"Ohi…"
A boy with black hair, around fifteen, stopped at the mouth of a narrow alley. His voice was calm, almost casual, but it made the thief inside freeze mid-motion.
The thief turned, still holding a dagger at the girl he was trying to rob. Both the girl and the thief blinked when they saw the boy standing there.
"Is that… that American actor… Brad Spitt— no, Pitt! Brad Pitt!" the thief blurted, face twisting in confusion.
The girl's eyes instantly turned into hearts. "No… Brad Pitt is too ugly compared to him…"
The boy chuckled lightly, brushing his hand through his hair. "Hehe… I know. I'm perfect."
The thief snapped out of his daze with a growl. "What the hell am I doing?! Who cares how perfect you are, brat?!" He raised the dagger threateningly. "I'll chop you up if you don't leave right now!"
The boy took a step forward, unbothered. "Something so imperfect like you doesn't even deserve to look at me… let alone give me orders."
Both the thief and the girl blinked. Even she started to think— does this guy seriously have a god-complex about himself? Well... how can I blame him...
"Stop spouting nonsense, you crazy—" The thief lunged with the knife.
But in the next instant, he was on the ground. His weapon was gone, and when he looked up, the boy was holding it in his hand as if it had always been his.
"Scram."
The single word froze the thief's blood. He scrambled to his feet and bolted out of the alley.
The boy turned to the girl. "You're safe now, girl."
Before she could reply, he flicked the knife with surgical precision. It whistled through the air and embedded in the wall just above a black cat that had been sneaking toward an apartment window. The startled animal hissed and fled.
"Consider it an honor," the boy said, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeve. "Being saved by me, Kaito Matsuda, doesn't happen every day."
He walked away without another word, leaving the girl completely speechless.
Her thoughts echoed the obvious.
Yeah… he definitely has a god-complex about himself.
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Kaito Matsuda strode toward Karakura High School, his perfect posture and confident gait parting the sea of students like a blade. At fifteen, he was already legendary, nicknamed by the media: "Incarnation of Pride."
Since he was seven, he had been the unbeaten world champion of Judo, Karate, Kendo, Taekwondo, Ju Jitsu, and Kung Fu. Every opponent had been nothing more than a trivial annoyance—pathetic, laughable, unworthy of his attention. Rarely did a match last more than three or four moves. By the time he was fourteen, he had stopped competing entirely.
"Too boring," he had said once, yawning. "A box bag entertains me more than those ridiculous beginners."
It was no surprise that everyone at Karakura High despised him. He never spoke to anyone, claiming they were too ugly to approach. Teachers' questions went unanswered. Exams were nothing more than casual amusement; he aced every one effortlessly, without studying. Even IQ tests were beneath him—measuring only a fraction of his genius. IQ 300? Child's play.
As Kaito approached the school, a small, shimmering outline appeared near the entrance.
A ghost.
He squinted, observing the faint form. I can even see ghosts… he mused, smirking. I wonder… is there something I can't do?
He pretended not to notice. Caution was prudent—he had no idea if the spirit might attack if it realized he could see it. Some things weren't worth risking.
Passing through the entrance gate, Kaito's stride continued unbothered. But suddenly, someone collided with him.
He looked down, towering at 1.90 meters, his core unshakable, perfectly balanced. On the ground, sprawled and flustered, was Orihime Inoue.
Long auburn hair framed her wide, heart-shaped face, and her warm brown eyes reflected embarrassment and worry.
"S-sorry, Kaito-san…" Orihime stammered, cheeks flushed.
Kaito didn't even slow. His eyes flicked down to her crumpled shirt.
"That's what you get for slightly crumpling my shirt," he said with absolute nonchalance, stepping around her and continuing onward. Orihime remained on the ground, speechless.
"Ohi, Kaito!"
A familiar voice rang out behind him.
Kaito sighed. He already knew who it was.
"You piece of shit!" Tatsuki Arisawa exclaimed, her short brown hair bouncing as she stomped forward. Her athletic build and determined eyes made her a formidable figure, and her anger radiated like heat.
"You have no sha—" she started to scold, but Kaito cut her off with effortless ease.
"Tatsuki… you are not worthy of scolding me," he said, voice calm and unbothered, walking away as if dismissing her very existence.
"Kaito! Get back here!" she screamed, but even she knew she dared not attack him. Though he had retired from formal competition, Kaito still frequented the martial arts club. And whenever he did, he humiliated anyone foolish enough to challenge him. Tatsuki had been one of the most targeted.
Kaito's shoulders remained relaxed, his expression utterly serene. He was untouchable, untouchably perfect, and entirely aware of it.
To be continued...
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This was the first chapter? How was it? Liked it?
I know you probably hate the MC right now, but I wanted to differ a bit.