The weak boy was no longer weak — he had grown into a young man.
Young man (in his thoughts): "The reason I came here is because I've been through so many events in my life, and I know that even more hardships are waiting for me. But I'm ready… ready to face them without breaking."
The young man is now 14 years old. He appears emotionless, yet the only emotion he can feel is anger. He wishes he could feel other emotions too. Even when he rubbed onions and pepper into his eyes, he still couldn't cry.
**Young man (in his thoughts): "I've gotten used to this village.
Joining the village's boxing club has already made my name known around here.
I even became the champion of the national youth boxing tournament.
But what surprises people isn't my title — it's the fact that I became a boxing champion without ever taking off my mask."**
Of course, I get a lot of questions:
"Why don't you ever take off your mask and black sunglasses?"
"Don't they cause any problems for you?"
"How can you even see through them?"
Blah blah…
"I can defeat my opponent with a single punch.
And I don't even use 5% of my strength for that… if I'm not mistaken."
Ting, ting, ting… the school bell rang.
Young man (in his thoughts): "This is my first time ever coming to a place called school. For the entire 14 years of my life, I've never stepped into a school before… and today, here I am."
"The reason they accepted me is simple: even though I never studied in any school before, I passed an extremely difficult entrance exam with a perfect score."
"They said they couldn't let a genius like me slip away, so they admitted me."
"And maybe… they accepted me because of the reputation I earned back in my village."
"The school expects great achievements from me…"
The classroom was empty; the young man sat alone.
Suddenly, a group of girls entered the room.
But the moment they noticed him, they immediately quieted down and took their seats.
The girls whispered among themselves:
"Who is he?"
"He looks scary to me…"
"What if he turns out to be a maniac?"
"Stop talking nonsense! Why would he be a maniac…"
Their whispers filled the room.
The young man noticed everything, understood it all, yet ignored them and sat silently.
Soon after, the boys began entering the classroom as well.
The boys walked in. The class ataman said, "Hmm… who is this… a new student?"
The second "ataman" added, "Impossible… it's really him…"
"You're standing in front of a champion."
(Ermek, the second ataman of the boy's class, is also currently participating in boxing. He started boxing two years before the boy. He is one of the elite boxing students of the boxing club and is currently a huge fan of the boy.)
The class ataman said, "Oh… hmm, interesting. Why is he covering his face? Is he really that ugly?" Ha ha ha ha, he laughed.
Ermek said, "Hey… Bakzhan, don't say that. You know how strong he is, right? You wouldn't want to make him angry like that."
Bakzhan replied, "Haha… really?"
"But his appearance is quite… intriguing…" As he reached to remove the mask…
The boy caught his hand and stopped him.
Bakzhan exclaimed, "Ff… Ayy… what kind of strength is this!?"
The class was stunned. The boy had unknowingly grabbed his hand so tightly that he could have broken it.
The boy said, "Oh, I apologize, but I don't think it's right to touch someone else's life without permission."
Ermek said, "Champ, don't be upset… I'll explain it to that fool later."
Bakzhan shouted, "Ah, damn!!! You…!" and lunged at the boy, but the class teacher walked in…
The class teacher burst in, eyes wide. "What's going on here?!!! Instead of making friends with the new student, you're… what is this?"
Bakzhan quickly lowered his head. "I-I'm sorry, Teacher," he mumbled.
The boy spoke calmly, his voice even, yet firm. "It's alright, Teacher. Don't worry about them. Forgive them—I'm partly at fault too."
The teacher's expression softened. "Alright then… if you forgive them, I have no objections either."
He turned to the boy. "So, new student, why don't you introduce yourself? The floor is yours."
The boy stepped into the center of the room, standing tall and composed. "My full name is Aibar Rasululy. It's a pleasure to meet you all."
The class teacher smiled warmly. "Wonderful… 'Aibar' is a very strong and noble name. Oh! Since we're introducing ourselves, I should too. I'm Erbol Bakytzhanuly. Just call me Teacher Erbol."
Teacher Erbol glanced at his watch. "I have some matters to attend to, so I'll leave you all to talk and get to know each other." With that, he stepped out.
No sooner had the door closed than the first-period teacher walked in, and the lesson began without missing a beat.
Classes are starting to alternate... And Aybar has already become the teachers' favorite student. Ting, ting, ting... The bell has rung. The last lesson is about to start—it's break time.
Bakzhan (looking at Aybar): "Anyway, I'm not like certain people. Yes, I'm a troublemaker, but that's exactly why people like me, and that's why I have a lot of friends."
"But some people don't show their real face, pretend to be someone respectable, acting like they're above everyone else."
"Even though he wants to seem special and different from everyone, he doesn't even realize that he's scaring all the girls away."
"I'm sure you understand who I'm talking about, 'newbie'."
