Hoshin endured the pain, gritted his teeth, and finally let out a deep sigh.
Hoshin: "That's it for today."
He stepped outside, seeing his dad asleep on the couch. Quietly, he walked into the computer room and powered on his PC.
Hoshin: "Let's play games until Dad wakes up… then I'll go to school."
He lost track of time, eyes fixed on the screen, until his dad stirred awake. After breakfast, Hoshin grabbed his bag and headed out.
Hoshin (muttering): "I don't really wanna go to school now… bleh."
He kicked a few rocks along the street, thoughts looping back to yesterday — her rejection still burning in his chest.
When he reached school, a loud voice caught his attention.
At the end of the hallway stood Sofia, cornered by a tall guy whose smirk said everything. Her back was pressed against the wall.
Anger spiked through Hoshin's veins like fire. He walked up and placed a hand on the man's shoulder.
The guy turned, his expression twisting with arrogance.
???: "Oh? And who the hell are you?"
Hoshin: "What do you think you're doing?"
Sofia's eyes darted between them, her face tense and pale.
Sofia: "Hoshin, go away. Please."
???: "You heard her, kid."
That tone — mocking, dismissive — snapped something inside Hoshin. His hand curled into a fist.
Without thinking, he swung.
THUD!
His hook crashed into the man's nose. Blood splattered the floor.
The man staggered back, clutching his face.
???: "What was that for, bastard!?"
Sofia: "Hoshin, stop!"
The man straightened up slowly, blood dripping from his nostrils. He cracked his neck and smirked.
???: "You really don't know who you're messing with, huh? Name's Masimo."
Narration:
Name: Masimo
Style: Boxing — pure raw power.
Known as: The Powerhouse of the Streets.
Record: 19–0, undefeated.
Masimo wiped the blood off his face with the back of his hand, eyes burning with cold fury.
Masimo (low voice): "You'll pay for this, kid."
The hallway went silent. Even Sofia could feel the tension — the kind that comes right before a storm.
Chapter 115 — End