Systemism

Main Quest (4)

Jin Na: Another school?

The boys were panting, eyes wide as they watched Myul moving again, his laughter echoing across the empty battlefield. It wasn't just a laugh—it was manic, unsettling.

Jin Na: You think he's gone insane?

???: Maybe?

Ken Nakamura, 178 cm, 105 kg.
Strength: A
Speed: A+
Potential: B
Intelligence: C
Endurance: B

He was number 3 in Myul's crew, an imposing figure, his large frame dominating the scene as he casually sat on a defeated student, the remnants of their latest conquest.

Ken: Meh. These guys are weak.

<Fighting Style: ???>

A voice cut through the air like a sharp blade.

???: Weak, you say?

A boy with pale skin and fluffy blond hair that reached his ears stepped forward, dragging two unconscious bodies behind him. His aviator sunglasses caught the sunlight, hiding his expression, but there was no mistaking the menace in his step.

The two boys behind him were in bad shape: Bong Kwang, 172 cm, 65 kg, was foaming at the mouth. Seok Mujuk, 160 cm, 53 kg, had his eyes rolled back, limp as a ragdoll.

???: Disappointing... Losing to a bunch of nobodies.

Ken glared at the newcomer, his buzz cut barely disguising his irritation.

Ken: What the hell, man? You just beat my friends.

Jin Na's blood ran cold the moment he recognized the boy. His heart pounded in his chest, and he could feel the blood draining from his face. His legs were frozen in place, paralyzed by a fear so deep it rooted him to the spot.

Jin Na (internally): It's him...

He wasn't just any fighter—he was a legend, known for his ruthless efficiency in battle. He didn't just beat opponents, he destroyed them, and his presence alone could silence even the rowdiest crowds. The rumours surrounding him were enough to make anyone rethink their life choices.

Jin Na's palms were damp with sweat, his breath coming in quick, shallow bursts as He closed the distance. Every step He took felt deliberate, almost casual, yet charged with an underlying menace. The blonde hair, fluffy and soft, seemed at odds with the sheer violence he radiated.

Jin Na: Ken! Don't!

The blonde boy slowly took off his sunglasses, revealing his heterochromatic eyes—one green, one gold—gleaming with malice.

???: Get off my men.

Ken snickered, shaking his head.

Ken: Weird eyes telling me what to do?

Jin Na's stomach twisted into knots. No, Ken, he thought desperately, you don't know who this is!

The boy's smile twisted, and the veins in his hands bulged as he stepped forward with frightening speed.

Jin Na: Ken! Stop!

But it was too late. His fist connected with Ken's face like a sledgehammer, pushing Ken back a few centimetres. Punches followed each hit precise and devastating. Jin Na flinched with every strike, his heart lurching as Ken staggered back under the assault.