Harry Potter: Toji Potter

Harry's Avatar opened his eyes to the familiar sight of his small wooden shack, the warm glow of the fireplace casting flickering shadows across the walls. The heat was comforting, a stark contrast to the cool morning air creeping in through the cracks.

He sat up, stretching slightly before hopping out of bed. His clothes were designed for durability, nothing too extravagant—just a simple tunic, sturdy pants, and well-worn boots that had seen their fair share of travel. He had intentionally kept his appearance humble; standing out too much in a small village wasn't ideal.

As he finished dressing, a knock echoed through his shack.

"Harry! Wake up already! Let's go!" Bell's voice called from outside.

Harry smirked, opening the door to see his best friend grinning at him, red eyes shining with excitement. Despite being two years younger, Bell had always been energetic, full of dreams about becoming a hero.

"You're way too excited for this early in the morning," Harry teased, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Bell puffed up his chest. "Heroes don't sleep in! We have training to do!"

Harry shook his head but stepped out nonetheless.

Growing up together in the village, Harry and Bell had developed a shared love for brawling and heroic stories. While Bell idolized heroes of legend, Harry took a more practical approach, honing his combat skills through training and friendly fights with the other kids.

Bell, under Harry's influence, was no longer the shy and naïve boy he had been in canon. Instead, he was bold, confident, and determined. He had a way more unshakable character, thanks to years of being pushed around by Harry in their sparring matches.

Of course, they still got into plenty of trouble.

"Alright, Bell," Harry grinned, cracking his knuckles as they stood in the open field near the village. "Today, we're working on dodging. You remember the rules?"

Bell nodded, determination burning in his eyes. "No crying, no whining, and if I land a hit on you, you owe me dinner."

Harry laughed. "That's right. Now, let's see if you've actually improved."

Bell charged forward, fists swinging with wild energy. Harry dodged effortlessly, weaving around the attacks while offering smug commentary.

"Too slow."

"Predictable."

"That one might've actually hit a snail."

Bell groaned in frustration, but he never gave up. That was what made Harry respect him the most—his unyielding drive.

When Zeus passed away, the loss hit them both hard. The old man had been their guardian, mentor, and storyteller. But life didn't stop for grief, and they knew what Zeus would have wanted.

And so, they moved forward.

At 14 and 16 years old, Bell and Harry packed their belongings—a bit of money, some spare clothes (both casual and combat-ready), and a whole lot of dreams—before setting off for Orario.

The journey was mostly smooth, just two young men with big ambitions and empty stomachs. There were a few wild beasts along the way, but neither of them were pushovers, and they handled the fights easily.

Eventually, after weeks of travel, they stood at the grand gates of Orario—the city known as the center of the world.

And they immediately regretted it.

"Uhhh…" Bell's eye twitched. "That is… a huge line."

Harry sighed, crossing his arms. "You'd think a city with literal gods in it would have figured out a faster system."

Before them, a massive line of people stretched out, waiting to enter. Merchants, travelers, hopeful adventurers—it seemed like everyone wanted a piece of Orario.

And so, they waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Three and a half hours later…

They finally stepped up to the gate guards, who looked them over with the kind of dead-eyed exhaustion only government employees could achieve.

"Names?" one of the guards asked, barely looking up from his clipboard.

"Bell Cranel."

"Harry."

The guard gave him a long, unimpressed look. "Just Harry?"

Harry smiled innocently. "Just Harry."

The guard grunted but didn't press.

"Citizenship check," the other guard muttered, pointing to a large stone pedestal with a glowing crystal embedded in it.

Bell stepped forward first, placing his hand on the stone. It pulsed green, signaling that he had never received a Falna before.

"You're clear," the guard said, motioning him forward.

Harry followed suit, placing his hand on the stone. The crystal flared green again.

The guards nodded. "Alright, you two are good to go. Welcome to Orario. Don't cause trouble."

With that, they finally entered the legendary city.

Stepping through the gates, they were immediately overwhelmed by the sheer scale of Orario. Towering buildings, bustling markets, and streets filled with people from all walks of life.

But most striking of all was the Babel Tower.

The massive white tower loomed over the city, piercing the sky like a divine monument. It was the barrier that sealed the Dungeon, ensuring that its monsters never escaped into the surface world.

Bell's eyes widened in awe. "It's… amazing."

Harry smirked. "Welcome to Orario, Bell. Let's find ourselves a Familia."