Early morning. A calm, peaceful day. Stores opening, old uncles stretching, dogs walking their humans, and shiny people jogging around the riverside pretending their life is together.
The narrator clears his throat.
"This story is NOT a slice of life. I repeat, NOT a slice of life. Don't let the peaceful intro fool you. Our genre is chaos, and we will stick to it, you dumb writer."
The camera immediately abandons the quiet riverside and zooms far across town—straight into a place that should NOT exist in a normal city. A massive, traditional Japanese mansion stands proudly in the middle of a highly advanced, neon-soaked technological neighborhood.
Because why not.
Inside that mansion, an alarm shatters the silence.
A giant red hand smashes the floor. The owner of the hand—a giant red creature wearing a traditional robe and holding a hammer the size of a motorcycle—storms angrily through the hallway. He charges toward the central bedroom where our main character, Suzuki, is peacefully sleeping like a man who doesn't pay rent.
The red-hand giant stops dramatically at his bedside and begins his monologue.
"I am the tribal chief of the Red-Hand Giants. Last week was my daughter's birthday. So I took her to an amusement park and bought her the limited-time Honey Apple Chocolate Chocolate Syrup Ice Cream. Double scoop."
He raises two thick red fingers for emphasis.
"But then—THIS KID—"
He slams the wall. Dust rains from the ceiling.
"—this human kid PUSHED her! The ice cream fell! She cried for a week! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT COST ME?! Ten thousand yen! My wife left me after calling me a loser! And now I have been sent here to DESTROY YOU and your entire family! Because my daughter said you ruined her life!!"
A beat of silence.
Suzuki continues sleeping.
The red-hand giant breathes heavily. "So wake up and prepare yourself! I shall crush—"
Suzuki immediately sits up, grabs his phone, and points it at the giant.
"What," he says quietly.
The giant pauses. "Ah—uh—yes. As I was saying…"
He clears his throat.
"About the ice cream. The flavor is banned in seven countries and made of rare disease-curing ingredients. And it only costs 300 per scoop on a good market day. AND—"
He leans closer.
"About your wife and child—my sources say your wife has been cheating on you with a Blue-Hand Giant. And that he paid money to elders to remove you from the house."
Suzuki blinks.
The giant continues, tears forming.
"…And I can see now you are color-blind! Because your so-called daughter's hands are actually purple. So that isn't your daughter either."
Suzuki stares at him.
The red-hand giant collapses emotionally. "My life… My whole life is a lie…"
But before the giant can fully spiral, another voice interrupts.
"Wait a minute."
The narrator sighs loudly.
"We are in the WRONG HOUSE. This isn't Suzuki. This is his cousin TomWonder . Suzuki's mansion is next door. Move, you idiots."
Tom raises a finger. "Actually, this is—"
"No one cares," the narrator snaps.
The red-hand giant and Tom share the same exhausted expression.
....
Cut to the real Suzuki, in his ACTUAL bedroom.
He is still asleep.
The universe decides to respect that for exactly three seconds.
Suzuki turns in his sleep.
He falls off the bed.
Thud.
He continues sleeping on the floor as if nothing happened.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, marks the start of the most chaotic first day in the history of quiet, overpowered high school boys who want nothing but a normal life.
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Meanwhile
Red-Hand Giant sits in Tom Wonder's living room, still crying into a towel the size of a futon. Tom sighs like a disappointed sensei.
Tom Wonder: "Your tribe kicked you out, your wife cheated, your daughter called you a loser… yeah, your whole life is basically DLC tragedy."
The giant sniffles.
Tom Wonder: "But if you join my family, I can train you. You'll get stronger, get revenge on that Blue-Hand giant, and maybe win back your chief title."
Red-Hand Giant freezes, eyes shining like a shonen protagonist.
Red-Hand Giant: "Y-You'd help me?!"
Tom Wonder: "Sure. Just help us with chores and waking Suzuki up."
The giant bows.
Red-Hand Giant: "I accept!"
Narrator: "And this… somehow becomes a plotline."