The boy's gaze darkened slightly.
He stood.
And finally looked at Ryo.
"Stop, this fight " he said calmly. "He's not fighting back."
Ryo tilted his head, amused.
"And who the hell are you, do you think you a big shot or something? "said angrily
The boy stepped forward.
"Fight me instead, you will see"
The crowd gasped.
Ryo blinked once.
Then smirked.
He raised a hand slightly.
One of his squad members stepped forward eagerly.
"Let me take him!"
The thug lunged, fist flying straight toward the newcomer's face.
The boy didn't move.
At the last second—
He lifted a single finger.
The punch stopped.
Blocked.
With one finger.
Silence crushed the air.
"One… finger?" someone whispered.
The boy flicked his wrist.
A sharp thud echoed.
The thug dropped instantly.
Unconscious.
Ryo's remaining five members stepped forward, fury replacing confidence.
"Get him!"
They rushed all at once.
The boy exhaled lightly.
The first punch came.
He sidestepped.
An elbow struck the attacker's neck—clean, precise. The boy collapsed.
Another leapt toward his head.
He caught the leg midair.
Twisted.
The attacker slammed into the ground.
A third tried to choke him from behind.
A swift backward kick drove into the attacker's stomach.
He crumpled.
The fourth hesitated.
The boy simply walked toward him.
That was enough.
The fourth turned and ran.
Chaos erupted in whispers.
"He beat five of them alone…"
"He's insane…"
Now only one person remained standing.
Ryo.
He cracked his knuckles slowly.
"Fine," he said. "I'll handle you myself."
He rushed forward.
This time, the air changed.
Their fists collided
Ryo was strong. Faster than the others. His strikes weren't sloppy.
He punched—
Blocked.
He kicked—
Barely dodged.
For a moment, it didn't look one-sided .
Ryo grabbed the boy's shirt during a grapple.
The fabric tore.
Silence fell instantly.
Under the ripped school uniform—
Black and red.
A different uniform.
Recognition spread like wildfire.
"Is that—?"
"No way…this is "
"That's a Dark Bulls uniform!"
"The Elite Four team?!"
Ryo's face drained of color.
His raised fist trembled.
"N-No way… That uniform…"
The boy didn't attack.
He didn't need to.
He stepped closer.
Ryo stepped back.
Sweat rolled down his temple.
Then suddenly—
Ryo laughed loudly.
Too loudly.
"Ahahaha! Man! We didn't know! Just jokes, yeah? We were just joking! Am I sir "said in sarcastic voice
No one laughed with him.
The boy's expression didn't change.
"Ryo," he said quietly, his voice colder than before. "You and your entire club… leave this school."
It wasn't a threat.
It was an order.
Ryo swallowed.
"W-We will! I—I was already planning to! Right, guys?!"
No one responded.
The crowd watched in stunned silence.
"He ordered Ryo…"
"And Ryo didn't even argue…"
Ryo backed away further.
For the first time—
He looked small.
The boy turned and walked back to Benji.
He knelt.
"Stand."
Benji tried.
His legs failed.
He collapsed forward.
Strong hands caught him before he hit the ground again.
"Don't let them kill your spirit," the boy said quietly.
Benji looked up, vision blurry.
"Why… help me…?"
The boy paused.
He didn't smile.
"I do not know."
He stood.
And began walking away.
"Wait—!" Benji called weakly. "Your name… please!"
The boy stopped.
For a moment, only the wind moved.
Then he glanced back slightly.
"Eliot Voltaire."
The name felt heavy.
Important.
Eliot walked away, the black-red uniform barely visible beneath his torn shirt.
The crowd parted without being told.
They were in disbelief about what just happened.
Benji remained standing there, trembling.
His fists slowly clenched.
For the first time—
He had hit Ryo.
It had been weak.
Pathetic, and a piece of shit being told by them
But he had stood.
Maybe…
Maybe I can change .
His eyes, once dull and invisible—
Held a spark.
Small.
But alive.