Marvel : Ms. Hyuga's journey

— New Year's Eve, 2011 —

The night sky over New York City was filled with fireworks. The new year had arrived, bringing a fresh start for the world. Amidst the glitter and chaos of the city, the members of Kaguya Hime lived different lives, scattered with their respective identities and purposes, yet still connected through the telepathic seal spell embedded by Naori.

In a classic-style house in Queens, Uzuki Yugao sat in her living room, holding her phone while smiling at the camera.

"Happy New Year, everyone! I hope this year brings happiness to all of us! Don't forget, my giveaway is still open until tomorrow. So, make sure to join, okay?" she said cheerfully during her live stream on social media.

Comments from her followers flooded the screen:

- "Yugao, you look so beautiful tonight!"

- "What's the secret to your glowing skin?!"

- "Keep it up, Yugao! I love your vibes!"

Yugao chuckled lightly. "The secret to glowing skin? Plenty of sleep, drink lots of water, and don't forget to stay happy!" she said with a playful wink at the camera.

After the live stream ended, Yugao put down her phone and exhaled a relieved sigh. "I never expected life in this world to be this fun. Naori was right; social media is addictive."

"You're playing too much, Yugao," Naori's voice suddenly echoed in her mind, sharp yet warm.

Yugao smirked, turning her gaze to the window. "Relax, Naori. I'm just enjoying life. Besides, what's wrong with being a small-time celebrity?"

"Just don't get too comfortable," Naori replied curtly.

"Don't worry," Yugao answered nonchalantly. "I won't slack off, but let me savor this for a little longer."

Naori didn't respond, but Yugao knew she was listening.

…

Elsewhere in the city, Yuki Shiro stood atop an old building, wearing a long black coat that billowed in the night wind. Below her, a group of people in black uniforms knelt, awaiting orders.

"You know what to do," Shiro said in a cold voice, her gray eyes glowing in the dark.

"Yes, Miss Shiro," one of them replied before they all vanished into the shadows of the night.

In public, Shiro was the face of compassion. She founded a charity organization that had helped thousands of orphans worldwide. But beneath the surface, she was building an underground network that forced Kingpin to double the security in his territory.

Shiro walked slowly toward her office at the orphanage she had established. Small children greeted her with bright smiles.

"Happy New Year, Miss Shiro!" a little girl exclaimed, handing her a handmade paper flower.

Shiro knelt down, accepting the flower with a warm smile. "Thank you, Sweetheart. Happy New Year to you too."

But behind that smile, her mind continued to work. Through telepathy, she communicated with Naori.

"Kingpin is getting restless. He's bolstering his position in Hell's Kitchen. It seems he senses something moving behind the scenes."

"Good. Let him waste his resources on precautions. It'll make our next steps easier."

Shiro smirked faintly. "As always, you're ten steps ahead, Naori."

…

At a luxurious art gallery downtown, Yun Seora—or Yura, her stage name—was the center of attention. Her paintings were perfectly displayed along the walls, each reflecting profound personality and emotions.

"Amazing," commented a reporter. "Your paintings have soul. What's your inspiration?"

Yura smiled softly, wearing an elegant black gown that contrasted with her usual tomboyish demeanor. "Life itself is the greatest inspiration. Every moment, every emotion, is a color that shapes the canvas of life."

In a corner of the room, Tony Stark stood with Pepper Potts, observing one of Yura's works.

"So, this is the artist you recommended, Naori?" Tony said through a small earpiece.

"Yes. You should get to know her, Stark. She has immense potential in the art world… and beyond," Naori replied.

Tony smirked slightly, then approached Yura. "Fantastic work. My name's Tony. Tony Stark. Perhaps you've heard of me."

Yura chuckled lightly. "Of course, Mr. Stark. Thank you for coming."