"In one word, you're the one making yourself unlikeable—it's you yourself. And because of this arrogance of yours, I'm gradually starting to really hate you."
"You get it, right?"
"While I, compared to you, am a much more open, cheerful, and fun guy..."
Aybar: "Hmm... arrogance?"
"Interesting..."
Bakzhan: "What's so interesting? I've always hated guys like you."
Aybar: "Hate... I think 'envy' or 'jealousy' would be more accurate."
"Because I haven't bragged at all up to this day. And even if the day comes when I do brag, you shouldn't oppose me. After all, I've already proven long ago that I'm strong."
"Moreover, the feeling of arrogance doesn't exist in my mind at all."
"On the contrary, seeing my real face might have an unpleasant effect on you all."
"Ahh... do you want to see my face?"
"But that might be too much for you to handle..."
Bakzhan: "Hey... you arrogant jerk, what exactly are you trying to say with that...?"
Aybar: "Nothing special... hmm... so, do you still want to see my real face? Fine, then gather all the guys in this school who can fight."
"If you manage to beat me, I'll show you my real face."
"And again, you can bring sticks, weapons, or whatever—you're free to use anything. As for me, I'll fight without using either of my hands..."
When the teachers heard this, they were against it. However, this school ranked first in Kazakhstan for delinquency. The students didn't even obey the teachers. For the time being, they were holding themselves back, avoiding loud noise or fights. To keep order, they temporarily followed the teachers' instructions.
Aybar's bold words spread quickly throughout the school. After hearing about him, many students wanted to see him and judge his reputation for themselves. All of them came to challenge him. Almost all the male students in the school gathered.
Some of the delinquents were furious. Aybar seemed to look down on them, and when he said, "You can even use weapons if you want," it enraged them.
According to the delinquents,
"No matter how many championships Aybar has won, he's still human. He has no right to talk like that. We need to teach him a lesson."
Anger turned into a twisted plan: to break Aybar's arms and legs and cripple him.
The fight began.
The strongest delinquent attacked first. Aybar effortlessly avoided his clumsy blows without taking a single hit. The others rushed in, swinging whatever weapons they could find, yet none of them managed to strike Aybar.
Moving at incredible speed, Aybar dodged and defended, deliberately prolonging the fight.
The strongest delinquent shouted,
"Coward… you're weak!"
The moment Aybar heard those words, his anger exploded. He immediately launched a counterattack. Without any difficulty, Aybar crushed them all. His strikes were so perfectly calculated that each kick was enough to knock someone down.
Students and teachers watching from the windows were in shock.
Aybar looked at them coldly and said,
"I've won. Now tell me… who's weak?"
After that, Aybar spoke again,
"Fine. Even though I defeated you, no one has dared to see this cursed mask of mine. Yes, if I take it off, I might scare all of you. But I think the time has come. You were curious about my face and wanted to see it. I want you to accept me for who I am."
"Alright…"
He removed his dark glasses, then slowly took off his mask.
Everyone froze.
Dead silence.
Aybar slowly opened his eyes.
Black hair. Handsome features. An athletic build visible from his sharp jawline. Over 190 cm tall. Beautiful, glowing red eyes. A small black stud beneath his lower lip. Calm… yet overwhelmingly attractive.
Students and teachers:
"Wooooow…"
Girls:
"The most handsome boy in the world!"
"My prince…"
Boys:
"Amazing…"
"I envy him…"
Teachers whispered,
"He said we'd be scared. I thought his face might be disfigured… but how could someone hide looks like that? He's every girl's dream."
Aybar, expressionless:
"Huh…?"
The delinquents realized they could never treat him like a toy. With no choice left, they accepted their defeat.
The final class continued. Almost every girl in the classroom had fallen in love with Aybar, unable to take their eyes off him.
Classes ended. Aybar returned home.
He was greeted by his mentor and servant, Azamat.
Azamat:
"Sir, how was your first day at school?"
Aybar:
"Good."
Azamat:
"Sir, if you have time later, could you take a look at some of my damaged parts?"
(When Aybar was 10 years old, a mysterious explosion occurred. Azamat lost his entire body in that incident. Fortunately, his internal organs remained intact, and Aybar restored him. However, his body was no longer human — it had become mechanical, closer to a machine.)
Aybar:
"Of course. If you want, I can check them right now."
Azamat:
"No, sir. Please eat your meal first."
Aybar:
"Alright."
Aybar (thinking):
"I promise again, mentor… I will restore your human body. I am obligated to do so. You ended up like this because you protected me. I'm sorry…"
Azamat:
"Ah… Sir, are you thinking about that incident again? Don't worry. You weren't at fault."
Aybar:
"No, mentor. I wasn't thinking about it. Don't worry. I'll eat quickly."
