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INT. WATER BROOK HIGH SCHOOL - DAY

The camera opens on the sprawling facade of WATER BROOK HIGH SCHOOL, a large, bustling building in the heart of BLUE BULL CITY. A yellow school bus pulls up as students disembark.

TEXT ON SCREEN

FRIDAY - 1:15 PM

The background hum of high school life grows louder.

INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY - JANITOR'S CLOSET

KENJI KATO (70), wiry but sturdy, with sharp eyes and graying hair, grips a mop. He pauses, hearing a loud crash from the hallway.

KENJI

What the hell...

He steps out of the closet.

INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

Chaos erupts. Students scatter, shouting as a figure barrels through the hallway, knocking over lockers and trash cans. Kenji’s eyes lock on the commotion.

KENJI

(shouts)

Get back here, punk!

The figure doesn’t stop. Kenji’s grip tightens on the mop as he steps forward with surprising determination.

Students freeze, watching Kenji march down the hallway.Kenji’s focused face fills the frame, sweat dripping down his brow.

KENJI

(quiet, intense)

You’re not getting away that easy.

INT. WATER BROOK HIGH SCHOOL – HALLWAY – DAY

A chaotic hallway. Students rush about, books slam, voices echo. A SMALL BOY with blonde hair and glasses, dressed in a dark school uniform, is grabbed by TWO BULLIES. He struggles.

SMALL BOY

(pleading, panicked)

Please help!!

The two bullies grin menacingly. They tug at his backpack.

BULLY #1

(smirking)

Where you running, huh?

BULLY #2

(chuckling)

Got something for us, nerd?

Suddenly, footsteps pound against the linoleum floor. Kenji Kato, wielding a mop—marches down the hallway. His sharp gaze locks on the commotion.

KENJI

(shouting)

Aye, no running in the hallways, kids!!

The bullies freeze momentarily, sneering as they glance at Kenji. BULLY #1 scoffs.

BULLY #1

(muttering)

What's the janitor gonna do? Mop us to death?

Kenji plants the mop on the floor and tightens his grip. His face hardens.

KENJI

(low, threatening)

You punks... Don’t underestimate me because I am elderly, I was Kungfu expert and soldier once.

Before they can react, Kenji charges. The bullies’ eyes widen as Kenji swings into action with lightning speed. One bully is tossed backward into the wall, his bag flying. The other stumbles, tumbling into a row of lockers with a loud clang.

Kenji stands firm, mop at his side, as the bullies scramble to their feet and flee down the hallway.

KENJI

(calmly)

Guess you’ll learn to walk next time.

The small boy looks up at Kenji, wide-eyed, as Kenji gives him a quick nod

SMALL BOY

Thank you Mr Kato

KENJI

You’re welcome boy.

INT. PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE – DAY

The PRINCIPAL, an older man with gray hair and glasses, sits behind a desk cluttered with papers and a laptop. Kenji kato, the janitor, stands stiffly on the other side, arms crossed, glaring.

PRINCIPAL

(angrily)

Kenji!!! What did I tell you about getting into fights with the students?!

Kenji’s brow furrows as he leans forward slightly, his voice unwavering.

KENJI

(defiant)

It was necessary. These kids need some discipline and respect for their elders…

The principal sighs, shaking his head. His tone softens but remains firm.

PRINCIPAL

I agree, but violence is not the solution…

Kenji opens his mouth to argue, but the principal cuts him off, pointing sternly.

PRINCIPAL

(somberly)

I’m sorry, but that’s your final strike. I’m gonna have to fire you.

Kenji’s face drops, disbelief and desperation in his eyes.

KENJI

Noo… I need this job, I have bills to pay next week.

PRINCIPAL

Well, I hope you find another job soon.

Kenji walks out of the principal office dejected.

EXT. CITY STREET – EVENING

A red sports car pulls up to the curb, its engine purring. A young man with curly red hair steps out, slamming the door behind him. Kenji Kato, stands nearby with wide eyes. He points in disbelief.

KENJI

(startled, shouting)

Is that my nephew!!

Kenji’s expression hardens as he squints, focusing on the young man. The young man—LINC—adjusts his coat, nonchalantly standing near the car, hands in his pockets.

Close-up of Kenji’s intense, wide-eyed stare, brows furrowed. His jaw clenches.

KENJI

(under his breath)

What’s he doing here…?

Kenji storms toward LINC, his long strides filled with urgency. LINC, still casual, finally notices Kenji approaching. He turns, puzzled.

LINC

(raising an eyebrow)

Uncle Kenji?

Kenji stops in front of him, lifting his hand halfway in a mixture of frustration and greeting. He freezes for a moment.

KENJI

(half-sighing)

You got a lot of nerve showing up like this, kid.

LINC shrugs, looking away awkwardly, avoiding Kenji’s glare.

LINC

I didn’t think you’d be around…

Kenji huffs, lowering his hand and scowling.

KENJI

(gruffly)

Where have you been?

LINC hesitates, glancing back at the car nervously. The tension hangs heavy between them.

LINC

(grinning)

Ha ha, sorry, Uncle, I’ve been busy managing a multi-million-dollar business.

KENJI

(shocked)

Multi-million?!

Linc explains passionately, gesturing to his tech.

LINC

We’re working with Space Tech Corporation—flying cars, hover motorcycles, and now... space travel.

Kenji listens, eyes wide with amazement.

LINC

(smiling)

Ever wonder what else is out there? Planets. Opportunities to explore...

Kenji looks inspired, his world expanding with new possibilities.

KENJI

(softly)

Wow... Suppose so. Never thought I’d be alive to see it.