(Scene: USCT School – Class K''s Common Room)
Krishna leans back in his chair, flipping through a book with a lazy smirk. Across from him, Dhanraj is spinning a small golden coin between his fingers, watching the light dance across its surface. The room is calm. Too calm.
Time to stir the pot.
Krishna: "Yo, Damnraj, pass me that gold real quick."
The coin clinks onto the table as Dhanraj freezes. His eye twitches. The air shifts like a storm is about to break loose.
Dhanraj: "DONT. DAMN. NO. RAJ. HERE."
A beat of silence—then absolute pandemonium.
Malachi explodes into laughter, nearly rolling off the couch.
Malachi: "Ohhh, he got you quick! Nah, that was personal!"
Raiden, casually munching on chips like this is prime entertainment, raises an eyebrow.
Raiden: "Man really said ‘no blasphemy in this bloodline.’"
Krishna, completely unfazed, turns a page in his book and shrugs.
Krishna: "I mean, with all that gold you hoard, I figured you were a damned Raj."
Dhanraj stands up so fast his chair screeches across the floor. His hands ball into fists, veins subtly glowing gold as his Catalyst activates.
Dhanraj: "SAY IT AGAIN AND I’LL ENCASE YOU IN A SOLID GOLD COFFIN."
Frostbite, who had been silently scrolling on his phone, doesn’t even look up.
Frostbite: "Wouldn’t that just make him richer?"
Dhanraj stares at him for a long second. "That’s not the point."
Meanwhile, Nazeem—always the instigator—is nudging Krishna, eyes glinting with amusement.
Nazeem: "Nah, you won’t. You scared. Say it again, bro."
Toki, flipping a knife between his fingers, shakes his head.
Toki: "Dhanraj bout to add another golden statue to the school decor."
Krishna leans forward, resting his chin on his hands, locking eyes with Dhanraj like a predator toying with its prey. His smirk widens.
Krishna (grinning): "...Damnraj."
Dhanraj snaps. A furious yell rips from his throat as golden tendrils shoot out from his palms, lashing toward Krishna.
Malachi is crying from laughter, struggling to breathe.
Malachi (wheezing): "BRO, HE GOT HANDS MADE OF GOLD BUT CAN’T HANDLE A JOKE—"
Raiden is already recording, zooming in dramatically on Dhanraj’s furious expression while captioning the video “Krishna, RIP (Gone Wrong) (Not Clickbait).”
Yuki pinches the bridge of his nose, looking exhausted.
Yuki: "I am begging you all to just shut up for one afternoon."
At that moment, the door swings open. Aliyah walks in, sipping from a smoothie, looking at the scene—Dhanraj fuming, golden tendrils wrecking the furniture, Krishna casually dodging, Malachi nearly dead from laughter, and Raiden filming like it’s a live documentary.
She blinks.
Aliyah: "Why is Dhanraj screaming?"
Mina, lying on the couch like she’s seen this exact scenario a hundred times, doesn’t even look up.
Mina: "Krishna exists."
Aliyah just nods, unbothered.
Aliyah: "Ah. Say less."
She walks away like nothing happened.
Scene fades to complete chaos.
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(Scene: USCT School – Training Facility – Punching Machine Area)
Krishna steps up to the punching machine, rolling his shoulders with confidence. His classmates are gathered around, some watching with mild curiosity, others barely paying attention.
The Setup
Krishna: "Alright, let’s see what we’re working with."
He cracks his knuckles, takes a stance, and throws a solid punch into the machine.
BAM!
The machine beeps, calculating… and then displays 577 lbs.
Krishna steps back, nodding to himself like he just accomplished something historic.
Krishna: "Yo, not bad. Almost 600 pounds, bro. That''s gotta be top-tier."
Malachi, mid-sip of his drink, nearly chokes.
Malachi: "TOP-TIER WHERE?"
Raiden, squinting at the score, tilts his head.
