The morning sun broke through the smog like a blade drawn from its sheath.
Cheonggyecheon was already alive—buses groaned at every corner, vendors barked orders over the hiss of grills, and the scent of tteok-bokki and steamed bread wove through the streets like threads of heat and sugar.
Apollo adjusted his collar as he crossed the iron gates of Cheongdam Middle High, the school's golden emblem gleaming against deep navy fabric. The air here felt different—brisk, sharp, disciplined. Laughter clung to the courtyard, but beneath it was the silent hum of social order.
The blood pulsed faintly under his skin. It wasn't loud, not yet—just an electric rhythm that made his senses stretch a little further than normal. His gaze swept across the students:
the sporty types clustered near the gym, girls comparing lip tints under the shade of the cherry trees, and a group of boys exuding confidence and easy dominance—the kind who didn't need to speak to be noticed.
> [System Notice]
New Zone Detected — Cheongdam Middle High
Apollo's lips curved faintly. "Step one—observe," he murmured, then took his first step toward the building.
The Classroom
Class 2-B was halfway through morning chatter when the sliding door opened.
The soft click of it silenced the room faster than any bell.
Standing in the doorway was a boy with eyes too calm for his age, his black hair slightly tousled yet deliberate, like it refused to obey gravity. His uniform was immaculate, his posture straight—too straight, like a soldier in a student's body.
A few murmurs rippled across the desks.
> "Whoa… he's tall."
"He looks kinda cool… or scary."
Ms. Han turned from the chalkboard, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her tone was steady—warm but authoritative.
"Class, attention please. We have a new transfer student today. This is Apollo Yamazaki. He's come from Busan. Let's make him feel welcome."
A few students clapped half-heartedly. Most just stared.
Apollo bowed slightly, his voice calm, almost too even. "Nice to meet you all. I'll be in your care."
The teacher scanned the room, tapping the chalk against her palm.
"Let's see… there's an empty seat in the back, second from the window. You can sit there, Apollo."
A whisper rippled across the room.
"Is he half-Japanese?"
"He looks kinda scary…"
"Bro's too composed for middle school."
The teacher smiled and pointed toward an empty seat near the back. "You can sit behind Min-seo."
As Apollo walked down the aisle, he caught faint murmurs.
"Don't bother Tae-min," someone whispered.
"Yeah, that guy at the back — curly hair. He's trouble."
At the far corner, Yoon Tae-min sat slouched against the wall, feet on his desk, tapping a pencil in rhythm. His smirk widened as Apollo passed.
"So you're the new pretty boy," Tae-min muttered, just loud enough. "Hope you're not allergic to pain."
Apollo paused for half a second. His eyes flicked — not with fear, but assessment.
> [Observation: C- tier subject detected.]
[Analysis: Muscular rhythm — inconsistent. Aggression type: reactive.]
[SUBJECT SCAN – Yoon Tae-min]
Name: Yoon Tae-min
Age: 14
Tier: C-
Attributes:
Strength – C (Solid, but concentrated in upper body)
Speed – D (Average, reactive)
Reflex – D (Predictable under stress)
Stamina – D+ (Can sustain moderate brawls, fatigues under prolonged fight)
Focus – E+ (Ego-driven, easily provoked)
Aura – D (Flickers with anger; unstable)
Skills:
Basic Striking – D+ (Self-taught punches; clean but predictable)
Push & Grab Combos – D (Improvised; effective against weaker opponents)
Wall & Locker Impact – D- (Uses environment to intimidate)
Crowd Manipulation – D+ (Commands minor subordinates; fear-based dominance)
He took his seat without a word.
That silence annoyed Tae-min more than any insult could.
— Break Time
Lunch bell. The classroom half-emptied, except for a cluster of Tae-min's crew. He tossed a milk carton, hitting Apollo's desk.
"Oops," Tae-min said, grinning. "Didn't mean to hit your royal table, Apollo,"
Apollo looked at the dented carton. "Then you should learn to aim."
A hush fell over the room.
Tae-min stood up, cracking his neck. "You've got a mouth. Let's see if your body matches it."
Before anyone could intervene, desks scraped.
Tae-min grabbed Apollo's collar — but his wrist froze mid-motion. Apollo's hand had already clamped his forearm, grip firm but effortless.
"Bad angle," Apollo said quietly. "You'll dislocate your elbow if you swing like that."
Tae-min's face twisted. "You—!"
He jerked his arm free and swung a wild hook.
Apollo tilted his head just slightly — the punch brushed past his cheek, the air grazing his ear.
That tiny movement made everyone gasp.
Tae-min stepped forward, trying to capitalize, but Apollo shifted his stance — left foot gliding half-circle, right fist chambering low.
Thud.
A short, compact punch sank into Tae-min's ribs — not enough to break, but enough to empty his breath.
Tae-min stumbled back, clutching his side, eyes wide. "You— you actually hit me…"
Apollo straightened, breathing steady. "You attacked first."