Azamat (thinking):
"No, Aybar… I know you too well. Whenever you remember that incident, it shows on your face. I remember your promise — and I'm willing to wait as long as it takes."
With those thoughts, Azamat went into the laboratory.
After finishing his meal, Aybar went to resolve his mentor's issues. Once he was done, he spent some time tending to his garden. Later, when night fell, he went to bed on time and fell asleep.
The next day, morning came. Aybar woke up early, ate the breakfast his mentor had prepared, and went to school. He arrived early, wiped the blackboard, watered the flowers, rinsed the rags, and made everything neat and tidy. Later, the other students arrived. The teacher came in, and the mathematics lesson began. After the math class ended, the next lesson started, and it also ended. According to the schedule, it was time for Aybar to eat. After finishing his meal, he went out to wash his hands, planning to clean up afterward, but he left without tidying up.
When Aybar returned, the class monitor was waiting for him.
(The class monitor's name was Symbat. She had been ranked first as the top student in the entire school—until Aybar arrived, of course. She sat next to Aybar at the same desk.)
Symbat: "Why did you leave without cleaning up after yourself? How rude."
Aybar's expression darkened as he walked toward the class monitor. He backed her up against the wall, then placed one hand against the wall beside her and looked straight at her.
"I'm sorry," he said gently. "I went to wash my hands and was planning to clean up afterward. I'll do it now."
Aybar cleaned up.
The class monitor stood frozen in place, unable to take her eyes off Aybar.
(Symbat, in her thoughts): "What is this feeling? Is he really like this…?"
"Wait… am I starting to fall in love with him?"
"Impossible."
Her cheeks turned red.
Classes continued, starting and ending one after another. Physical education—the fourth lesson—began. The boys were in the locker room, changing their clothes. Aybar walked in. He also began changing, and the moment he took off his white shirt, all the boys froze with their mouths open.
The boys exclaimed, "What an incredible body… the abs, the muscles—everything is clearly visible. Amazing. No extra fat, perfectly built, a dream physique for any guy."
Aybar said, "Let's go. Hmm… what's wrong? Why are you all staring like that?"
"Hurry up and get outside."
So the physical education class began. First came the warm-up, and then they started playing football on the school stadium field. But for Aybar, the school stadium felt small. From the first goal to the second, he was scoring goals effortlessly with powerful shots.
The boys were afraid to try to stop his shots, because the balls Aybar kicked flew with tremendous force.
However, Aybar then switched to dribbling and scoring that way, deliberately shooting as gently as he could. Even then, it was impossible to take the ball away from him.
The lesson ended, and everyone went back to the locker room to change. Aybar stayed behind, making sure everything was in order. As he was heading toward the locker room, suddenly…
He noticed a floating figure. Realizing this was not a good sign, Aybar immediately contacted Azamat…
The hovering figure said, "My name is Asanali."
"I am giving orders—have the school principal come before me."
"Hurry up, or I'll drag them here myself. I give you 10 seconds..."
Aybar replied, "Who do you think you are, giving orders?"
"Have you never heard the saying, 'An uninvited guest sits where they shouldn't'? Know your place…"
He began approaching Asanali with slow, deliberate steps.
Asanali, getting angry, snapped, "What did you say?"
"Alright… fine. I'm not a guest anyway."
"You're brave. Are you rushing to your death?"
Before Asanali could finish, Azamat arrived and handed Aybar his weapons.
Aybar told his mentor to leave.
Asanali shouted, "You're ignoring me!?"
"How dare you!" and began striking Aybar with electricity.
Aybar's first weapon was a wrist device, creating a virtual shield. The shield appeared, and Aybar defended himself.
He held the defense as best he could.
However, the strikes were like being hit by a moving vehicle, heavy and relentless.
Aybar's second weapon was a dual-handed sword.
He took the sword and began counterattacking.
Aybar lifted off the ground as if jumping up stairs in midair.
But hovering required a lot of energy and strength from his legs.
He attacked back, but Asanali also had a protective layer—he controlled wind, fire, and electricity.
A layer of wind shielded his body completely.
Aybar's attacks were useless.
Asanali attacked and counterattacked simultaneously, and then used a gust of wind to send Aybar flying a long distance like a mosquito.
Outside, someone else remained—Symbat.
Asanali noticed her: "Hmm… who's this? I don't care," and began shooting electricity at her.
Aybar intercepted the electric strikes with his body.
His clothes caught fire. Aybar tore them off.
His back was covered in blood.
Aybar handed the shield to the class monitor.
"I may not be able to block all the strikes with my body, but I'll act as a shield for you," he said.
"Go through that open window into the classroom."
Asanali continued attacking, trying to strike Aybar with electricity.
Symbat returned the shield to Aybar.
Aybar's entire body was burning and he grew weak…