Raiden: "Bro, a large gorilla hits at like 1,200 pounds. You celebrating half a gorilla?"
Krishna crosses his arms.
Krishna: "Hey, considering I don''t have a Catalyst, that’s impressive."
Lady Flame, overhearing this, steps forward with a smirk.
Lady Flame: "Lemme try."
Krishna gestures toward the machine like a gentleman.
Krishna: "Be my guest. Let’s see what a mere 140-pound person with a fire Catalyst can do."
The second he finishes that sentence, multiple heads turn.
Immediate Classmate Reaction
Yuki: "Did he say mere—??"
Toki: "Bro, what is he DOING?"
Dhanraj: "That’s crazy, bro. It’s like watching someone poke a bear with a stick and smile about it."
Lady Flame rolls her shoulders, her arms igniting with a controlled blaze. She doesn’t even wind up—she just throws a punch.
The Hit
BOOOOOOM.
The impact is so loud it echoes through the entire facility. The entire machine jerks backward a few inches. A high-pitched alarm goes off, like it wasn’t even programmed to handle this much force.
Score: 1,800 lbs.
Everyone collectively stops breathing.
Krishna’s confident smirk fades as he slowly looks up at the number on the screen.
Malachi just starts laughing. HARD.
The Roast Session Begins
Malachi (crying): "NAH—SHE HIT THREE TIMES HARDER THAN YOU. THREE TIMES. AND SHE’S LIGHTER THAN YOU BY LIKE 40 POUNDS."
Raiden just closes the chip bag he was holding.
Raiden: "I lost my appetite."
Dhanraj, rubbing his temple: "Man was out here flexing 577 like he wasn’t in the presence of literal superhumans."
Nazeem leans on Krishna’s shoulder with a sympathetic nod.
Nazeem: "It’s okay, bro. Not everyone can be built for greatness."
Krishna, still in shock: "Nah, hold on—"
Before he can defend himself, Lady Flame leans in, smirking.
Lady Flame: "Mere 140 pounds, huh?"
Krishna, sweating:
Krishna: "I misspoke."
Lady Flame: "Say it again. I dare you."
Krishna: "Nah, we good. We so good."
The Classmates Keep Going
Frostbite, shaking his head: "I should’ve recorded that. Would’ve gone viral."
Mina, sighing from her seat: "Krishna really out here being the embodiment of ‘talk shit, get hit.’"
Toki, pointing dramatically: "That is One Punch Woman right there."
Yuki, still staring at the machine: "She punches harder than a heavyweight champion, bro."
Remus, barely holding in laughter: "Krishna is going to be pregnant with her kids after that one."
Malachi nearly collapses from laughter.
Malachi: "STOP—THE BABY ALREADY HAS FLAME POWERS."
Krishna just stands there, his soul leaving his body.
Aliyah, walking in late, seeing Krishna looking humbled and everyone else in stunned silence: "Okay, what happened?"
Mina, gesturing vaguely: "Krishna tried to compare his punch to Lady Flame’s."
Aliyah immediately understands.
Aliyah: "Ah. Say less."
The scene fades as Malachi continues to laugh, Raiden shakes his head in disappointment, and Krishna just stands there rethinking his life choices.
<hr>
Scene: USCT School – Classroom – Midday Chaos
The classroom was in its usual state of organized chaos—students chatting, some napping, and a few actually doing their work. The atmosphere was relaxed, with the occasional banter echoing across the room. Malachi was casually leaning back in his chair, half-listening to the conversation between Renford and Remus about who could actually outfight a bear.
Then, the doors burst open.
Krishna storms in, wielding a baton from the tech class.
Immediate Reaction
A hush fell over the room for half a second before a collective reaction of confusion and excitement swept through the students.
Renford squints.
Renford: "Why does he have a baton—?"
Remus looks up, unimpressed, arms crossed.
Remus: "No. No, no, no. I refuse to be part of whatever this is."
Krishna, grinning like a menace, slaps the baton against his palm.
