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Y/N L/N WAS GOING TO FIGHT...
The entire training hall buzzed with an electrified energy, the weight of the announcement sinking into every competitor's bones. y/n l/n was going to fight. The words had barely left the chancellor's mouth before they took on a life of their own, spreading through the ranks like wildfire. The disbelief was tangible. y/n wasn't supposed to fight. Not after the brutal wounds she had sustained in her previous battle. But here she was, stepping back into the fire, once again defying the odds.
A storm of unease and exhilaration coiled through the gym. The y/h/c-haired girl's return was as shocking as it was inevitable. She had bled, fought, and carved her way into this tournament with sheer determination. Though her return was only possible due to Tory Nichols' shocking decision to surrender her spot. The girl had claimed the pressure was too much, that she needed to focus on her mental well-being.
It wasn't like Tory to fold under stress.
The whispers began immediately—was it truly her choice? Or was there something more behind her sudden withdrawal?
Regardless of the reasoning, the numbers didn't lie. Kwon Jae-sung had been the undeniable top scorer in the competition so far, racking up an impressive lead that no one could challenge. Second place belonged to Yoon Do-jin, a strong fighter who trailed just three points behind. But it was y/n who had landed in third, despite her injuries, just one point behind Yoon. It was a testament to her resilience, her refusal to fall behind, even when her body screamed for rest.
Lee had been a non-factor—his refusal to spar against women had cost him dearly in the rankings, dropping him to last place, even if he insisted he had no regrets. Even Tory, for all her skill, had not accumulated enough points to hold her position. y/n, on the other hand, had fought tooth and nail for every single point, every single victory, and now, when it mattered most, she had clawed her way back into the finals.
But this moment wasn't about Tory. It wasn't about Lee, or Yoon, or Park.
This was about the captains.
Y/n l/n and Kwon Jae-sung.
The original captains. The leaders who had fought, bled, and pushed their teams to the limits. The ones who had carried the weight of expectations on their backs, who had been forged in battle, tempered by pain and rivalry.
And now, they were back.
Kwon's eyes burned with unrelenting intensity. He had trained harder than ever, pushing himself past exhaustion, determined to leave no room for doubt in the finals. There was no denying his strength—he was brutal, merciless, a warrior whose strikes left no room for error. His body was a weapon honed to perfection, and his mind was sharpened by his hunger to win.
