BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
The alarms screamed through the underground facility, but Kisimoto barely heard them. His pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out everything else. He had been asleep for too long. Three years. Three years of his life, stolen by those bastards.
But now, he was awake.
The thick containment liquid drained from the chamber, leaving his body exposed to the cold air. Tubes and electrodes detached one by one, sending sharp pinpricks of pain through his nerves. His legs wobbled as they touched the steel floor.
"Is this it? The breakthrough we've waited for?"
"No, no—he's not supposed to wake up yet!"
"His brainwaves are off the charts! This isn't right!"
The voices weren't coming from the room. They were inside his head. Thoughts. He could hear them. Feel them.
The steel walls. The security cameras. The hidden guards waiting outside. He could sense them too.
Everything was too much.
His brain, his muscles, his entire nervous system—it was all on fire. His breath hitched. His hands trembled.
Something inside him was breaking.
Suddenly—
Pain.
A deep, searing pain in his chest.
His vision blurred. The world tilted. His muscles locked up as if something inside him was pulsing at a frequency he couldn't control. Every atom of his body vibrated, like an earthquake shaking him from the inside out.
The air around him warped. Sparks danced across his fingertips.
The pressure built up—rising—rising—until—
BOOM.
A wave of pure force exploded outward.
Glass shattered. The floor cracked. The walls bent outward as a violent shockwave tore through the lab, ripping equipment from the ground and sending scientists flying like rag dolls.
The reinforced steel door—designed to withstand explosives—buckled under the blast, warping and crashing against the opposite wall.
The alarms flickered and died.
Silence.
Smoke filled the air. Kisimoto stood in the center of the wreckage, chest heaving, steam rising from his skin. His head spun, his body weak, but his mind? His mind had never been clearer.
He moved.
Before he even realized it, he was outside. Too fast. The world blurred around him, and then—
A white towel.
He blinked. His fingers gripped soft fabric, taken from a random balcony. How? He didn't remember reaching for it. He didn't even remember jumping onto a rooftop.
Below, sirens screamed. Helicopters roared to life.
The hunt had begun.
But he was no longer the prey.
Notes By The Author: The Science Behind the Burst
Kisimoto's explosion wasn't "magic"—it was caused by an extreme bioelectromagnetic feedback loop.
The NGO's experiments altered his mitochondria, forcing them to generate ATP (adenosine triphosphate, the body's energy currency) at a dangerously accelerated rate. Since ATP fuels muscle contractions, neural signals, and cellular function, this overproduction overloaded his nervous system.
But the real danger? His neurons couldn't regulate the excess electrical charge.
Neurons fire through action potentials—tiny electrical impulses triggered by ion movement. Normally, the body controls these impulses carefully. But Kisimoto's altered state removed those safety limits. Every neuron in his body fired at once, sending an uncontrolled bioelectrical surge through his muscles.
This caused:
✔ Neuromuscular hyperstimulation – Every muscle fiber contracted simultaneously, releasing kinetic force.
✔ Localized electromagnetic shockwave – Excess bioelectricity ionized the air, causing an outward blast.
✔ Nervous system feedback loop – His brain misinterpreted the surge as external force, amplifying it further.
The result? A biological EMP mixed with a kinetic energy burst.
Why the Super Speed?
After the explosion, his body entered a temporary hyper-oxygenation state. The massive ATP release overclocked his muscle fibers for a few moments.
✔ His motor neurons fired at max efficiency, making every movement ultra-fast.
✔ His mitochondria dumped stored ATP into his muscles, giving him a short burst of power.
✔ His peripheral vision expanded, allowing him to track motion better.
This allowed him to move faster than his brain could process. He didn't "decide" to take the towel—it was pure instinct.
But this wasn't unlimited power.
The burst had a cost. His body couldn't sustain that energy level for long without burning itself out.
And worse—
It wasn't just his power.
It was their experiment.
And they were watching...
TO BE CONTINUED...