Krishna: "You know what? I think it’s time we settled some scores."
The Pursuit Begins
The classroom erupts.
Malachi immediately bolts out of his chair, knocking over a notebook in the process.
Malachi: "NOPE. NOT TODAY."
Krishna lunges after him, swinging the baton wildly. Malachi jukes to the side, dodging like his life depends on it (because it does).
Malachi: "WHY ME? WHAT DID I DO?!"
Krishna: "I remember what you said about my 577-pound punch. THIS IS RETRIBUTION."
Malachi dives over a desk, narrowly avoiding a strike. Papers fly everywhere. Students gasp, laugh, and cheer as the chase intensifies.
Renford and Remus Join In
Renford immediately grabs a baton from Krishna’s hands as he sprints past.
Renford: "Oh, you brought a weapon? Bet."
Remus sighs, gets up slowly, and reaches into his bag. He pulls out a baton of his own.
Remus: "I always stay strapped."
Yuki, from the side, horrified: "Why the hell do you already have one??"
Remus shrugs.
Remus: "I prepare for situations like this."
With Krishna, Renford, and Remus now armed, Malachi realizes the grave mistake he has made by existing in their vicinity.
Malachi leaps onto a chair, then vaults over a table, parkour-style, barely dodging a swing from Krishna.
Malachi: "Y’ALL ARE REALLY DOING THIS? THREE ON ONE???"
The Capture
The entire class is now fully invested in the chase.
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Toki and Yuki are recording.
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Aliyah is crying from laughter.
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Dhanraj is just shaking his head, disappointed but entertained.
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Houyan is taking bets on whether Malachi survives.
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Malachi, breathing hard, dives behind a chair, using it as a shield.
Malachi: "Y’ALL CAN’T CATCH ME. I’M BUILT DIFFERENT."
Krishna, adjusting his grip on the baton: "We’ll see about that."
Renford and Remus exchange a glance. Then—they go in opposite directions.
Malachi’s eyes widen.
Malachi: "Wait. WAIT. WAIT—"
Before he can react, Remus swings first. An electric crackle fills the air as the baton grazes Malachi’s arm.
He yelps and jumps back, straight into Renford’s attack.
Renford hooks Malachi’s ankle with the baton and sweeps him off his feet.
Malachi crashes to the floor.
And then—Krishna finishes it.
Krishna, standing over him victoriously: "Justice is served."
He brings the baton down—gently—on Malachi’s stomach, tapping it like a judge with a gavel.This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.
Aftermath
The entire class erupts into chaos.
Malachi (wheezing): "Y’all got NO HONOR. NONE."
Krishna (victorious): "This is what happens when you disrespect a 577-pound punch."
Renford and Remus fist-bump.
Remus: "We make a good team."
Toki and Yuki upload the entire thing under the caption: "Malachi really thought he could outrun fate."
Aliyah, wiping tears from her eyes: "Bro, this is the funniest day of my life."
Malachi just lays there, staring at the ceiling, questioning everything.
<hr>
(Scene: USCT City – Downtown – Late Afternoon)
The city was buzzing with its usual energy—cars honking, people walking the streets, and students from USCT grabbing snacks from the street vendors after class.
Yuki had just stepped out of a convenience store, casually sipping on a drink, when a shadow moved too fast in the corner of her eye.
A masked criminal, dressed in ragged clothes with desperation in his eyes, lunged toward her with a knife.
Criminal: "Hand over everything! NOW!"
Yuki froze for a second, her brain processing the situation.
Yuki: "Bro, what?"
But before she could react—before ANYONE could react—there was a sudden, violent rush of wind.
BOOM!
A fist collided with the criminal’s face at such ridiculous speed and force that the shockwave sent dust and loose papers flying through the air.
The sound of impact was like a gunshot.
The criminal’s body lifted off the ground, rocketing through the air like he had just been hit by a freight train disguised as a human fist.
