Sa-ook, as soon as the bell rang, got out of class as fast as he could. He saw the girl from earlier itching to question him again and knew he needed to get the fuck away before she could could berate him with questions again. Thankfully, she seemed to have many friends that covered her view as Sa-ook made his escape.
As soon as he was a safe distance from the class he eventually made his way up to the rooftop, unable to help his burning curiosity.
Unsurprisingly, Dae-Ho was waiting for him. A bunch of Delinquents loitered about, snickering to themselves. Sa-ook smiled as Dae-Ho went in to grab him by the shirt, this time though, Sa-ook merely dodged. As Dae-Ho continued to grab at Sa-ook and Sa-ook continued to dodge, he clenched his teeth, Dae-Ho's face contorting in anger.
"Stop… fucking… dodging… dipshit!" He pants, clearly frustrated and tired. Sa-ook
smirks.
"Okay!" He says cheerfully, stopping to punch Dae-Ho squat in the face, throwing him to the other side of the roof, his face sunk in with blood running down his nose, completely out of it. Sa-ook scratches his head.
'Wait, is he not a Player?'
'Fuck did I just assault a civilian?'
His face drops. 'Shit I forgot, not everyone is a Player—'
The delinquents faces darken, looking at Sa-ook angrily. "What the fuck kind of trick did you just pull?" One of them shouts. Sa-ook smiles politely.
"I didn't do anything! It was all him." He says, unconvincingly.
"Like I'll believe that bullshit." One of them shouts charging at Sa-ook, Sa-ook dodges, careful to not hit back. The delinquent get angry, baring his teeth. Another one joins in as well, wielding a baseball bat. Just narrowly dodging the punches and swings, Sa-ook begins to feel annoyed with the limitations of his body. Swiftly, he stops the bat mid-swing with his forearm, guiding the bat to the left as Sa-ook raises his leg to kick the delinquent in the shin, careful not to use his full strength, but sending him flying away anyways.
"What's with this fuckwad? Why is he so strong?" One of the other delinquents shout. As Sa-ook immerses himself in self control while a flurry of kicks and punches are flown in his direction. As much as Jeong Sa-ook attempted to exercise his self control, his patience had limits. Dodging wasn't going to end this kids fight. He efficiently took out each of them in a single hit, careful to not cause any permanent damage to any of the teenagers.
Who knows, maybe they'll get a wake up call from this and focus on their studies.
As Sa-ook wiped the dust off his shirt he noticed one other delinquent staying back. He seemed to be a Player, unlike these other kids. Sa-ook could only tell because of the clear air of difference he emitted, a sort of entitlement only Player's exhibit. Sa-ook tilts his head, smiling softly.
"Ah. Would you like to fight as well?" He asks, crinkling his eyes patronizingly. The boy approaches him. He was strikingly handsome, silver hair, gray eyes and a good figure. Sa-ook faintly wondered if he was popular, and considering how simple teenagers seem to be it was likely the case.
His face remains blank, but it's clearly forced. Sa-ook saw the fire behind his eyes that were itching for a fight. Sa-ook sighed.
'How bothersome'
The boy only reminded Sa-ook of his old(?) party, or future party? Regardless the terminology doesn't matter. This boy bore a striking resemblance Park Tae-Hwan and seemed to exhibit similar habits in the way he was begging for a fight.
Without saying anything, the Tae-Hwan knock off raised his fists, mana faintly emitting from his body.
'Mana control at this age? Impressive'
Sa-ook smiled, copying the action.
'Well, there's no harm in letting off some steam on this Tae-Hwan look alike'