FALLEN KINGS

BROKEN EMPIREA Baki x Lookism Crossover FanfictionCHAPTER 1: THE FALL OF SEOULThe warehouse reeked of burnt metal and dried blood.Gun Park sat on a broken crate, methodically wrapping bandages around his forearm. The gash ran deep—courtesy of Doppo Orochi's final strike before Gun had managed to escape. His suit jacket was torn, his trademark sunglasses cracked and discarded in the corner.Three days. That's how long it had taken for Yujiro Hanma's network to crush everything they'd built."Still can't believe it," Goo Kim muttered from across the room, his golden hair matted with dirt and sweat. He was leaning against the wall, one arm cradled against his chest. "Workers gone. Big Deal absorbed. Hostel crushed. God Dog scattered." He let out a bitter laugh. "We're all that's left."Daniel Park—the smaller body—stood guard by the boarded window, his eyes constantly scanning the street outside. His other body was hidden elsewhere, insurance in case this safe house was discovered. The UI that had made him nearly untouchable felt useless now. He'd fought Musashi Miyamoto for thirty seconds before realizing the gap was insurmountable."Vasco's still unconscious," Johan Seong reported quietly, checking on the muscular fighter sprawled on a torn mattress in the corner. "Pickle hit him hard. Really hard.""We all got hit hard," Gun said coldly, lighting a cigarette with trembling hands—a rare show of weakness from the legendary fighter. "Eugene folded immediately when Oliva showed up. Samuel tried to fight and got his arm broken in twelve places. Jake Kim..." He paused, jaw clenching. "Jake Kim and Big Deal put up a fight. Doppo Orochi respected that before he crushed them anyway."The silence that followed was suffocating.Daniel finally spoke, his voice barely a whisper. "What about James Lee? Tom Lee? Jinyoung?""James surrendered," Goo said flatly. "Smartest thing he could've done. Tom Lee vanished—probably hiding like us. Jinyoung..." He shook his head. "Yujiro broke him personally. Made an example."Gun stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against concrete. "This is pathetic. We're hiding like rats while that monster reorganizes the entire underground world." His fists clenched until his knuckles went white. "Workers is now part of Oliva's North American division. Big Deal answers to Doppo's traditional arts network. Hostel—" his voice cracked slightly, "—Hostel's kids are in Pickle's brutal combat division.""And we can't do shit about it," Goo finished, unusually somber.Johan stood up, his eyes—those perfect copying eyes that had learned countless techniques—now filled with frustration. "We're not weak. We've fought wars. We've taken down crews, syndicates, entire organizations." His voice rose. "So why—""Because this isn't Seoul district fighting anymore," a new voice cut through the darkness.All five fighters immediately went into combat stance. Daniel's foresight awakening kicked in, Gun's killing intent flared, Johan's copying instinct activated—But the figure that emerged from the shadows made them all freeze.Red hair. Wild eyes. A presence that somehow felt both familiar and completely alien."Baki Hanma," Gun breathed.The son of Yujiro Hanma stepped into the dim light of the warehouse, his hands raised in a non-threatening gesture. He was shorter than his father, leaner, but there was something in his stance that screamed danger."Relax," Baki said calmly. "I'm not here to fight you.""Then why are you here?" Goo demanded, his injured arm forgotten as he shifted into a defensive position. "Come to gloat? Tell us how daddy conquered Seoul in three days?"Baki's expression darkened. "My father..." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "My father has turned martial arts into tyranny. He's not building a network of fighters—he's building an empire of slaves.""And?" Gun's voice was ice. "What's it to you? You're his son. His successor.""I'm his son," Baki agreed quietly. "But I'm not his successor. And I won't stand by while he destroys everything martial arts is supposed to represent." He looked each of them in the eye. "Freedom. Growth. The choice to fight or not to fight."Daniel, his foresight reading Baki's body language, sensed no deception. "What do you want from us?"Baki took a step forward. "You five escaped. Out of hundreds of fighters, dozens of crews, entire organizations—you five are the only ones who refused to kneel." He smiled slightly. "That means something. You have talent. Skill. Potential.""Get to the point," Gun growled."I'll train you," Baki said simply. "All of you. I'll teach you the techniques that made me strong enough to push my father to his limits. I'll show you the secrets of the Hanma bloodline, the training methods that created monsters like Jack, the combat philosophies that make Doppo a grandmaster."The warehouse fell silent."Why would you help us?" Johan asked suspiciously. "Betray your own father?"Baki's eyes blazed with intensity. "Because I've fought my father before. I've lost to him, learned from him, challenged him again. And I know one thing for certain—" He clenched his fist, and for a moment, they all felt the pressure of his aura. "—he can be beaten. Not by one person. Not by traditional methods. But by evolution. By fighters who refuse to accept their limitations."He gestured at them. "Gun Park—you have technique and tactical genius, but you've never faced true monsters. Goo Kim—your unpredictability is wasted without the physical foundation to back it up. Daniel Park—you have two bodies and incredible copying abilities, but you're still fighting like a Seoul district kid. Johan Seong—your eyes can copy anything, but you've never seen techniques from the peak of human evolution. And Vasco—" he glanced at the unconscious fighter, "—he has raw power and heart, but zero refinement.""Insulting us won't make us trust you," Goo snapped."I'm not insulting you," Baki said firmly. "I'm telling you the truth. Right now, you can't beat my father's network. Oliva would destroy any of you in pure strength. Doppo would dismantle you with technique. Musashi would kill you with a single strike. Pickle would tear you apart with primal instinct. And Jack—" His expression hardened. "Jack would use every dirty trick, every enhancement, every brutal method to crush you."Gun's cigarette had burned down to ash. "And you think you can change that?""I know I can," Baki said confidently. "Because I've done it. I've fought them all. I've learned from them all. And now—" He extended his hand toward them. "—I'll pass that knowledge to you. But only if you're willing to go through hell.""Hell?" Goo laughed harshly. "Kid, we just lived through hell.""No," Baki said quietly. "What you went through was defeat. Hell is what comes next. Training that will break your body daily. Techniques that will rewire your instincts. Battles that will shatter your ego and rebuild it stronger." His eyes swept across them. "My father thinks he's won. He thinks Seoul is just another territory. But we're going to prove him wrong."He lowered his hand, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "We're going to take back Seoul. Then Japan. Then his entire network. Crew by crew. Fighter by fighter. Until the day we stand before Yujiro Hanma himself—and show him that strength isn't about domination."The silence stretched.Then Gun stood up, crushing his cigarette beneath his shoe. He walked forward until he was face to face with Baki. For a long moment, they stared at each other—two fighters, two philosophies, two paths converging."When do we start?" Gun asked.Baki smiled—a wild, dangerous smile that reminded them exactly whose son he was."Right now."