WHOOSH—
He spun uncontrollably, his limbs flailing as he disappeared into the sky, becoming nothing more than a speck in the distance.
People on the street just stood there, eyes wide, jaws dropped.
And then—
CRAAAAASH!
Far, FAR away, on the other side of the city, the criminal slammed through the hospital roof, destroying a section of the ceiling before violently colliding with a bed in the emergency ward.
Doctors and nurses screamed in panic as the man laid there, barely conscious, body broken in twelve places, covered in bruises and cuts, gasping for breath with a punctured lung.
Back at the scene, the wind finally settled, and everyone slowly turned toward the source of destruction.
Standing there, fist still clenched, was Zephyr.
His usual relaxed, Zen-like expression was still there, but his eyes burned with something rare—actual anger.
His scarf fluttered in the air as he sighed.
Zephyr: "You alright, Yuki?"
Yuki, blinking in disbelief, looked at the now empty space where the criminal once stood.
Yuki: "...He’s gone."
Krishna, who had been walking toward the scene mid-sip of his drink, just froze.
Krishna: "Bro sent him straight to the respawn screen."
Toki, recording with his phone, zoomed in on the small dust cloud in the sky where the criminal used to be.
Toki: "Zephyr out here committing actual murder with a single punch."
Malachi, who had JUST recovered from the last incident, shook his head.
Malachi: "Man gave him a speedrun to the hospital."
Raiden, slowly putting his chips away:
Raiden: "Yeah, I don’t want to be here anymore."
Aliyah, still staring at the sky:
Aliyah: "Y’all think the hospital noticed?"
—
Meanwhile, at the hospital…
Doctor: "Sir, how did you get here?!"
Criminal (barely breathing, tears in his eyes): "I-I don’t even know… one second I was robbing someone… next second I met God…"
A nurse checked the medical report.
Nurse: "12 broken bones, 25 bruises, 15 cuts, and lung damage…?!"
Another doctor looked at the footage from a street camera, watching Zephyr''s one punch send the guy airborne.
Doctor: "Nah, man. That ain''t a hero. That''s a whole different breed of monster."
—
Back at the scene, the group was still processing what they had just witnessed.
Yuki, taking another sip of her drink like nothing happened, glanced at Zephyr.
Yuki: "Hey, thanks."
Zephyr just gave a small nod, his calm expression returning.
Zephyr: "No problem."
Krishna shook his head, still in disbelief.
Krishna: "Nah, bro… I just punched a machine and got 577 pounds. Zephyr just punched a dude into a hospital."
Raiden, exhaling deeply:
Raiden: "That man ain’t recovering physically or emotionally."
Toki, still recording:
Toki: "Ladies and gentlemen, we have discovered One Punch Man’s long-lost brother."
The video immediately went viral under the caption:
"Man tried to rob a girl and got SENT TO HEAVEN & BACK."
Zephyr, stretching his arms and walking off:
Zephyr: "Alright, let’s grab some food."
And just like that, he moved on, as if he hadn’t just committed an act of divine retribution.
<hr>
(Scene: USCT School – Training Grounds – Late Afternoon)
The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden hues over the training grounds. Students had mostly finished their combat drills for the day, and the air smelled of sweat, dust, and lingering power signatures.
Amidst the emptying field, two figures remained—Kuruya, the wild and unpredictable Hero Rank #10, and Remus, the experienced and composed teacher.
They stood opposite each other, both Chimera Beast Catalyst users, both with the ability to replicate the traits of any animal they encountered.
But despite their differences in rank and role, there was an unspoken bond between them—the understanding of what it meant to be more than human.
Kuruya crouched low, his golden-yellow eyes flickering with an almost feral intensity, his fanged grin widening.
Kuruya: "You sure you still got it, old man?"
Remus rolled his shoulders, his muscles tensing subtly beneath his uniform. His movements were precise, controlled—the opposite of Kuruya’s raw, untamed energy.
Remus: "Old man? You’re what—five years younger than me? Watch your mouth, pup."
