you think I can fly later?"

"No."

"But maybe?"

"No."

But Yun wasn't listening. His blood was glowing again, faint silver lines pulsing under his skin.

The second awakening of the morning.

Shen Yu's eyes widened. "Slow down—slow DOWN, Yun—!"

Too late.

The silver lines surged, brighter, hotter, wrapping around Yun's arms and chest. The bamboo trembled. The wind whirled around him.

Then—

BOOOOM—FWOOOSH—SHIIIING—

The entire field lit up like someone set off a giant firecracker. Turnips flew. Bamboo snapped. Shen Yu was flung backward into a pile of hay.

When the dust settled, Yun stood in the middle, hair smoking, eyebrows crooked, but somehow… smiling.

"I… think I awakened again."

"You THINK!?" Shen Yu coughed, hay sticking out of his ear. "You nearly sliced the mountain in half! That wasn't awakening—that was a cosmic tantrum!"

Yun blinked. "It felt pretty cool."

"IT WAS NOT COOL!"

But somewhere deep inside the swirling silver aura, Yun felt it again…

That call.

That soft whispering from far, far away.

Not scary. Not painful.

More like someone saying, Come home someday, little star.

Yun shivered. "Shen Yu… do you ever hear voices?"

Shen Yu froze. Too sharply. "What kind of voices?"

"Like… someone far away calling me. Not words but… feelings."

Shen Yu didn't answer at first. His face darkened. "You shouldn't hear that yet. Not this soon."

"But I do."

"That means…" Shen Yu looked toward the sky with a tense jaw. "Your bloodline is waking faster than I thought. Someone… something might be watching you already."

Yun swallowed. "Watching me? Like… good watching or bad watching?"

"Both," Shen Yu muttered. "Probably both."

Far Above – The Cosmos Trembles

Inside the star-lotus palace, the alarms flared—brilliant red beams shooting across the cosmic hall.

Emperor Lianxing's face hardened. "He awakened again. The ripple crossed seven realms this time."

Empress Yueran looked terrified. "This soon? But he's not ready. His mortal vessel—"

"It will hold." But Lianxing didn't sound confident.

Then the holographic cosmic map pulsed violently.

A huge black mark appeared on the edge of a galaxy.

Yueran gasped. "The Abyssal Devourers… they moved. They're searching."

"They felt him," Lianxing growled. "They felt our son."

The emperor slammed his hand on the cosmic console—cracks of golden lightning spidering across the image.

"Prepare the Stellar Guard. If they find him before he fully awakens… everything we fought for will fall."

Back on the Mortal World

Yun rubbed his glowing hands. "Shen Yu… I wanna get stronger. Faster. I don't wanna hide anymore."

Shen Yu stared at him long and hard. "Then… we begin real training."

"But wasn't that what we were doing?!"

"No. That was baby training. You almost destroyed a turnip field doing baby training."

"…oh."

Shen Yu sighed deeply. "Fine. Lesson one: stop stepping like a drunken crane."

"I wasn't drunk!"

"You looked drunk."

Yun puffed his cheeks like an angry squirrel.

But inside him… the warmth grew.

His power was growing. His bloodline waking.

And the cosmos was starting to shake.

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