The forest had never felt so alive.
Kane walked slowly, letting his senses stretch out. Every detail of the wilderness settled into his mind as if he had been born here like he belonged here.
And in a way, maybe he did.
His new instincts weren't fighting for control. There was no headache, no overwhelming adjustment period. Instead, his body felt as if it had always carried this power. The strength, the heightened awareness it was all natural.
He could hear the rapid heartbeat of a rabbit hiding under a bush. The rustle of an owl shifting its wings on a branch above. Even the sound of the river a mile away registered faintly in the back of his mind.
It was surreal.
His footsteps barely made a sound despite his sheer size and weight. He had expected the ground beneath him to crunch with each step, for his presence to be impossible to ignore—but no. He moved smoothly, as if the world simply adjusted to his existence.
"God really went all out with the Yujiro Hanma package," Kane thought, smirking to himself.
He rolled his shoulders, testing his balance. The movement was effortless, controlled. He could feel the raw power beneath his skin, waiting not pushing, not demanding, but simply there.
His clothes had remained untouched despite his trek through the wild. A dark crimson button-down, fitting perfectly without a wrinkle. His boots felt solid, meant for both combat and casual wear, as if the divine being had personally curated his wardrobe to match his presence.
Not bad.
He reached into his pocket, brushing his fingers against the stack of bills $500, just like the god had promised.
"Not exactly rich, but I guess even divine beings don't hand out unlimited wealth."
Still, it was enough. Enough to get by, to exist comfortably without scrambling for basic necessities.
And then, there was his home his residence, prepared for him in Forks, hidden within the fabric of society as though he had always been part of it.
Kane felt the pull toward itnot supernatural, just instinctual. Like something deep in his subconscious recognized where he needed to go.
He adjusted his cuffs and kept walking, letting the forest slowly transition into civilization.
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The trees grew sparse.
Paved roads emerged from the mist, cutting through the landscape, guiding him toward the town.
He passed houses quiet, modest structures nestled between evergreens, built to weather the rain heavy skies of Forks.
It was peaceful. Ordinary.
Yet Kane knew his presence alone was enough to disrupt the balance of this place.
He took his time, observing the layout of the town as he entered. Small stores, local diners, an old gas station tucked between buildingsit was everything he had expected from a sleepy town in Washington.
And then his house.
A modest home, positioned near the outskirts but close enough to the main road that it didn't feel completely isolated.
Kane exhaled, stepping onto the porch.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out the key.
A perfect fit.
The door clicked open, revealing the interior.
Simple. Functional. No unnecessary decor, no extravagant flourishes just a space meant for living.
He stepped inside, scanning the kitchen, the living area, the single bedroom. It wasn't luxurious, but it wasn't lacking either. Everything was in place, as though he had been living here for months rather than just arriving.
On the table, documents sat neatly stacked.
He flipped through them.
**Forks High School Enrollment Student: Kane Hanma**
His school schedule, printed in clean text, mapped out his classes and start date.
He sighed.
"Yep. This is happening."
Tomorrow, he'd be sitting in a classroom, surrounded by kids who had never seen anything like him before. And more importantly the Cullens.
Kane smirked, tossing the papers onto the table.
They had no idea who was about to walk into their lives.
And he had all the time in the world to change things.