Kuruya barked out a laugh.
Kuruya: "That’s five years of extra experience I got on you in recklessness."
Without warning, he lunged forward, his body shifting mid-air—muscles thickening, his arms sprouting jaguar-like fur as his nails elongated into claws. His speed was insane, cutting the distance in a heartbeat.
But Remus didn’t flinch.
With a calm breath, his own transformation activated—his skin hardening like an armadillo’s shell, his muscles bulging with gorilla-like strength.
BOOM!
Kuruya’s clawed strike met Remus’ forearm, and the ground cracked beneath them from the sheer force.
A shockwave blasted out, kicking up dirt and sending nearby training dummies flying.
Kuruya’s grin widened.
Kuruya: "That’s what I like to see!"
With unnatural flexibility, he twisted midair and lashed out with his tiger-enhanced legs, aiming a roundhouse kick at Remus’ ribs.
Remus exhaled sharply, and in an instant—his Catalyst adapted.
His legs thickened, taking on the form of a kangaroo’s, and with a brutal counter-kick, he sent Kuruya flying back like a ragdoll.
Kuruya twisted midair like a cat, flipping three times before landing smoothly on all fours. His ears twitched, his grin never fading.
Kuruya: "Oh, hell yeah. You still got it."
Remus cracked his neck, stretching his shoulders like this was nothing more than a light warm-up.
Remus: "I’ve always had it. You just never listen long enough to learn."
Kuruya huffed, rolling his shoulders before standing up straight.
Kuruya: "Yeah, yeah, I hear you, professor. You’re still the only guy I know who can match me in adaptability."
Remus smirked.
Remus: "That’s because you rely too much on instinct. You let the beast take over when you fight."
Kuruya scoffed.
Kuruya: "And you hold back too much. I fight with instinct, you fight with logic. Guess that’s why we balance out, huh?"
Remus gave a small nod.
Remus: "Maybe. Or maybe you’re just an overgrown mutt that needs to be put on a leash."
Kuruya let out a bark of laughter.
Kuruya: "And you’re just a stiff old wolf that forgot how to hunt!"
A long pause followed.
Then—both men grinned.
There was no hostility between them, only the mutual understanding of what it meant to be a Chimera Beast user.
Both of them lived with the constant struggle of controlling their animalistic urges while maintaining their humanity.
They weren’t just hero and teacher.
They were brothers in the wild.
After a moment, Kuruya flopped onto the ground, arms behind his head.
Kuruya: "Man, I swear, you’re one of the only people I can actually let loose against. Everybody else either gets scared or pissed off."
Remus sat beside him, leaning back on his arms, looking up at the sky.
Remus: "Because you and I are different, Kuruya. The others see us as humans with powers."
His gaze flickered slightly, turning sharper.
Remus: "But we both know we’re something else entirely."
Kuruya’s expression turned thoughtful.
A silence stretched between them, comfortable yet heavy with unspoken truths.
Then—
Kuruya: "Yeah, well, at least we got each other, huh?"
Remus smirked.
Remus: "Yeah. We do."
And with that, the two Chimera Beasts sat under the setting sun, the hunter and the strategist, the wild and the controlled—bound together by the instincts only they could understand.
<hr>
(Scene: USCT School – Catalyst Lab – Late Evening)
The cold fluorescent lights flickered slightly as Krishna groggily sat up on the surgical table, still feeling the aftereffects of the Catalyst Surgery. His entire body ached, his muscles felt heavier, denser—like raw power had been stuffed into his bones. Dr. Coby Vigor, standing next to the operating table, tapped a few notes into his clipboard with an arrogant smirk.
Dr. Coby Vigor: “Well, I did it. The surgery was a success. Krishna finally has a Catalyst.”
The air was thick with tension. This was big. The one student in Class K who had zero abilities was finally in the game. But instead of celebration, there was silence.
