Lookism:Legends

A hush fell over the courtyard.

Gun Park's fist still hovered midair caught and deflected by Jalen Creed.

Crystal's sharp gaze was locked onto the boy who had just called Gun by a name only a few in the world would ever dare to utter.

"Shiro Oni."

Gun blinked once.

Then again.

And slowly ever so slowly his surprised expression melted.

Into a smirk.

"You've done your research," he said, voice low and edged. "How does a high schooler know a name like"

CRACK!

Gun's words were cut off mid-sentence

As Jalen's leg whipped through the air, fluid and lethal, landing a clean Brazilian kick across Gun's shoulder.

The same technique Gun had just used on Daniel.

Everyone around froze.

Even Crystal widened her eyes.

Gun stumbled a step not out of damage, but from sheer shock that it connected. He looked down at his shoulder, then back up at Jalen, who lowered his leg and stood like nothing had happened.

His voice was calm.

"You used it wrong."

"You dropped your hip too early."

Silence. Thick, heavy silence.

Gun didn't say anything at first. He looked into Jalen's eyes, this time not with amusement but interest.

Real interest.

Crystal stepped forward, narrowing her gaze. "He… copied you. Instantly."

Gun exhaled slowly, then let out a short chuckle. "No wonder this school's gotten loud."

He turned on his heel, adjusting his cuff as if nothing had happened.

"To be continued," he said simply, heading toward a sleek black car waiting at the curb.

Crystal lingered, eyes flicking once more to Jalen. "You're dangerous," she said not with fear, but curiosity. "I'll be watching."

She followed after Gun, slipping into the car without another word.

The door closed.

The engine purred.

And just like that, they were gone.

But the damage was done.

People whispered. Some stared.

Daniel, still sitting up on the pavement, blinked in awe.

Vasco held a hand to his bloody nose, mumbling, "He really copied it…"

And Jalen?

He just adjusted his collar and walked back toward the crowd like nothing had happened.

But in his mind, one thought rang louder than any cheer or whisper:

He's real.

Gun Park is real.

And he's watching.

J High just got a lot more dangerous.