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CHAPTER FIVE. korea ( cobra kai )
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THEBUSTLING AIRPORT was alive with the hum of voices, the rhythmic roll of suitcases, and the faint announcement of flights echoing overhead. Satomi clutched her boarding pass tightly, her gaze darting between her friends and the bustling terminal around her. Her small stature barely allowed her to keep pace with Genji, who strode ahead with his hands casually tucked in his jean pockets. His sharp, no-nonsense demeanor exuded a quiet confidence that set him apart from the crowd.
Trailing behind were Murayama, Todoroki, Fujio, Sachio, and Rao, their distinct personalities turning heads as they passed. Murayama's calm yet commanding aura seemed to draw respect without him trying, while Todoroki's smirk and aloof attitude gave off a dangerous edge.
Fujio, as usual, was the loudest of the group, his booming laughter causing heads to turn. He cracked joke after joke, his energy almost overwhelming. "This is it, guys!" he shouted, slapping Murayama's shoulder. "The big leagues! Korea's not ready for us!"
Sachio, in contrast, walked beside him with a wry smile, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "Yeah, Fujio. I'm sure they've been trembling ever since they heard we were coming."
Fujio threw a mock punch into the air, grinning. "They better be! We've got the moves, the looks, and the—"
"The volume," Sachio interjected, running a hand through his messy hair. "Pretty sure the whole terminal can hear you."
"Oh, come on, Sachio," Fujio shot back, his grin undeterred. "You can't tell me you're not hyped. Korea, man! New place, new people, new fights!"
Sachio smirked and adjusted his bag lazily. "I'll save my hype for when we actually win something. Try not to burn out before we land."
Todoroki snorted, glancing back. "If Fujio doesn't embarrass us at immigration first, it'll be a miracle."
Even Rao chuckled at that, though he quickly fell silent as the group reached the check-in counter. The attendant smiled politely, her voice soft and professional as she processed their tickets. Fujio leaned casually against the counter, attempting to practice his limited Korean.