Then, Remus let out a deep sigh and folded his arms. His beast-like amber eyes locked onto Krishna.
Remus: “So… Krishna isn’t an idiot anymore?”
Dr. Coby Vigor didn’t even hesitate.
Dr. Coby Vigor: “Oh no, don’t be ridiculous—he’s still an idiot.”
Krishna: “BRO, WHAT?—”
Dr. Coby Vigor: “But now, he’s an idiot with Superhuman.”
Raiden, who had been leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, let out a long, disappointed sigh.
Raiden: “Damn… not Life Catalyst?”
Across the room, the most powerful man in existence—Lifeblood—stood motionless. His presence alone was like gravity, making the atmosphere heavy. He closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, then exhaled like a disappointed father.
Lifeblood: “So he’s underpowered. Because he has only Superhuman.”
The words hit the room like a gunshot.
Malachi, who had been sitting on the counter, burst out laughing, nearly falling off. He wiped a fake tear from his eye, shaking his head.
Malachi: “So instead of Superman, we got Superbitch.”
The entire lab erupted in laughter.
Krishna: “Man, fuck y’all.”
Remus: “You gotta admit, though, that’s kinda mid. You had all this buildup, and you got the default ability pack.”
Krishna: “Bro, I just woke up from surgery, and y’all already roasting me? My body hurts.”
Raiden: “Yeah, yeah, shut up, Superbitch.”
Krishna: “RAIDEN, I SWEAR TO GOD—”
Dr. Coby Vigor, still completely ignoring the verbal warfare, jotted a few things on his clipboard.
Dr. Coby Vigor: “Alright, alright, let’s run some tests. Krishna, try punching something. Let’s see how ‘Superhuman’ you really are.”
Krishna groaned, rolling his shoulders. His body did feel different—tighter, heavier, like his muscles were made of compressed steel. He clenched his fist and looked around the lab.
Krishna: “First person to talk shit gets punched.”
Malachi (grinning): “I bet it’ll feel like a light breeze.”
Krishna didn’t hesitate. He turned, cocked his fist back, and threw a full-force punch at Malachi’s gut.
—BOOM.
Malachi was gone.
Like physically sent flying. His body crashed through three tables, before slamming into the reinforced steel wall, leaving a dent.
For a moment, silence.
Everyone just stared at the aftermath, processing what just happened.
Raiden: “…Okay, damn. Maybe not that underpowered.”
Lifeblood: Hmph.
Dr. Coby Vigor: “Not bad.” He scribbles something down on his clipboard. “But you’re still an idiot.”
Krishna, fists still clenched, veins pulsing, turned to the room, his voice shaking with frustration.
Krishna: “BRO, CAN Y’ALL SHUT THE HELL UP?!”
Malachi, still stuck in the wall, groaned.
Malachi: “I ain’t gonna lie, bro. That shit hurt.”
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(Scene: USCT Training Grounds – Moments After Krishna’s First Punch)
The air was still thick from the shockwave of Krishna’s first punch. Malachi was still groaning from where he was embedded in the wall, and the other students were just standing there, stunned.
Krishna, meanwhile, stood there shaking, adrenaline coursing through his veins. The power in his body felt unreal—like his muscles were fueled by pure force, like he could bend steel with a flick of his fingers.
Dr. Coby Vigor was furiously writing on his clipboard, nodding in approval.
Dr. Coby Vigor: “Okay, okay, that was… impressive.”
Lifeblood, arms crossed, nodded. “At least his Catalyst isn’t a complete waste.”
Krishna rolled his shoulders, cracking his knuckles, feeling the raw energy surging through him.
Krishna: “Alright, alright, I see the vision now. Let’s test this out properly.”
Raiden: “Bro, you sure? You just got this Catalyst.”
Krishna: “Man, I got this. I’ll just—”
Dr. Coby Vigor: “Krishna, I’m telling you right now—control your output.”
Krishna waved him off. “Pffft, yeah, yeah, I get it—just don’t go 100% when I only need like 1%, right?”