The Escalation
The crew started closing in.
"Yo, Tae-min, you good?"
"Let's jump him—"
Tae-min raised a hand, trembling with anger. "No. He's mine."
He lunged again — this time with better form, a low jab followed by a heavy right straight.
Apollo's pupils shrank. Observation Step — synchronization.
He pivoted, letting the jab graze his guard, ducked the straight, and countered with a quick body shot — then a short uppercut that barely missed Tae-min's chin.
Tae-min reeled, more from shock than pain. The new kid wasn't flinching.
He was reading him.
> [System Alert: Adrenaline surge detected. Bloodline Resonance: +12% neural sync.]
Apollo's breathing slowed even as his pulse spiked — the world narrowing to Tae-min's movements. Every twitch, every breath, every misplaced step was a flashing signal in his head.
Tae-min snarled and grabbed Apollo's shirt, slamming him into the chalkboard.
"Think you're tough, huh?!"
The class flinched — but Apollo didn't.
He lifted his knee sharply — hitting Tae-min's abdomen, forcing him to let go — then swept his leg, a half-spin kick aimed at his calf.
Tae-min collapsed to one knee, glaring up with bloodshot eyes.
Apollo stood over him, calm. "Walk away."
Tae-min spat to the side. "You think this is over? I'm not done—"
"Then learn when to stop."
The teacher's voice suddenly echoed from the hall.
"What's going on in there?!"
Desks shuffled, students scrambled to look innocent.
Apollo adjusted his uniform collar, eyes still locked on Tae-min's glare .
Tae-min smirked weakly. "You're dead after school."
Apollo said nothing — only smiled faintly. A spark of something else flickered in his eyes. Not fear. Excitement.
> [New Mission: "Dominance Establishment – Phase I"]
Objective: Defeat Yoon Tae-min within 24 hours.
Reward: +3,000 XP | Skill advance coupon]
The sun hung low over Cheongdam Middle School, its rays dragging long shadows across the cracked asphalt of the courtyard. The school day had ended, but the air buzzed — a static tension that hummed louder than the cicadas.
A crowd had gathered near the back lot — the unofficial battleground. Word had spread fast: "That new kid, Apollo, pissed off Tae-min."
The older boys leaned against the chain-link fence, smirking. A few underclassmen whispered nervously, clutching their phones. Even the delinquents from the next block showed up.
And at the center of it all stood Yoon Tae-min, flanked by fifteen of his so-called soldiers — a ragtag crew of smokers, slackers, and petty thieves. Their sneakers scuffed the dirt as they fanned out around Apollo.
Tae-min grinned, cracking his neck.
'',You got guts walking in here like you own the place."
Apollo didn't answer. He stood with his hands in his pockets, head tilted slightly — calm, almost detached. His uniform collar was half-loosened, and his eyes reflected something cold… something hungry.
> "You think ignoring me makes you cool?" Tae-min barked. "Boys, show him what happens to cocky kids."
The first wave came fast — four of them rushing from both sides.
[Apollo's POV]
The world slowed.
He saw their shoulders tense before their legs moved. One swung wide — predictable. Apollo's breath steadied.
He stepped in, not back.
A left jab parried one attacker's punch off-line; his right elbow shot forward, crashing into the boy's jaw.
CRACK!
Pain pulsed through Apollo's knuckle — a flash of adrenaline. Another boy lunged from the side — Apollo pivoted, shoulder rolling just enough to let the fist graze past his cheek. He countered with a sharp front kick to the ribs.
The impact echoed.
The boy folded, air leaving him in a wheeze.
The others hesitated. He wasn't supposed to hit that hard.
Dust rose around Apollo as the circle tightened again.
Fifteen had become eleven — the fallen groaned on the ground. Tae-min's smirk faltered slightly.
"Don't just stand there! Move!"
Five more charged. One swung a pipe.
Apollo ducked — barely.
The metal whistled over his head and struck the fence, sparking a brief metallic clang. He grabbed the wielder's wrist, twisted, and pulled him off balance — a pivot, a sharp knee to the stomach.
Another came from behind; Apollo sensed the air shift, spine prickling. He spun — forearm guard up — thud!
The punch landed, but he absorbed it, letting the momentum flow. His heel scraped the ground — perfect torque — a clean right hook to the temple.
THUMP!
Blood sprayed.
The boy crumpled.
Every impact made his heartbeat faster.
His muscles burned, but instead of tiring — he felt awake.
The world sharpened. Each motion, each breath of wind, every shifting shoe in the dirt — he could see it all.
A small grin curved his lips.
Tch. This feeling…
He had been holding back.
Tae-min finally moved. His silver aura shimmered, flickering with ego-fueled fury.
He jabbed clean — Apollo's head snapped back.
A fist caught him off guard — BAM!
His vision shook. His head snapped to the side.
