The dawn was crisp, the air heavy with anticipation. Daniel Park stood atop the steps of his middle school, the Union behind him like a wall of black steel and disciplined intent. Today wasn't about intimidation alone—it was about expansion, domination, and precision.
From the first glance, Daniel's gaze swept the horizon. Rival schools dotted the city like small fortresses, each a pocket of resistance yet to be crushed. But none of them knew the truth: the boy at the center of this storm, with calm, ruthless eyes, controlled an army that operated like a single organism.
The first strike fell at Seojin Middle. Union captains, black trench coats gleaming, coordinated foot soldiers in synchronized formations. A team of lieutenants neutralized sentries and teachers trying to interfere. Chaos erupted as Daniel moved through the courtyard, his small frame belied the lethal efficiency of his movements.
A student charged at him, wielding a metal rod. Daniel sidestepped, ducking under the swing, his fist snapping out with a precise jab to the ribs. The student crumpled, gasping, while another tried to flank him with a baseball bat. Daniel's foot caught the boy mid-step, sweeping him off balance, and a Muay Thai knee followed, sending the student sprawling. A swift spinning Aikido throw finished the third attack, leaving the crowd paralyzed with fear.
In classrooms and corridors, whispers ran wild: "He's a kid… but he's unstoppable." "Did you see that? That small boy just demolished three seniors." Teachers tried to intervene, but Union lieutenants and captains maintained strict control, allowing no interruption.
As Seojin Middle fell in a matter of hours, Union units moved simultaneously to Geumcheon and Dalseo Middle. Coordination was flawless. Foot soldiers clashed with rival factions, wrestling them to the ground. Wielding knives, rods, and pipes, Daniel's soldiers crushed resistance with lethal precision. Yet Daniel himself rarely engaged directly, preferring to appear at decisive moments—picking up an overzealous attacker, slamming them into walls, breaking bones with calculated strikes.
Every attack was observed, every movement logged. By mid-morning, the news spread like wildfire. Rival schools that had not yet been touched watched from a distance, fear replacing bravado: "The Union… it's led by a kid?" "And he's controlling this entire faction?" "We can't stand against him… it's over before it even begins."
Daniel's personal touches only amplified the terror. A flick of his hand sent a student flying across the courtyard; a cold, cruel smile silenced an entire group of whispering seniors. Each action reinforced the myth: this wasn't just a middle school gang—it was a disciplined empire, led by a calculating, merciless leader.
By afternoon, the Union controlled four rival schools, each conquered with speed and precision that defied logic. Regional middle school factions, previously indifferent, began to shift uneasily. Discussions in classrooms and offices alike focused on the mysterious young leader: "Who is he? Where did he come from?" "His soldiers… they fight like professionals." "If we don't act, our schools will be next."
Daniel stood atop the steps of the last conquered school, surveying the field. Yet unseen behind the chaos, the Union's symbol—no longer a name, just a shadow of authority—cast itself over the city's middle school landscape.
His conquest had begun, and by the end of the week, few would dare oppose the name Daniel Park, the boy who moved like a storm and struck like a shadow.
The province's middle schools would kneel, willingly or not.
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