**Tokyo – Grand International Stadium, The Breaking Dawn**
The first golden rays of dawn crept over the horizon, painting the shattered arena in soft, almost holy light. Yet the floodlights still burned bright, refusing to surrender the night that had just given birth to a legend. The air was thick—thick with the metallic scent of blood, the ozone of clashing divine powers, the salt of countless tears, and something deeper: the raw, trembling love of an entire nation for one small 10-year-old boy.
Astra stood alone in the center of the ruined battlefield, his tiny frame silhouetted against the rising sun. Silver aura rose slowly around him like the breath of an awakening dragon—gentle at first, then growing stronger, brighter, more beautiful with every heartbeat. His silver eyes glowed with quiet fire. Blood still stained his cheeks and the edges of his torn clothes, but his small fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles were white. At only ten years old, he looked impossibly fragile… and impossibly unbreakable.
Every single person in the stadium was on their feet.
Tens of thousands of voices had become one unstoppable roar of love and belief. Children waved glowing phone screens and handmade signs that read "Astra! Our Prince!" and "You saved Paras City—now save yourself!" Mothers hugged their kids and cried openly. Warriors who had lost earlier stood with fists pressed over their hearts, tears streaming down battle-hardened faces. Even the maids and stadium workers had abandoned their posts, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the crowd, chanting his name until their voices cracked with emotion.
Astra clenched his fist tighter. A single silver flame flickered brighter around his knuckles. His voice—small, exhausted, but filled with the pure, stubborn heart of a child who had already lost too much—rang out across the arena.
"Come on… bring it. Don't look at my face… just fight."
A single drop of sweat rolled slowly down Lui's forehead. It hung for a moment, glistening like a falling star, then fell to the sand with a tiny, audible splash. For the first time, the Divine Judge of London looked… human. His tired blue eyes met Astra's glowing silver ones. A faint, respectful smile touched his lips—sad, almost proud.
"Sure."
The night sky slowly surrendered. Dawn was coming—golden light creeping over the horizon like a gentle promise after endless darkness.
From the stands, Yuki cupped her hands around her mouth and cheered with everything her breaking heart had left. Her voice cracked, raw with sisterly love that echoed like a prayer.
"Astra!! Do it!! Fight!!! We all are with you! Don't give up!! I'm right here—your big sister is right here!! I love you so much… please… please keep standing for me!!"
Astra dropped into his fighting position—small legs planted wide, silver flames roaring higher around his tiny body like protective wings. He rushed forward, a comet of silver fire streaking across the blood-stained sand.
Lui dodged every punch, every kick, every desperate strike with calm, divine grace.
Astra teleported in a burst of silver light, hands rising high, and unleashed a barrage of silver blasts that lit the entire arena like falling stars.
Lui raised one hand. A holy golden sword materialized in his grip. With a single elegant swing he reflected every blast, sending them harmlessly into the brightening sky where they exploded like celebratory fireworks.
Lui dashed forward and swung the sword in a wide, glowing arc.
Astra tilted his head at the last second—the blade slicing through empty air. He did a series of rapid backflips, slammed his hand on the ground, and unleashed a point-blank silver flame explosion that sent Lui flying high into the dawn sky.
Astra shot upward after him, silver flames trailing like wings, and threw a burning punch straight at Lui's chest.
Lui blocked with his sword in mid-air. The blade cracked instantly, golden light burning away as silver fire hungrily devoured it.
Lui settled his coat with one hand, then delivered a lightning-fast kick to the side of Astra's head.
Astra crashed back to the ground in a cloud of dust and sand.
Lui teleported right behind him. Golden electric orbs exploded all around Astra, crackling with divine judgment.
Lui raised two fingers, voice calm yet heavy with finality.
"Judgement Day."
Astra stiffened—his small body frozen in place, unable to move, silver aura flickering weakly like a candle in a storm.
Blu's eyes widened from the VIP box, voice tight with worry and pride.
"This attack… it's too powerful. It even freezes him completely…"
On Lui's hands, massive golden energy gathered—arrows of pure holy light forming in the air, ready to end everything.
The moment before they could fire, a massive silver flaming hand erupted from the ground, curling protectively around Astra like a mother dragon's claw shielding her child.
