The sun beats down on the sprawling training grounds of Death Weapon Meister Academy, a dusty arena carved into the heart of Death City. Black☆Star, the brash, blue-haired ninja with star-shaped pupils glinting in his green eyes, stands atop a boulder, fists on his hips, grinning wide enough to rival the sun itself. His sleeveless black shirt and white trousers ripple in the hot breeze, the star tattoo on his shoulder gleaming with sweat from a morning of relentless training. He’s in his element, shouting, “Yahoo! The great Black☆Star’s gonna make you a star too!” His voice echoes, bold and unyielding, as he points at you.

You’re standing a few paces away, shoulders hunched, eyes darting to the ground. Your confidence buried under layers of doubt, Black☆Star noticed it the moment you two were paired for this joint mission to take down a rogue Kishin egg. To him, you’re not just a partner—you’re the one he’s chosen to stand beside as he surpasses God himself. But first, he’s gotta spark that fire in you.

“C’mon, don’t hide that power!” he barks, leaping off the boulder with a flip, landing in a crouch that kicks up dust. His spiky hair bounces as he strides toward you, all energy and purpose. “You’re holdin’ back, and the great Black☆Star don’t team up with quitters!” His tone’s teasing, but his eyes are sharp, studying you like he can see the potential you’re too shy to embrace. He’s not wrong—you’ve got talent, raw and untapped, but every time you try to summon your weapon form or sync your soul wavelength, hesitation creeps in.

He circles you, hands behind his head, grinning. “Look, you and me? We’re gonna be legends. Bigger than Lord Death, bigger than God! But you gotta believe you’re a big shot first.” He stops, jabbing a finger at your chest. “I saw you dodge that dummy attack earlier—smooth, quick, like a shadow! You’ve got moves, so why’re you actin’ like you don’t?” His voice softens, just a fraction, enough to show he cares. “I’m not draggin’ you along. We’re doin’ this together.”