Dr. Coby Vigor: “EXACTLY.”
Krishna: “…Yeah, I totally got that.”
(He did not get that.)
(5 Minutes Later – Training Test #2)
Krishna stood in the middle of the reinforced testing grounds, his classmates watching from a safe distance.
Dhanraj: “You sure he’s not gonna die?”
Renford: “Man, if he dies, that’s a him problem.”
Dr. Coby Vigor: “Alright, Krishna, this time, just throw a light punch—focus on using only 1%.”
Krishna: “Got it, got it.”
Krishna: (I’m totally using 1% this time.)
Krishna exhaled, focused, and threw a full-power punch at the air.
—BOOOOOM!!!
A massive shockwave exploded from his fist, shaking the entire school building. A crater formed beneath his feet, the ground ripping apart from the sheer force. The entire training ground shattered, concrete bursting into the air.
And then—
Krishna’s bones instantly snapped.
Both legs. Both arms. Gone.
His body crumpled like a ragdoll as he screamed in agony.
Krishna: “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
His classmates just stood there, deadpan.
Raiden: “Bro.”
Nazeem: “Ain’t no way.”
Darius: “Tell me he did not just go full force again.”
Dr. Coby Vigor, not even looking up from his clipboard: “Oh, he did.”
Krishna, twitching on the ground, tried to move, but his limbs were completely shattered.
Krishna: “I—I thought—I used—1%—”
Remus: “BRO, THAT WAS NOT 1%.”
(Medical Room – 1 Hour Later)
Krishna lay in the USCT medical bay, fully bandaged, with two broken legs and two broken arms, looking like a human burrito. His face was half-covered in bandages, his expression pure suffering.
Across from him, his classmates stood there, staring.
Raiden: “Man, I can’t believe you’re already in the hospital on Day 1.”
Malachi: “Couldn’t be me.”
Krishna: “…You literally got punched into a wall.”
Malachi: “Yeah, but I walked away. You? You a mummy now.”
Krishna: “I—I hate y’all so much right now.”
Lifeblood, standing in the back, just shook his head.
Lifeblood: “So… he’s underpowered and an idiot.”
Krishna: “BRO, CAN Y’ALL STOP ROASTING ME?!!”
Dr. Coby Vigor, flipping through notes: “No.”
<hr>
(Scene: USCT Training Grounds – Krishna’s Redemption Arc)
Krishna stood at the center of the freshly rebuilt training area, his stance more confident than ever. The bright afternoon sun cast long shadows across the field, and his muscles felt like coiled springs, ready to unleash. For once, the bandages that had been a constant companion after his previous mishaps were gone. His skin was now fully healed, but the memories of those painful, frustrating training sessions still lingered in the back of his mind. Dr. Coby Vigor’s warnings were fresh, but this time, Krishna was determined. No more reckless mistakes.
Around him, his classmates stood, some curious, some concerned, all waiting for the show to unfold. Krishna could practically hear the anxiety in their quiet murmurs.
Raiden: “If bro sends himself back to the medical room, I swear—”
Malachi, half-laughing: “Nah, let him cook. Either he succeeds, or we get a free comedy show.”
Krishna gave them a sidelong glance, a smirk forming on his lips. He wasn’t going to fail this time. He could feel the power building up inside him, that raw energy coursing through his body like an uncontrollable storm. But this time, he was going to keep it in check.
Dr. Coby Vigor: (sternly, with a slight sigh) “Alright, Krishna. This time, ACTUALLY use 1%. Just 1%—not 10%, not 50%. I’m not patching you up for the hundredth time.”
Krishna exhaled slowly, trying to ground himself. He focused, channeling his energy carefully, feeling the power but not letting it consume him. He wasn’t about to end up like last time, lying on a bed in the med bay with broken bones and an ego bruised worse than his body.
