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⎯⎯ ୨ 𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 ୧ ⎯⎯
𝟏. 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐨-𝐣𝐢𝐧
𝟐. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧-𝐰𝐨𝐨
𝟑. 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠-𝐬𝐚𝐧
𝟒. 𝐊𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐞-𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠
...
𝟓. 𝐘/𝐧 𝐥/𝐧
-ˏˋ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ˊˎ
THE DOJANG BUZZED WITH QUIET ANTICIPATION, as the two senseis stood before the gathered students. Every face was alert, every stance upright. The announcement of the Sekai Taikai candidates had drawn the entire dojo into a tense silence.
Five names.
Yoon Do-jin. Park Sun-woo. Lee Byung-san. Kwon Jae-sung. Y/n l/n.
A smattering of cheers had erupted when the names were called, but they were subdued by a strange undercurrent of confusion. Something was wrong. There were supposed to be six candidates, yet only five names had been listed.
Before anyone could voice their concerns, Sensei Kim raised a hand, commanding silence with a single, effortless gesture. Her expression was unreadable—equal parts pride and disappointment, as though the very act of congratulating them was an exercise in restraint.
She stepped forward, the echo of her boots striking the floor slicing through the stillness.
"Thirty six students..." she began, her voice like a blade: sharp, deliberate, and unyielding. "yet less than 15% of you have proven worthy of this honor." She grimaced. "The Sekai Taikai is not a playground for the average, nor is it a stage for the weak. It is the ultimate battlefield for martial arts. And you, the chosen few, will represent this dojang on that battlefield."
Her words hung in the air, cutting deep. The other students, the ones who had been overlooked, shuffled uncomfortably but dared not speak.
"You should feel pride," Kim continued, her voice softening but losing none of its authority. "But do not mistake pride for complacency. The Sekai Taikai does not reward pride—it rewards dominance. Discipline. Sacrifice. Pain. These are the tools that will carry you to victory."