The golden arrows burned away the instant they touched the silver flames.
Astra pushed the flaming hand aside, cut through the smoke with a sweeping motion, and flew straight toward Lui.
He threw a punch, then a knee strike—each one carrying every memory of Yuki's hugs, every late-night movie, every promise he had made to his mother in that final dream.
Lui blocked the punch with one palm and countered instantly.
Astra dodged the return blows barely, his silver eyes glowing brighter, voice a determined whisper that only the wind heard.
"Divine Chanting."
From the ground, massive silver beams erupted—not one, not two… thousands of them. The entire stadium was bathed in blinding silver light. Everyone—even Leopard, Uraka, and the strongest fighters—had to shield their eyes. The whole arena glowed brighter and brighter, the light so pure and beautiful it felt like the birth of a new star.
Inside the beams, Lui's own divine energy began draining at terrifying speed. He couldn't block, couldn't dodge, couldn't even teleport. The attack was absorbing his power like a black hole of silver fire.
The glow slowly shifted and faded.
Astra hovered calmly in the sky, looking down at Lui, silver flames flickering around his small body like a guardian spirit.
The beams stopped.
Lui rushed out of the fading light, coat torn but eyes still calm.
Astra slid down from the sky and landed a powerful kick straight into Lui's abdomen.
Lui crashed into the arena wall, cracking it deeply.
Astra followed with a punch aimed at Lui's head.
Lui dodged at the last second and punched back.
Astra blocked with his palm and slammed Lui down into the sand.
He breathed a stream of silver fire—the ground instantly turned molten, burning with primordial heat.
Lui pushed himself backward, cracking his knuckles, voice steady but filled with quiet respect.
"Let me show you what true judgement is."
Lui's eyes began to glow with golden light.
Everybody in the stadium looked at him, tension skyrocketing.
Blu narrowed his eyes, voice low and urgent.
"What is he doing…?"
Uraka's fists clenched, aura flaring.
"I don't know… but it feels bad. Really bad."
The ground exploded with golden light. Massive golden feather wings ripped from Lui's back, spreading wide and majestic. He floated upward, glowing like a true angel of judgment.
"Now I will show you the power of judgement."
Lui snapped his fingers.
Astra's blood suddenly stopped flowing. His eyes stiffened. His silver aura faded completely. His small face turned pale as snow.
He was now trapped inside a nightmare realm.
Lui's voice echoed across the stadium, calm and final.
"This… is my Evil Illusion technique."
**Inside Astra's Mind – A Chained Realm of Darkness**
A dark, endless void. Chains of black light bound the space. Astra stood bleeding, facing a twisted, demonic version of himself—Evil Astra, eyes glowing blood-red, laughing with pure malice.
Evil Astra rushed forward, throwing punch after punch.
Real Astra could only block, each impact sending shockwaves through his small body.
"Stop… What are you doing!? Let me fight!"
Evil Astra laughed demonically, uppercutting Astra through the black sky and unleashing silver flaming slashes that rained down like hellfire.
"I… need!! The blood!"
Astra dodged desperately, but Evil Astra teleported behind him and punched him straight into a deep, black ocean.
**Back to the Real World**
Astra floated unconscious above the sand, body limp, silver aura gone.
Yuki's voice broke with terror and love.
"If he keeps fighting with himself… he will die inside his own mind…"
Blu stood up, golden aura blazing, roaring with everything he had.
"Come on Astra! Come outside from that illusion! That's not real!!! You are stronger than this!! Fight it!! For Yuki!! For all of us!!"
Lui hovered calmly, voice soft.
"Should I wait… or attack right now?"
**Inside the Nightmare**
Evil Astra kept attacking relentlessly. Real Astra was bleeding, falling, but still refusing to give up.
Astra thought desperately, voice echoing in his mind.
*What should I do to get outside it…?*
Evil Astra punched at his face again.
This time Astra stood perfectly still—no expression, no fear, no pain.
The attack passed straight through him like smoke.
Evil Astra's expression changed to shock and worry.
"Huh? This time it doesn't hurt you?"
Astra's voice was calm, almost peaceful—the voice of a child who had finally understood something profound.
"I know that fear, pain, loss… all those emotions feed the evil inside you, you fool. If I stop feeling them… I will be able to counter you."
