1: The Smile of a Ghost (Remastered)
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Incheon Port – 11:32 PM.
Rain kept pouring, drowning the steel and concrete in a gray haze. Every punch, every kick echoed against the empty containers like gunshots in the dark.
Kitae Kim and Jagyeom Na were going at it—raw violence, two monsters crashing head-on.
In the audience, the Speed crew sat broken. Jake Kim, Daniel Park, Lineman, Joongoo, and a battered Speed all squatted or leaned against crates. Their breathing was shallow, their faces pale.
Jake's hoodie hung tied around his waist, his white shirt soaked with sweat and blood. He gritted his teeth, chest heaving.
"The hell's wrong with Kitae? He's fighting Jagyeom like they're equals... but this isn't the same guy from Busan. It feels like something's off about him."
Beside him, Joongoo stood with arms folded, chest bandaged under a ripped shirt,and regular Katana and a golden-hilted sword strapped at his side. His usual smug grin was gone. His tone was low, serious.
"Something about that bear's off. He's smiling, but his stance is sloppy. Either he's in Rapid Sleep Momentum… or he's drunk out of his fucking mind."
Joongoo pulled down his shirt from his shoulder, adjusting his bandages. He muttered like he was analyzing a corpse.
"I'd say he's only using 40… maybe 50 percent of his strength."
Across from them, Daniel sat hunched on the ground with Speed—Ryo, Sebastian, Yeowool, and another bruised mess. His ribs screamed as he clutched his side, desperate, broken.
"Please… somebody stop him. Stop Jagyeom. He'll die out there!"
But no one moved. They couldn't. Everyone was wrecked beyond saving.
Then Jagyeom twisted, body bloodied but still burning with defiance. He launched a devastating back kick.
"Overturning Void Technique!"
The heel smashed into Kitae's chest with a thunderclap. Kitae slid back, coughing blood—yet he smiled. Wide-eyed. Mad.
"That was… actually good." His voice was broken laughter.
He surged forward. The ground shook as he blitzed in, fist cocked. Jagyeom was too slow, too drained to dodge.
BAM.
Jagyeom's body flew into a steel container, metal groaning under the impact.
The Speed crew gasped, terror in their eyes. Kitae stood over him, hair slicked with rain, pupils dilated, blood dripping down his chin but surprisingly it was all dried out. His grin was animal.
"Is this it…?"
Jake tensed. Daniel's stomach dropped. Joongoo drew his sword halfway out of its sheath, to stop Kitae if he tries to kill Jagyeom, eyes narrowed. The atmosphere turned sharp, lethal.
But then—
Footsteps.
Slow. Deliberate. Echoing from the darkness between the crates.
Tap… tap… tap…
Everyone turned their heads.
From the shadows, a tall figure emerged. A black umbrella rested above his head, bone-dry under the storm. His shirt hung half torn, rain tracing the scar that ran across his chest. His hair fell messy, covering his left eye. His right eye was dead, flat, void of life.
When he spoke, his voice cut through the storm, flat and cold.
"...Pathetic."
Kitae turned, eyes narrowing.
"The fuck did you just say? Who the hell are you!?"
The man stepped forward, dropping the umbrella against the concrete. He didn't flinched against Kitae.
"Isn't it basic manners to introduce yourself first?"
Kitae widens his eyes a little then, grinned like a drunk beast.
"You wanna know me? I'm Kitae—'the son of the Legend'—Kim. Now answer, bastard. Who the fuck are you?"
The man's voice sank deeper, emptier.
"I am Yuujin."
He paused, eyes scanning the two battered fighters like they were trash on the floor.
"And what I said was simple. Two dogs… fighting over scraps of dominance."
He tilted his head, face blank, tone like a knife.
"It's fucking pathetic."
Jake Kim frowned, eyes narrowing as he steadied himself against the chaos. He had been ready to take down Kitae himself, but his voice cracked low with confusion,
"Jagyeom's knocked out cold. His whole fucking 'security' bailed… then who the hell is this guy?"
Joongoo slid his katana back into its sheath, amusement dancing across his face. His tone was almost playful as he muttered,
"Now, that's a good fucking question. Who is he?"
The man in question, Kitae Kim, stepped forward. Towering, shoulders squared like a beast let loose, his grin was sharp.
"You think you're tough? You look like you crawled out of a fucking grave."
Yuujin's voice was flat. Dead.
"But it's better than fighting like a dog."
Kitae's grin widened. "So you wanna fight, huh? You his savior?"
Yuujin didn't answer with words. His body shifted into a stance—sharp, defensive, cautious. Kitae let out a short laugh, teeth bared.
"Looks like that's a yes."
He blurred forward, closing the gap in an instant, throwing a clean hook to the jaw. Yuujin's arm snapped up, blocking. Kitae slammed another shot to the chest—Yuujin absorbed it on his forearm.
Yuujin slid back, keeping distance. Kitae chased him down, punches flying in a wild storm. Yuujin weaved, dodged, silent.
Jake's eyes widened.
"Holy shit… this guy's good. His speed—his defense—it's sharper than mine."
Joongoo tilted his head, watching like a hawk, then smirked.
"That man… is strong. Even though he just jumped in, his power is clean. Kitae might even fucking lose."
For the first time in the night, Joongoo's grin broke across his face.
"Would be nice to fight him myself."
Kitae roared, fists hammering forward, Yuujin slipping past every strike.
"Stop fucking moving, dammit!"
Finally, a fist connected. The heavy crack echoed as Yuujin's back hit the wall—cornered. But he didn't fall. He absorbed it, his body rooted, shifting into a sharp Kyokushin Karate stance. His head tilted, eyes cold as ice.
"You're weaker than you look."
Daniel's voice cut through the tension, low and uncertain.
"That stance… it's the same as Master Gun's."
Yuujin's head snapped toward him. The air dropped, sharp and suffocating. It was like snow had swallowed the arena. Daniel's chest tightened—he froze, body screaming to run. The man in front of him wasn't human anymore. He was a monster.
"You know Gun… Park?"
The question hit like a death sentence. Daniel's throat locked. His body moved before his brain did—he nodded frantically.
"Ye… sss."
Yuujin's lips stretched into a smile. Too wide. Ear to ear. His eyes lit up, hungry. He had found his reason.
The next second, Kitae Kim—200 pounds of solid muscle—was airborne, body smashing into a steel bunker with a violent crash.
And Yuujin just stood there, smiling. Kyokushin Karate posture firm, fist still smoking from a straight punch that looked too normal for what it just did.
Everyone froze.
Jake's jaw dropped.
"The fuck… what the actual fuck!?"
The arena was silent except for Kitae groaning in the wreckage. And Yuujin Jin stood tall in the center, no longer just a stranger—he was a monster unleashed.
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Author Note: This is a Remastered Version of my First Chapter. It is now more logical and descriptive. I will master the First, 5 Chapters.