Jin stood in the fading aftermath of the fight, his heartbeat steadying, the rush of combat cooling in his veins.
The recruits were still talking, their voices overlapping in a mixture of excitement and disbelief. Some were still on edge, eyes darting to the broken remains of the battlefield. Others, like Jisoo and Doyun, had already started reenacting the fight, throwing exaggerated punches and kicks at the air.
Jin ignored them.
His focus was elsewhere.
The school's front entrance was a mess. The gate was flattened, its once-sturdy frame twisted and broken across the pavement. The ground was cracked from the fight, with dents marking where bodies had landed. Shattered glass, torn wires, blood smeared across the concrete.
It looked like a warzone.
And worse—it had only taken one group of nobodies to do this.
If something stronger came next, if someone with an actual plan attacked, if they had been outnumbered—
They would've lost.