Evil Astra's face twisted in panic. He continued punching wildly.
Astra simply walked forward through every attack as if they didn't exist.
"All of it… is worthless."
He raised two fingers.
A massive silver flaming slash erupted—cutting Evil Astra cleanly in half, shattering the entire chained realm into glowing fragments.
The chains snapped. The darkness faded.
**Back to the Real World**
Astra's eyes snapped open. Silver light flooded back into them.
Lui raised an eyebrow, genuinely impressed.
"Impressive… You have escaped something like this."
Astra closed his eyes for a moment.
Everything around him slowed down to a crawl. He could see every weak point, every bone, every blood vessel, every flow of energy, every atom in every single person—even the public in the stands.
He turned toward Lui, ready to scan his weakness.
But the overwhelming flood of information hit him like a hammer. He grabbed his head, staggering.
"Ahh… I forgot that I can't handle that much detail inside me…"
He rose his fingers again, voice determined.
"Alright… let me find Lui's weakness."
But before he could finish scanning, Lui teleported right in front of him and unleashed a relentless barrage of punches—each one faster than the last, not giving Astra even a second to breathe.
Astra spilled blood, stumbling backward, holding his waist in pain.
"No way I am losing this time… Everyone is counting on me. Even Yuki too."
Astra's silver flame aura roared back to life, brighter than ever.
Lui dodged the aura and attacked with electric smashes.
Astra reflected every blow with his arms, eyes glowing with pure resolve.
A massive punch struck Astra's waist.
Astra was pushed backward, body shaking violently.
Leopard roared from the stands, voice booming with respect.
"Come onnnn!!! Astra! You can do it!!"
Astra's silver eyes glowed like twin stars.
He jumped, turned behind Lui in mid-air, and slammed an elbow into the back of Lui's head.
Lui crashed into the wall.
Astra shot silver flame orbs from a distance.
Before they could hit, Lui stomped the ground. A holy sword descended from the sky, absorbed every orb, and fired them straight back at Astra.
Astra snapped his fingers—a silver shield formed around him, protecting him from the explosion.
Smoke cleared.
Astra walked out calmly, wiping blood from his mouth, voice soft but carrying the weight of every promise he had ever made.
"Remember one thing. I don't fear death… because when you are mortal you must die by old age or any other reason. The real fear is losing my people."
Yuki stiffened for a second, whispering softly, tears in her eyes.
"Astra…"
Blu felt something for the first time ever—the true worth of people, the real worth of Astra. He wasn't only a warrior. He was hope itself.
Astra stood in position, ready to power up.
Everybody felt the shift in the air. The entire stadium began to shake.
Astra roared with everything he had left—voice echoing across all of Japan.
"I will end you nowwwww!!!"
All the presidents stood up in respect.
The aura kept rising—slowly, beautifully, terrifyingly.
The entire stadium shook horribly!
Astra's eyes glowed like two newborn stars!
His roar echoed through the whole of Japan!
Astra gritted his teeth, muscles tensing with raw power.
Lui covered himself from the wind pressure.
The crowd's cheers grew even louder.
Silver flames gathered around Astra's wrists, glowing brighter and brighter.
Astra rushed forward for the final punch.
"For… myself!!"
Lui's eyes widened in shock.
The atmosphere changed completely.
The massive punch connected with Lui's waist.
Time itself seemed to stop for two full seconds.
Deep inside Lui… every atom shook, froze… then burned in silver flames and spread.
The aura burst!
The whole stadium split apart in two clean pieces!
The impact wave spread across the entire Earth!
The public screamed in shock.
The infinity barrier cracked violently.
Blu stood up instantly, voice roaring.
"Fast!!! Secure the public!!"
Yuki, Wano, Uraka, and every strong fighter in the stands leapt into action, shielding the crowd from the shockwave.
Leopard, even with one hand and old injuries, pushed himself to his limit to save everyone around him.
On the battlefield, Lui's skin began to crack and break apart.
Astra stepped backward, placed his hand on his wrist, and formed a massive spiraling orb of silver flame in his palm.
John's voice was filled with disbelief.
"No… it cannot be… He was supposed to be the strongest… Lui! Do something!!"
Lui couldn't move.