The ground rushed up. He staggered, caught himself on one knee. Blood trickled down his lip.
Apollo hit the ground hard, gravel biting into his palm.
The crowd roared — "He's down!"
For a heartbeat, everything went silent.
A hook to the ribs followed. Pain flared.
For a moment, he stayed there, chest heaving. The copper taste of blood filled his mouth.
Then a grin crept up his face — sharp, bright, unshaken.
Pain wasn't fear. It was joy.
It was life.
Then… he laughed.
Low, rough, and alive.
"...Finally."
The spectators froze. Even Tae-min blinked.
Apollo rose — slower this time, but his posture had changed. His stance lowered, his weight centered. The grin stayed — faint but feral.
He exhaled — long and steady. His eyes darkened, focus absolute.
When the next boy lunged, Apollo moved first.
He sidestepped, hooked his heel around the opponent's ankle, and drove his elbow into his neck. The body dropped like dead weight.
He weaved through them like water — stepping, slipping, striking.
The crowd couldn't keep up; all they saw was movement — a blur of motion, fists colliding, knees driving, bodies falling.
One after another — until none stood between him and Tae-min.
Tae-min spat, stepping forward.
"You think this means you've won?!"
He rushed in, faster than the rest — his form sharper, his punches tighter.
Apollo blocked the first, ducked the second. Tae-min's third strike caught him clean in the face. Blood burst from Apollo's nose.
But Apollo didn't flinch. His grin widened.
He leaned forward, whispering — low enough for only Tae-min to hear:
"You hit harder than I thought."
Tae-min swung again.
Apollo's hand snapped up, catching his wrist.
Then — a hook. A body shot.
Another hook.
The rhythm became a drumbeat — each hit cleaner than the last, powered by precision rather than rage.
THUD.
BAM.
CRACK.
Tae-min's knees buckled. His guard broke.
The final punch lifted him off his feet and sent him sprawling into the dirt.
Silence.
Only Apollo's breath filled the courtyard — ragged but steady. Sweat dripped from his jaw. His knuckles trembled, not from fear, but exhilaration.
Apollo looked down at his bruised hands, then at Tae-min's unconscious form.
The faint hum of the System whispered like static in his skull.
> [Performance review complete. Reward: Skill coupon available.]
---
The crowd dispersed slowly, no one daring to speak.
Some whispered:
> "He took down all of Tae-min's guys…"
"Who even is that kid?"
"He smiled while fighting…"
Yumi stood by the gate, sketchbook half-lowered, eyes wide.
Apollo turned slightly, their gazes meeting — just for a second. She saw it — that faint darkness behind his calm.
He exhaled softly, walking past the unconscious bodies.
The wind shifted.
Inside him, that hum returned — deep and resonant, like a pulse of invisible heat.
Not words. Not the System.
Just instinct. Growth.
---
[Updated Physical Condition – Internal Recognition Only]
[ PANEL ]
Name: Apollo Yamazaki
Age: 12
Tier: D+ (Stabilized)
System Level: 1
Remaining XP: 3,423 → [Integrated into stat matrix]
Next Level Requirement: 1 / 10,000
Bloodlines:
• Yamazaki – Active (34%) ↑
• ??? – Dormant (Locked – Insufficient System Level)
Attributes:
Strength – D+
Speed – D
Reflex – D+
Stamina – C
Focus – D
Aura – D-
Skills:
Basic Boxing Fundamentals – D+ (15%)
Foundation Guard – D- (55%)
Observation Step – D- (60%)
Street Kick Combo – D+ (10%)
Breathing Regulation – D+ (15%)
The faint hum subsided. His body felt heavier — but alive.
He touched his split lip, smirked faintly.
> "Cheongdam's not so boring after all."
He slipped his hands into his pockets and walked off into the setting sun.
Behind him, Tae-min's crew groaned in the dirt — the first warning to the school:
A new name had arrived.
---
As the flicker faded, Apollo looked up at the crowd of students watching from the edges.
No one spoke. Their faces were a mix of shock and something close to fear.
A whisper cut through the silence.
> "That kid… he fights like a hound."
"Yeah… once he bites, he doesn't let go."
The fight ended with Apollo standing victorious, fifteen opponents routed or groaning in defeat, Tae-min humbled but alive, and the school buzzing with the first legend of the new transfer student: Apollo Yamazaki.
And Apollo, chest rising and falling, couldn't help but smile wider. Pain, chaos, adrenaline
— it had all been worth it. This is only the beginning.
Author Note
Since this is my first attempt at a detailed fight scene, I'd love feedback on what could be improved—whether it's pacing, descriptions, clarity of movement, or how the tension reads. Anything that can make the fight feel sharper, more intense, or more realistic would be really helpful.
Thanks for reading—and I hope the chaos, adrenaline, and excitement of this fight came through!
Next after some chapters there would be time skip so comment now if you any orginal character who have died to be alive