I understand that last chapter might have thrown some people off. My apologies. I hope in the future chapters you guys can see why I kind of forced that a bit. I didn't mean to make it that forced, but I'm not the best author as of now. It was kind of crude ngl. Anyways, it has a core purpose, so please don't hate it too much. Have a good day, and please stay safe always.
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[Present - 2nd Story Boys Bathroom - Malyeon High School - Lance POV]
Daniel stands staring at his savior with his mouth agape.
"Ramyeon?" He finally utters.
I grin, finding his confusion even funnier knowing that in his head he's probably doing that overdramatic internal screaming that he did from the early chapters.
Probably something like,"RAMYEON?! HE JUST BEAT THE BRAKES OFF OF LOGAN AND THE OTHERS BEFORE I COULD REACT, AND ALL HE TALKS ABOUT IS RAMYEON?!?!"
But since I obviously can't read his thoughts I couldn't confirm.
Dammit. It would've been funny as hell to hear it though...
After a moment, he looks over at me and says, "There's a good Ramyeon at a bunsik ran by an old lady a few minutes from here. If you want, we could go over there."
I jump up excitedly. I'm not acting either. I didn't get to eat earlier because of the situation of me being gawker at like a rare breed in a zoo. After that it was talking with Sunhee, then I ended up fighting Logan Lee and that soccer guy whose name I can never remember, even when reading Logan Lee's backstory.
So... yeah. It's safe to say I'm famished.
Daniel smiles slightly, thinking this kid... He seems so weird. Like... a Chūnibyō with fighting skills. He seems like a good kid though. But I'm honestly jealous. What would it be like to be him?
"Daniel! You must take me there! I'll even pay!" I say, putting a hand on his shoulder dramatically.
Daniel laughs, a genuine laugh, for the first time in feels like forever to him.
"Alright. I'll take you. Let's go," He says turning to leave. But when he doesn't see me following him, he turns back.
"Uhhh... Lance? D-do you not want to go after all," he asks hesitantly, his old insecurities returning full force again.
I shake my head before replying,"No, hyung. It's not that but... I don't want us to draw attention. If we go downstairs we definitely will."
Chairman Choi might have eyes on Daniel right now. I stand out and so does Daniel... though it's not in a good way. Anyways, I need to get Daniel to rely on me without compromising him getting his second body.
To the side, unbeknownst to me, Daniel watches me think hard in confusion.
Suddenly, an idea hits me.
"Ahaaa!" I yell suddenly, causing Daniel to Yelp with surprise and stare at me like I'm crazy.
"Lance," He says in a wary tone. "What are you yelling for, exactly?" He acts.
Instead of answering him, I pick him up with my right hand and casually sling him over my shoulder.
"H-hey!" Daniel stutters in surprise as his legs instinctively kick in the air. "What are you doing?" he finishes, hanging from my shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
I grin and reply with genuine excitement, "Hyung, I'm saving time for us. I'm taking us the easiest way down. Trust me, no one will see us leave. I promise!"
Before he even has the chance to respond, I use my free left hand to shatter the bathroom window with a single punch.
CRASH!
The sound of the window shattering is, for some reason, extremely loud. Possibly because I'm in a fictional world, I think to myself.
Without a second thought, I launch myself out of the window with Daniel still slung over my shoulder.
However, unlike me, Daniel is not even the slightest bit composed. In fact, he's about as far from composed as a person could get.
As indicated by his shrill screams, he completely defeated the purpose of escaping undetected.
"O-OOOOOHHHHH, GOOOOOOOOD!!" he screams as I fall toward the ground from the second-story window with him in tow.
The split second before I hit the ground, I have an epiphany. Wouldn't this be the perfect time to test out {Absolute Healing Factor}?
So, I decide not to attempt a safe landing, opting instead to let nature run its course. As it happens, my feet are the first to hit the ground. However, it wasn't in a perfect manner like earlier this morning when I flipped off the wall.
My left foot lands wrong, and a sickening CRUNCH echoes, followed almost instantly by the equally concerning CRACK of my right foot.
Then comes the pain. White-hot pain like nothing I have ever felt before. I almost cried out.