Astra's aura rose to its absolute peak.
"Divine…"
The energy spiraled faster and faster.
"Divine Beam—!!!!"
A massive silver flaming beam erupted, swallowing Lui completely.
It tore through the infinity barrier, shot straight through Earth's atmosphere into space, and vanished into the stars.
The situation slowly came under control.
Astra fell to one knee, smiling weakly, breathing fire in heavy pants.
"I… did it…"
Wano raised the mic with a bright, tearful smile.
"And there!! The 10-year-old kid… Astra! Wins the battle!!!"
Blu finally smiled again—proud, emotional, eyes glistening.
"You make me feel proud today… Astra!"
Yuki didn't say a single word. She simply rushed down to the battlefield, dropped to her knees, and hugged Astra tightly, crying tears of pure joy and relief.
All the presidents landed on the battlefield.
Leopard smiled from afar, voice warm.
"You are really insane, Astra… I wish we will meet again someday."
Astra looked at him and smiled back.
Triel, Dabura, and Lappa stood beside him, offering quiet respect.
John stepped forward and shook Astra's small hand firmly.
"Even though my warrior is gone… you are actually something else, Astra. Fighting someone like Lui is insanely hard. That's why you deserve the prize the most."
The presidents posed for photos with Astra, holding up the giant check of 1 billion dollars and handing it to him with pride.
Blu placed a hand on Astra's shoulder, voice thick with emotion.
"Today I will remember this day forever. You didn't just win… you made everyone feel proud. Every single person in Paras City is celebrating you right now."
Astra smiled, eyes shining.
"Yeah… of course… It's my duty as your student, Master…"
The whole stadium filled with thunderous claps and cheers. Everyone threw flowers. Astra stood in the middle of the battlefield, waving his small hands shyly, silver eyes glowing with quiet happiness.
Morning had fully arrived—golden sunlight bathing everything in warmth.
Astra gave a final, tired but radiant smile.
"So…? Let's go home?"
Yuki nodded, still hugging him tightly, voice soft and full of love.
"Of course… little hero."
Uraka ruffled his hair.
"You have done a great work today."
Wano yawned dramatically, stretching.
"Okay… I have done a lot of work today. Let's sleep… I've been watching since morning."
They said goodbye to the other presidents and fighters.
They were about to leave when John suddenly stopped them, holding out four elegant golden tickets.
"Well… since you have defeated such an intense warrior, you deserve a gift from me."
Astra waved his hands quickly.
"No no… I am okay…"
John gently placed the tickets in Astra's small hands.
"Just take it."
Yuki, Uraka, and Wano leaned in curiously.
Blu raised an eyebrow.
"What did you give?"
John smiled warmly.
"Go for a long vacation."
Yuki's eyes widened in pure shock.
"Du… Dubai Luxury vacation tickets!?"
Astra's silver eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Dubai? Ohh I heard about this place many times!!"
Blu smiled, nodding approvingly.
"That's nice."
John explained gently.
"You, your sister, and those two girls will go. I didn't give five tickets because your President Blu has important work back in Paras City."
Leopard grinned from the side.
"Ohhh… so my little guy Astra is going to Dubai after all? Alright, you deserve that. No question."
Astra bumped fists with Leopard, both smiling.
The other presidents also congratulated them warmly.
Blu placed a hand on Astra's shoulder.
"Okay… I am going back to the city. Better if you four stay in Tokyo for some days because your Dubai trip starts next week. I will pay for all rents and expenses."
Astra's face lit up with pure joy.
"So in this excuse… we can explore Tokyo as well…"
Yuki laughed softly, hugging him again.
"Alright… See you all later!"
The four of them walked out of the stadium together—hand in hand, hearts full, the morning sun rising behind them like a new beginning.
**Scene at a Famous Luxury Hotel in Tokyo**
Yuki took the key card and opened the door to their suite. Soft golden sunlight streamed through the huge windows overlooking the city.
Astra walked inside, looking around in wonder, then turned to the others with the brightest smile a 10-year-old could give.
"Alright… Dubai… we are coming soon!"
Yuki ruffled his hair, eyes shining with love.
"Of course, little hero."
The chapter ended on that warm, hopeful note—four friends, one family, ready for the next adventure after the greatest fight of their lives.