Killie wept at his mother's grave for a long time. Afterward...
[RETURN TO THE PRESENT]
He finally stood up, wiping away all his tears, then sat down to reflect for a moment.
Suddenly, the music in his earphones stopped. An unknown number was calling.
He answered, "Hello, Mr. Killie!"
"Who is this...?" Killie wondered.
"Yes, you're right. It's me, Engo. How are you? Have you eaten yet? You should eat first, or you'll get sick—HAHA, just kidding!" Engo said.
[ENGO, LEADER OF THE KEMBANGAN DISTRICT]
"What do you want, Eng—" Killie began.
"Don't address me so casually. It's not proper for a subordinate to speak to his superior like that, is it? Say it again properly," Engo interrupted.
"What do you want, M-my Lord, Your Majesty, Boss, Leader, Supreme Commander Engo?" Killie muttered.
"Better. Now, I'll tell you one thing. There's going to be an intruder there soon, and I think you can handle it alone—or maybe not. Either way, I want you to defeat them before they go any further. To ensure that, I'll send someone to assist you. Not because I don't trust you, but because I don't like leaving things to chance. I need certainty. So don't mess up my plans!" Engo snapped before hanging up.
Killie fell silent, pondering Engo's words. "An intruder, huh? I still remember when that bastard Pillie snuck in here!" His heart burned with anger, but his face remained calm, finding solace in his composure.
Then—CRASH!
The infirmary wall collapsed, startling the teachers on the other side. Instead of helping, they hid under desks and chairs. "Dammit, is Pillie attacking again? Please, I haven't gotten my paycheck yet!"
A figure stepped through the rubble—Aswa. He strolled in casually, stopping right in front of a bed where someone was sleeping.
"Hey!! Are you the leader here?!" Aswa barked, waking the sleeper.
"Uh... huh?" The person stirred in confusion.
"Are you the leader here?" Aswa repeated.
Hearing this, the person struck a relaxed pose, leaning back as if to say...
"Yeah, I'm the leader here?!"
WHOOSH!
Aswa instantly threw a punch at the man's face. SLAP! The man caught it—
CRACK! But Aswa's strength was overwhelming, sending the man's face crashing through the wall.
"Done here!" Aswa turned to leave.
"What the hell are you doing?!" A voice growled from behind him—someone had appeared unnoticed.
WHOOSH! THUD!
The man glared at Aswa with a terrifying expression, then—
He unleashed a rapid flurry of punches, but Aswa dodged effortlessly.
His face twisted with rage and hatred, tears welling in his eyes.
"You wanna take everything from me too?" Killie swung again.
"Everything? I just need to beat you," Aswa replied.
"Then why don't you start with me?!" Killie clenched his fists.
Killie charged. Using his martial arts training, he leapt and struck from above.
WHOOSH! CRASH!
Aswa retreated, blocking the attack.
Killie stepped forward, his aura menacing. His teeth ground together, fists clenched so tight his veins bulged.
"How's that? A punch I trained just to smash Pillie's face!" Killie spat.
"Hmm... 1/10," Aswa mused.
Killie swung again—WHOOSH!
But Aswa, amused, countered with his own punch.
CRACK! SNAP!
Their fists collided with monstrous force, but Killie's hand trembled in pain.
As their right hands locked, Killie tried to smash Aswa's face with his left.
WHOOSH! THUD!
Aswa kicked upward, deflecting the blow and leaving his leg suspended midair.
WHOOSH!
He slammed his foot down onto Killie's shoulder—CRUNCH!
The impact shattered the ground beneath them, cracks spiderwebbing outward. Killie's shoulder screamed in agony.
His furious expression faltered, replaced by strained endurance.
Slowly, his legs buckled. The weight was too much.
Killie collapsed to his knees, bowing before Aswa.