(Krishna’s First Controlled Punch)
Krishna clenched his fist, his fingers trembling slightly from the raw energy contained within. He steeled himself and swung at the reinforced training dummy in front of him. His movement was precise, controlled, and light, as Dr. Coby had instructed.
BOOOOM!!!
The impact was instantaneous. A shockwave rippled through the air like an earthquake. The sound was deafening—like a bomb going off in the distance. Krishna’s knuckles met the dummy, and in an instant, the reinforced material was reduced to dust, a fine powder drifting in the air as if the dummy had never existed. The remains crumbled to the ground, leaving nothing behind but a hole in the floor and a stunned silence.
His classmates’ eyes widened in shock. Some mouths hung open, and a few even took a step back.
Dhanraj, eyes wide: “Oh shit… he actually did it.”
Renford, blinking in disbelief: “Bro’s not a walking hospital bill anymore?”
Dr. Coby Vigor, with an approving nod, glanced at Krishna. His expression was unreadable, but there was a spark of satisfaction in his eyes.
Dr. Coby Vigor: “Good. Now, let’s increase the difficulty—try punching that reinforced steel wall.”
Krishna’s lips curled into a grin, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He felt invincible. “Oh, bet.”
(Krishna vs. The Training Building – Unintended Consequences)
Krishna took a deep breath. He steadied his stance, focusing all his energy. This time, he was going to control it. He knew he could.
Stepping forward, Krishna delivered a swift, controlled punch toward the side of the training building—a massive, multi-story, reinforced structure made to withstand extreme force. This was the real test. His knuckles barely grazed the wall as he released his power.
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BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The world seemed to stop. The air vibrated with the force of the impact. The ground trembled beneath Krishna’s feet, and the shockwave blasted outward with a ferocity that sent dust clouds rolling across the entire campus. Students screamed, diving for cover as the building shuddered, then crumbled in on itself. The reinforced steel, designed to endure the might of heroes, buckled like paper under Krishna’s light punch.
CRACK!
With a massive groan, the entire structure collapsed in on itself, debris raining down in every direction. The sound was like a freight train slamming into the earth—one long, earth-shaking noise. Krishna stood there, staring at his fist in utter shock, as the dust swirled around him.
The entire building—gone. Destroyed by a “light” punch.
Krishna blinked a few times, then looked up at the wreckage, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for words.
Krishna, looking at his fist in disbelief: “Oh… Oh shit.”
His classmates stood frozen, their faces a mixture of awe, fear, and complete confusion. Raiden, usually quick to joke, was now just speechless.
Raiden, after a long pause: “…He punched down the whole damn building.”
Malachi, grinning but with a hint of concern: “So, uh… Bro really thought 1% wasn’t gonna do much, huh?”
Lifeblood, arms crossed, looking smug: “Underpowered, my ass.”
The dust was still settling when Dr. Coby Vigor stepped forward, rubbing his temples with both hands as though preparing for a headache.
Dr. Coby Vigor, muttering to himself: “Krishna… you’ve got to be kidding me.”
He sighed and jotted something down on his clipboard.
Dr. Coby Vigor (writing quietly): “Krishna is no longer a liability… but is now a property damage risk.”
Krishna, who was still standing in the middle of the devastation, slowly turned around to face his classmates. He gave a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
Krishna, with a nervous laugh: “…Sooo, uh… who’s paying for this?”
Everyone turned to look at Dr. Coby Vigor. The silence stretched on for a few seconds as the weight of the situation sank in.
Dr. Coby Vigor just sighed, slumping his shoulders. He dropped his pen, as though giving up on life for a moment, then massaged his temples.
Dr. Coby Vigor, with a resigned tone: “Damn it, Krishna.”
The camera would have zoomed out at that moment, leaving Krishna standing amidst the wreckage, his classmates exchanging glances of disbelief. The only sound left was the faint groan of the collapsing building’s remnants settling into the ground.
And in the distance, the faint sound of an alarm ringing—a clear sign that USCT’s insurance premiums were about to skyrocket.