A soft crack filled the air, the sound of cartilage cracking under intense pressure. A fist had easily found it's mark, its user making short work of their opponent. A figure stumbled back, clutching their nose in a bit of surprise.

???: It doesn't hurt...

The figure mumbled out quietly, shambling back into a proper stance, as blood began to trickle from his nose. His nose now had a slight dent, clearly the result of the sudden impact, but the figure cared very little knowing the healing process following the match.

???: Sir (L/n)... I can respect your strength, but you fight with no true form, your reliance on sheer brutality will be your undoing.

The male spoke firmly, readying up his own fighting stance as the contestant's readied themselves for another throwdown.

(Y/n): That's the difference between the two of us, Go...

You spoke to your opponent in a clear voice, Gamdo Go listened intently as he ready your movements, attempting to gauge where you might attempt to stroke from. However, you didn't offer your answer quickly, instead, Gamdo lost track of you, his eyes glaring over the entire ring in a quick fashion before a chilling sense ran down his spine. He flung himself around, his eyes meeting your wide ones as you stared directly into his soul.

(Y/n): Why learn a style that can be copied...?

Your left fist flew forward, clenched into a brutal strike as Gamdo barely blocked it away, however, he couldn't prepare for your right fist that easily found its mark in the side of his stomach. Thus, your pattern began. Left and right, left, and right... Your fists colliding with the midsection of the trained material artist.

(Y/n): I can learn every weakness, every hole in your defense in mere minutes but you... hell, even I can't tell what I'm going to do next!

You proudly declared, your right fist catching Gamdo on the jaw before your left caught him in the nose with a nasty uppercut, sending the fighter stumbling back a bit as the two of you reorganized yourselves.

Gamdo: I underestimated you, Sir (L/n). I won't allow that to happen again.

(Y/n): All I've done is chip that wall of yours, But it won't be too long now before your crumble to the ground in a few good hits.

You decided to strike first once more, sprinting forward to spinclockwise, whipping your clenched fist around your body in a striking motion as Gamdo raised his defences. As you found yourself alone in your head for a bit, the adrenaline fully seeping into your viens now, you decided to think back on what led you to this particular fight...

???: All done, honey!

(Y/n): Oh um t-thank you...

You sputtered out as one of the cute nurses at the event finished healing up the very few injuries you managed to get. The one injury that you really needed healing for was the kick you recieved from that guy.

(Y/n): Mori...

You couldn't help but chuckle at the name. Jin Mori was your first real fight in a long time so the adrenaline that had filled you still seemed to course through your body, your hands shaking gently.

???: Hey there!

You looked up just in time to see the very Jin mori approaching you flanked by two others. A taller muscular man and a girl with reddish-brown hair and a lovely pair of round glasses.

Jin Mori: You put up a really good fight up there!

Mori declared with a grin. You glanced at the other two before returning the smile.

(Y/n): Oh uh thanks. I just did what I could to not get eliminated.

The taller male with Mori spoke up.

???: You're pretty strong, though your fighting style reminds me of that other contestant that showed up.

(Y/n): Ah sorry I don't really know who you're talking about. the whole battle royale thing had me kind of exhausted. 

???: I'm kind of surprised to hear that. You blazed through the other opponents out there.

You could only let out an awkward chuckle, rubbing the back of your neck as your gaze turned away.

(Y/n): I don't really fight all that often so I kind of drained my batteries out there without realizing it.

Now it was time for the girl to speak up, her vice surprising you. You turned to look at her once more, looking over her gentle features that belonged to a super-strong opponent.

???: Still, you're really strong! 

(Y/n): Oh r-really? Haha, I guess I am...

A soft blush appeared over your features as being complimented was one thing, but getting the same compliment from a girl is totally different. 

Jin Mori: Oh I don't think you guys have been introduced yet! This is Han Dawei and Yu Mira.

Mori introduced you to the two, your mind easily connecting the dots on who was who.

(Y/n): Oh well since this is our first time meeting, my name is (Y/n) (L/n).

Yu Mira: A foreigner?

You mentally sighed as you began going into the speal you gave to the girl earlier to these three. As you did this, you couldn't help but feel eyes on you, causing you to shudder as a chill ran down your spine. You weren't sure if it was simply one pair or many but as you bid your newfound friend's goodbye you quickly rushed to find your family and return to your hotel for the next couple of days to recover.

Three days came and went easily with your family exploring the city and getting souvenirs for their trip. You managed to find time to slip in some training in between sleeping and reading manga. As the day for the next phase of the tournament approached your family traveled with you to the stadium. You glanced over at your sister Mia to see that she was stealing glances at you, using that brain of hers to seemingly analyze something. Though it was strange, you simply brushed it off as best you could, making it to the stadium and saying your goodbyes before preparing.

Mia: Something is strange about him.

Father: What was that, honey?

Mia: When my brother gets into fights... that's not him is it?

Your parents gave your sister a strange look.

Mother: Of course that's your brother, what are you talking about?

Father: Yeah we don't really understand what you are saying.

Mia: Well... I don't really don't know how to explain it but, it's like he is another person when he's fighting.

Your Father chuckled softly before ruffling the girl's (H/c) hair. 

Father: Anyone would seem different when they are fighting, honey. You're probably just confused because you're not used to fighting.

Mia grew quiet, thinking over what your Father said as the three of them made their way to their seats.

Gamdo go. He is a very respectful guy, to be honest. Before the match, he even approached you and did a full-on bow. You had managed to return it before the two of you got into a conversation. the conversation drifted once more to the mysterious contestant that you had yet to hear or meet and how whoever won the match would be facing him a few hours after the conclusion of your match with him, to fix the brackets for Group-B top 32. You would think and organized even like this would be prepared for mistakes and fix them but eh guess ratings are better.

Thud. Thud. Crack.

A breath was forced through your lips as you took a strike to the ribs, your eyes widening slightly, as more blood trickled from your nose. The match between you and Gamdo seemed to be dragging on, the two of you savagely attacking the other to the point that literal blood, sweat, and tears began to stain the ring. As you felt the energy draining from your body, you decided it was time to end this lest you both collapse and tie the match.

Your hand flew out and gripped tightly onto the clothing of Gamdo's chest and quickly thrashed your head forward, hearing a crack as your forehead made contact with Gamdo's nose. Gamdo didn't cry out in pain as most would, simply grunting as your head cocked back and delivered another strike to the other male's nose. You felt a bit of his blood on your forehead, the initial grossness quickly drifting off as your right hand connected with his left cheekbone. From here you could tell it was over, Gamdo and you had put up a good fight, but in the end, as your left fist caught his head as he stumbled forward, it was over. Gamdo collapsed onto the floor and was out cold. You felt the rush through your body, quickly wiping at the blood on your forehead as your other hand attempted to brush the blood from your nose away.

Announcer: Gamdo Go is knocked out! (Y/n) (L/n) is our winner!

You felt a small sense of pride through the exhaustion as you softly grinned, waving clumsily to the crowd as your gaze drifted to one of the many big screens around the area. On the screen was the name of your next opponent. You spit out a bit, trying to rid yourself of the iron taste in your mouth as you spoke his name.

(Y/n): Gang Manseok...