Chapter 01

The sun was shining high in the sky as students came out of class, ran through the halls and crowded the cafeteria and the old store near the school campus. As was customary, the school was always bustling with noise and movement at this time.

Nothing suggested that today would be any different than any other typical school day.

Or so it seemed...

Behind the school building, in a secluded corner from public view; a clenched fist and, at high speed, crashed squarely into the stomach of a student. The sudden blow caused the young man's pupils to constrict abruptly as the air escaped his body.

Ethan Drake, a high school sophomore, couldn't help but wince at the intense pain that coursed through his whole body. His legs lost strength and he fell to his knees on the floor, gasping and trying to contain the burning liquid that rose from deep within his stomach.

That bitter and nauseating taste —

It went up his throat until it filled his mouth.

Desperate, Ethan tried to hold it back, but couldn't. The vomit spewed out uncontrollably and spilled all over the floor, filling the place with a foul-smelling, acrid smell.

Bluaghh! Cough! Cough!

There went all the food that Ethan had eaten in the morning.

He coughed and spat out the remainder of the bitter, acrid taste left in his mouth.

His eyes were on the verge of tears from embarrassment and pain, but at the same time, Ethan felt a rising anger inside himself that seemed about to explode like a fucking volcano.

Anger coursed through his entire body, causing him to shudder as his fists clenched and his gaze lifted, shooting a hate-filled glare in the direction of the guilty bastards.

In front of Ethan stood three thugs openly sneering and laughing before his eyes.

“Hahaha! Ethan, damn, look at the mess you’ve made. — Yuck! What a smell of rotten shit!” said one of them while covering his nose, mocking the bad smell.

"What did you eat in the morning, Ethan? The smell is just nauseating!"

"For a family that has a dojo, you're pretty pathetic huh, Ethan. I thought you'd last a few more hits, but you went down with just one of my hits. How disappointing. I guess your family dojo is just a shit full of useless."

Ethan, who was at his limit, felt like he was about to explode. Baring his clenched fangs, he tried to get to his feet.

You fucking son of a…!

—But…

"There you go Ethan, flying kick!"

One of the thugs suddenly came up from the side of him and delivered a kick that sent him rolling across the ground into a muddy puddle.

Just like that —Ethan ended up covered in mud from head to toe.

But Ethan didn’t have time to finish his insult as he suddenly received a kick that sent him rolling on the ground until he fell into a muddy puddle.

He ended up covered in mud from head to toe.