[COMPLETED] In which 10 dojo trainees compete in Asia's biggest martial arts tournament for a $500,000 cash prize...
「 ROMCOM • DRAMA • ANGST • ACTION • FLUFF 」
- VINTAGE VIDEO GAMES & CHINESE AESTHETIC.
- SET IN CHINA, YEAR 2000. 🉐
「 Consider thi...
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— 01 | PLAYER SELECT 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐍 𝐋𝐈. 🍂
Roundhouse, back kick... Every swift turn of his ankle is seemingly choreographed to perfection. His heel drills into the mat while the other draws up his thigh and finally, flares at the opponent's chest.
I, as well as the rest of the class, continue to watch the man in awe.
Jeon Jungkook, both the first and youngest commoner to win the SF tournament.
I mean it's no wonder why he won. The way he portrays Kung Fu and Taekwondo combined is literally unmatched. I remember visiting his class way back when he was a rookie and becoming so inspired. It feels rewarding to be a trainee at the same dojo he trained at...
I hear that despite his success as an idol fighter, he still returns to the slums now and then. Which is... Crazy. Anyone would give anything to break out of here. I guess he's either humble, or insanely stupid.
"And that, class," Sensei Gen switches off the VHS, "Is how you correctly transition from a tree stance to a back-kick. Don't overestimate the peak of the foot, hm? One should know their limits before their opponent can."
"Wow..." A voice exhales behind me in astonishment. "Will I ever fight like that?"
"Don't let him intimidate you Yeonjun, you're still new and fresh." The other voice whispers in reassurance.
Sensei's arms fold behind his back, "Would two volunteers now care to emulate the move?"
"I will." The voice, Hoseok, leaps on two feet.
"Very well. Hoseok and... Yang, please show."
The two take front stage and get into position. Hoseok wears a bronzy satin robe with gold emblems while Yang wears his signature red sleeveless qipao shirt of black and yellow trimming, accompanied by armbands that form fingerless gloves and puffy dark pants that balloon over black slippers.
"Go easy on me, 'kay?" Yang teases, hopping on two feet and swooping his overgrown bangs.
"You dare laugh, punk?" Hoseok's nostrils flare. The way he crouches and dramatically sticks out his butt while creeping in a slow circle resembles a bad kung-fu movie. Poor Yang can't stop his lips from trembling small snickers. A true class clown.
