As Mi-cha and Muhan sat together in the bustling cafeteria, surrounded by the lively chatter of students, Mi-cha's thoughts drifted back to the secret she had been keeping from Muhan. She tried to muster up the courage to reveal her connection to the Pjeonjaeham sect, her face flushing with a mix of anxiety and embarrassment.
"Muhan...…..I...…I," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Before she could continue, Soo-ah appeared out of nowhere, tapping Muhan on the back with a playful grin. "Hi Muhan," she said, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger.
Ji-hoon accompanied Soo-ah, wrapping his arm around her waist as they squeezed into the bench, displacing Muhan and Mi-cha. Mi-cha turned to Soo-ah, exchanging pleasantries as they sat down.
Soo-ah proposed a friendly spar, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "How about we have a friendly spar, Mi-cha?" she asked, her voice filled with enthusiasm.
Mi-cha glanced over at Muhan, who nodded his head in agreement. She smiled, feeling a surge of competitiveness. "Yes, let's do it!"
As the girls departed for their spar, Ji-hoon leaned in, his voice taking on a serious tone. "Dude, I need to tell you something. The principal is from the Pjeonjaeham sect, and he was involved in your sister's murder." I'll tell you the details.
Muhan's eyes widened in shock, his pupils constricting as his eyes glowed dimly blue. The news hit him like a ton of bricks, leaving him reeling.
The next morning, Muhan woke up before dawn, his mind still reeling from the revelation. He began his daily routine, pushing through 100 pushups, 100 squats, and 100 sit-ups with a newfound sense of purpose.
As he stood under the warm spray of the shower, his mind flashed back to the story his mother had told him. He remembered how, as a baby, he had saved his family from a level 100 martial artist due to his rare level 9 birth. He recalled not believing the story until a second attack happened when he was three, and his sister Ae-cha was six.
His thoughts turned to his sister, and how his parents had sent her to Wysteria Academy, the same school where she was killed. A wave of anger and determination washed over him.
After his shower, Muhan dressed in his black hoodie and black trousers, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. One thing was clear in his mind: he was going to kill the principal and anyone who stood in his way.
As Muhan approached the Principal's office, his determination to confront the truth was palpable. Unbeknownst to him, Soo-ah was sharing a shocking revelation with Mi-cha after their shopping trip to the school mall.
"Soo-ah, what's wrong?" Mi-cha asked, her eyes widening in alarm.
"Ji-hoon told me that the principal is from the Pjeonjaeham sect," Soo-ah said, her voice barely above a whisper. "And he was involved in Muhan's sister's death."
Mi-cha's eyes grew wide with shock as memories of the previous day flooded back. She recalled how Muhan had seemed agitated and sad while escorting her to her dorm, but had kept his emotions hidden.
Without hesitation, Mi-cha rushed towards Muhan's room, Soo-ah following closely behind. "What's wrong? Is something the matter with Muhan?" Soo-ah asked, concern etched on her face.
"He's going to do something crazy," Mi-cha replied, her voice laced with worry.
Meanwhile, Muhan stood before the Principal's office, his eyes fixed on the door. The 1st class students, stationed outside the office, seemed to be expecting him. Their eyes narrowed, ready to defend the principal.
Muhan smiled charmingly, his hands still tucked into his pockets. His iris glowed bright blue, and his aura burst forth, forming multiple energy blue fireballs that blasted each of the 1st class students. The force of the attack was so intense that it destroyed half of the principal's office and took the door.
The air was electric with tension as Muhan's eyes blazed with determination, ready to take on whatever lay ahead.
As Mi-cha arrived at Muhan's dorm, she knocked gently on the door. Her voice was low and calm as she called out to him.
"Muhan… Muhan… Muhan, you there?
When there was no response, Mi-cha turned to Soo-ah and whispered, "He's not around."
Soo-ah took the shopping bags from Mi-cha and encouraged her to go find Muhan. "I'll take these to our dorm. You go check on him."
Mi-cha nodded and set off towards the principal's office, a sense of unease growing in her stomach.
Meanwhile, Muhan was in the midst of a intense confrontation with the 1st class students outside the principal's office. He held one of the students, a towering figure, up in the air with ease, using only one hand. His eyes glowed dimly blue, and his aura pulsed with a calming energy.
The other 1st class students watched in shock as Muhan effortlessly defeated one of their strongest members, even though he was transformed. Kim, the elf who had saved the Nano space ship from the black hole, exclaimed, "Wow! I knew Muhan was not just handsome, but also strong! This just got me excited!"
As Kim was about to charge towards Muhan, Jin-ho intervened, his orange aura transforming the environment. "Muhan, you stop here!" he commanded, his eyes blazing with a fierce determination.