## Chapter 1: The Struggle for Supremacy

Kaito stormed through the school gates, his eyes fixed on the ground, his mind consumed by the argument he had with Akira earlier that day. Their rivalry was nothing new; for as long as they could remember, they had been vying for the top spot in their class. Kaito's obsession with being the best was ingrained in him, fueled by his parents' constant reminders that he was destined for greatness. As he walked, he couldn't help but think about how Akira was always there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for him to slip up. Their fights were a regular occurrence, with neither of them willing to back down. Kaito's anger simmered just below the surface, ready to erupt at a moment's notice. When he arrived home, he was greeted by the familiar sight of his parents watching TV in the living room. His father, a burly man with a thick beard, was yelling at the screen, while his mother sat beside him, her eyes fixed on her phone. The air was thick with the smell of stale air and yesterday's cooking. "Hey, kiddo," his father grunted, not looking up. "How was your day?" Kaito shrugged, dropping his backpack onto the floor. "It was fine. Akira's just a pain in the neck, as usual." His mother looked up, her expression disapproving. "You need to focus on your studies, Kaito. You can't let Akira get the best of you." Kaito rolled his eyes. "I know, mom. I'm trying." His father snorted. "Trying isn't good enough. You need to be the best. You're not going to let some...some... minority get ahead of you, are you?" Kaito's eyes narrowed, his mind latching onto the familiar racist undertones in his father's voice. He had grown up with these views, had been taught to believe that people of color were somehow inferior. It was a mindset that was ingrained in him, one that he had never really questioned. As he went to bed that night, Kaito's mind was still racing with thoughts of Akira and their rivalry. He drifted off to sleep, his anger and frustration simmering just below the surface. The next morning, Kaito woke up to an unfamiliar sensation. He looked down to see that his body had changed overnight. He was no longer a boy; he was now a half-black gyaru woman. His eyes widened in shock as he took in his new appearance. His skin was darker, his features softer. He was pierced and tattooed, his hair styled in a way that was completely foreign to him. Kaito's mind reeled as he stumbled out of bed, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar room. Everything looked different, from the clothes in his closet to the furniture in his bedroom. He felt like he was living in someone else's skin, and he had no idea how to navigate this new reality. As he stumbled through the house, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. The person staring back at him was unrecognizable. Kaito's mind was filled with questions, but he had no idea where to start looking for answers.