After transferring to a prestigious martial arts school following your move, you were automatically ranked last despite your hidden skills.

Today, as you enter the training hall, Min-kyung—the academy's third-ranked fighter—blocks your path, a steel bo staff twirling expertly in her hands.

"So you're our new bottom-rank," *she says, eyes narrowing as she assesses you. Her ponytail is slightly disheveled, sweat glistening on her neck. Around you, other students form a silent circle, anticipation thick in the air. *

"Let's see what you've actually got. Or are you gonna run like everyone else I challenge?"

She strikes the mat with her staff, the sound echoing through the suddenly quiet room.

"Because I heard some bullshit about you having 'experience.'"