Dammit! Almost messed up my vibe, I think to myself. But even as I'm thinking that, I feel my ankles and feet, as well as my lower shins, repair themselves.
I look down almost as soon as I feel the sensation, but in the time it takes for me to feel the healing and look down to see it, I am already completely healed.
Well, I think, at least I know it works, but I still wish I'd seen it.
A groan next to me, followed by a puking sound, jerks me out of my thoughts. It is Daniel.
At first, I assumed he was puking because he didn't like heights, let alone falling from them in an uncomfortable position. But his next words shock me.
"Lance, your ankles! Your ankles are broken! I saw the bone sticking out of one of—Blurgh!" He couldn't finish the sentence because he puked again, remembering the sight.
"Big Bro," I say, putting on my best 'confused innocent junior' face. "My ankles are fine, though?" I finish, pointing to my healed ankles.
Daniel's jaw drops as he stammers, "W-wh— how...?" He stares intently at my ankles.
"It's nice to see that Hyung was worried about me, though," I say, laughing and jumping up to my feet.
Daniel can't even formulate a coherent response through his confusion and adrenaline-fueled state.
He merely nods before saying absent-mindedly, "R-right."
I pull out a phone that I grabbed from Logan's unconscious body and quickly dial 119.
The dispatcher asks what the emergency is, and I reply in my brst terrified nerd in the locked stall impression, "Yeah, I'm at Malyeon High. I just saw a first-year named Logan Lee push another student's head through the bathroom window. I'm scared, please send help!"
The dispatcher immediately sends out patrol officers who are nearby, promising that everything will be fine and that help is on the way.
Daniel watches me lie with a dumbstruck look on his face. After I hang up, I laugh loudly before saying, "Daniel! We still gotta get that Ramyun!"
Half-dragging Daniel off, we set off at a jog toward the bunsik that Daniel told me about, smiles on our faces.
[3rd Person POV – Malyeon High Second-Story Boy's Bathroom]
While Lance and Daniel were setting off, Logan Lee and his accomplices were being questioned by the authorities.
"We got a call regarding this window and you, kid. Care to explain?" the first officer, a middle-aged man with a receding hairline, asks Logan disinterestedly.
But Logan isn't paying attention. In his hand is a note that he found tucked in his pocket when he woke up. The note reads:
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Logan Lee, Boss of Malyeon High.
Make no mistake. The person who KO'ed you on your fat ass in one punch was none other than Middle School second-year Lance Park, the younger brother of Daniel Park. If you want revenge, come to the address 14XX-XXXXXX in Seoul in 12 days at midnight. He'll be there.
P.S. If you mention anything about this letter to anyone, the video of your defeat today will be posted online. So keep quiet, yeah?
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Logan's eyes are red with fury, and the letter is crushed in his oversized fist.
Who wrote the letter?
Of course, it was Lance.
But why?
Well, let's just say that in Korea, a new crew is about to be born. And the person assembling it, is anything but ordinary.
[Ramyun Shop – Unknown Location]
[3rd Person POV]
A piggy looking kid sat next to an impossibly good-looking kid eating Ramen. The attractive kid's white hair glowed in the evening sun.
"Hyung," the white-haired kid says, noisily slurping up his fifth bowl of Ramyun.
"Hmm?" the other kid inquires, also on his fifth bowl.
"Isn't it cool?" the kid asks.
"Isn't what cool?" Daniel asks.
"Legends. The best legends start with the simplest moments," the albino kid says.
"Yeah, I guess so..." Daniel replies.
[End of Chapter 3]
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Sorry for the Delay, everybody. Fir some reason, this chapter didn't satisfy me, so I kept editing until I got pissed off. In case ur wondering, it still doesn't satisfy me for some reason. Anyways, I'm pumping out these chapters fast, because my head is like a maelstrom of ideas and things 2 do. So I'm putting these first few out here, but I'll try to go back thru and smooth out the plot wrinkles and fill back up any plot holes. Also, please give me feedback on the feedback page I'll be posting soon. Thanks for sticking with me and supporting my work. It means the world to me. Also, if we get to 50 Powerstones by Christmas, you will get to vote on an oc fir the story! Please stay well and enjoy the holiday festivities or your culture/religion/beliefs equivalent!