After School – Rooftop of the Old Gym
The sky was painted with streaks of orange as the sun dipped behind the buildings. Most students had already gone home—except one.
Jang Hamin stood alone, having received an anonymous message in his locker:
> "If you want answers, meet me on the rooftop. Come alone."
He already knew it was a trap.
But he came anyway.
The wind brushed through his uniform as the door slammed shut behind him.
Footsteps.
From the shadows emerged three boys.
Seo Jinhyuk's older brother, Seo Jisoo, stepped forward. A third-year, built like a tank.
Boxer. Known for crushing his opponents with his fists alone.
Flanking him were two underlings, one with a chain and the other with short iron rods.
> "You messed up my little brother, freak."
Jisoo cracked his knuckles. "Now, I'm gonna turn your pretty little body into mush."
Hamin's eyes narrowed.
> "Three against one?"
> "No rules in the street, genius."
The first move came fast.
The boy with the chain lashed out, aiming for Hamin's neck. He ducked under it and grabbed the chain mid-swing—yanked it forward, pulling the attacker off balance.
A spin—a kick to the knee.
Crack.
The boy screamed and fell.
CLANG!
Iron rods came swinging.
Hamin twisted his body sideways, grabbing the attacker's wrist mid-swing—snapping it backwards in one fluid motion. The rod dropped.
One second. One hit. Another down.
Now, only Jisoo remained.
He stepped forward slowly, cracking his neck.
> "Let's see if your fancy dodging works against real fists."
He exploded forward.
BOOM!
The rooftop echoed as fists flew.
Jisoo's punches were fast—and heavy. Even Hamin had to retreat, dodging by centimeters.
A right hook grazed his cheek—pain bloomed, and he gritted his teeth.
He countered with a low sweep, but Jisoo jumped—a knee came flying.
Hamin barely blocked it with his arm—the impact forced him back.
> "You're strong," Hamin said quietly.
"But strength alone isn't enough."
He lowered his stance. His movements changed.
Not street fighting anymore.
Boxing. Kendo. Taekwondo. Muay Thai.
He merged them.
The shift was subtle—but lethal.
Jisoo punched again. Hamin parried—then struck his ribs with a tiger palm strike.
Crack.
A scream.
Hamin spun—heel crashing into Jisoo's temple.
The older boy collapsed, gasping for air.
Hamin stood over him. Calm. Unshaken. His left eye flickered—just for a moment.
Blue. Cold. Inhuman.
Then it faded.
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