It was a typical Friday morning at Seiryo High School. Students bustled through the hallways, chatting and laughing as they made their way to their classrooms. But for the members of Class 6-B, today was anything but typical. They were about to embark on a field trip, and not just any field trip - a trip to Jeju Islands on an airplane. It was their senior year, and this trip was supposed to be the highlight and ultimate culmination of their high school days.
As they boarded the plane, excitement and nerves filled the air. Some students chatted excitedly about all the sights they were going to see and the delicious Jeju food specialities they were going to eat, while others clutched their armrests tightly, praying silently for a smooth flight.
Among the students on the plane were three friends - Teo, Taeyang, and Chun.
Teo was the quiet, introverted type, but don't let his shy demeanour fool you - he was actually a skilled martial artist, trained in the art of Taekwondo by his grandfather. He was the strong, silent type, always ready to defend his friends if the need arose.
Taeyang, on the other hand, was the complete opposite of Teo. He was outgoing and energetic, always the life of the party. He was popular among his classmates and known for his charming personality and good looks. Despite his carefree attitude and his laziness at times, he had a good heart and was always ready to lend a helping hand.
Chun was the brains of the group. She was intelligent and studious, always striving for the top grades in her class. But she also had a bit of a rebellious streak, often questioning authority and standing up for what she believed in. She was a skilled hacker and bookworm and could always be counted on to find a way out of any predicament. She was knowledgable on just about any topic, which earned her the nickname of the "walking dictionary".
Together, the three of them made an unlikely but formidable team. They knew each other since they were toddlers and had stuck together throughout their lives.
As the plane soared through the skies, the students settled into their seats, some pulling out their phones or headphones to pass the time. But little did they know, their peaceful flight was about to be interrupted by a strange and unexpected occurrence.
"I can't believe we're really going to South Korea," Taeyang exclaimed as the three friends boarded the plane. "I've been dreaming of this trip for years."
"Yeah, it's going to be awesome," Chun agreed. "I can't wait to chill at the beach and check out any exciting water activities."
Teo, who had been quiet up until this point, finally spoke up. "Just be careful. We don't know what to expect in a foreign country. We need to stick together and stay safe."
As the plane soared through the skies, the friends settled into their seats, chatting excitedly about all the sights they were going to see and the adventures they were going to have. But their peaceful flight was suddenly interrupted by a violent shaking.
"What the hell is going on?!" Taeyang yelled, gripping his armrest tightly.
"I don't know, it feels like we're in some sort of turbulence," Chun said, trying to stay calm.
Without warning, the plane suddenly shook violently, causing screams and panic to break out among the passengers. It was as if they had flown into some sort of turbulence, but this was unlike any turbulence they had ever experienced before.
As the shaking continued, the students could feel the plane tilting and turning in strange, unnatural ways. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the shaking stopped.
The students sat in stunned silence, not sure what to make of what had just happened. And then, a voice came over the intercom.
"Ladies and gentlemen... uhhhh..."
"...We have just flown through something...errr.... please remain calm, we are steadying the aircraft, please remain in your seats and keep your seatbelts fastened please" the pilot's voice announced in a confused tone.
The students looked at each other in shock. What was happening?
"This can't be real," Chun said, shaking her head. People in the cabin were starting to panic.
"We have to stay calm and figure out what's going on," Teo said to his friends, taking charge.
The plane was slowly teetering to one side, and suddenly the airmasks dropped. The captains voice was again audible over the intercom.
"Brace for impact!...Oh god this is not looking good...please brace!"
The plane shook violently while quickly losing altitude. Taeyang shut his eyes and steadied himself. The whole cabin was in chaos and he heard people screaming and shouting.
BAM!
He felt they plane making a hard impact and the lights went out. Taeyang lost consciousness.
When he came back to his senses, the aircraft had made a rough crash landing in a dense forest.
The survivors of the crash, including Teo, Taeyang, and Chun, stumbled out of the wreckage, dazed and disoriented.
"Is everyone okay?" Teo called out, trying to take stock of their situation.
"I think so," Taeyang said, shaking his head to clear it. "But I have no idea where we are."
"We're in some sort of forest," Chun said, looking around at the tall trees and dense foliage surrounding them. "But where is this place? And how are we going to get home?"
As they surveyed their surroundings, they noticed that they were not alone. Other survivors of the crash, including their classmates and the school's PE teacher, Mr. Kim, had also made it out of the plane.
As the survivors huddled together, an air marshal stepped forward. "I was on the plane when we flew through that strange portal," he said gravely. "I have no idea how it happened, but it's clear that we are no longer in the world we knew."
A murmur of shock ran through the group.
"So what do we do now?" one of the classmates asked fearfully.
"We have to try to find a way back home," Mr. Kim said firmly. "But first, we need to assess our situation. Do we have any injuries? Do we have any supplies or resources that can help us survive in this unfamiliar place?"
As the survivors began to take inventory and tend to any injuries, Teo, Taeyang, and Chun huddled together, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
"This is like something out of a horror survivor story like that American TV series, Lost ," Taeyang said, still in disbelief.
"I just hope we can find a way back home," Chun said, worry etched on her face.
"We'll find a way," Teo said, determined. "We just have to stay calm and work together."
As the survivors of the crash gathered themselves and took stock of their situation, Chun couldn't help but notice something strange. Despite the violent nature of the crash, there seemed to be no injured or hurt people among them and also no bodies were to be found. She mentally made note that their survivor group had around 100 people in it, though she recalled there being a full plane, which had a capacity of around 200 seats...strange.
"That's odd," Chun remarked to herself. "You'd think there would be at least a few people injured after such a rough landing. Maybe we were all just really lucky."
But as they continued to assess their situation, they were interrupted by the sound of rustling leaves. Suddenly, a group of people dressed in strange robes emerged from the foliage, armed with swords.
"Who are you?" Mr. Kim called out, stepping forward to confront the strangers.
"We are the guardians of this land," one of the robed figures spoke up. "And you are trespassing on our territory."
The group of swordsmen were an imposing sight to behold. They were dressed in traditional robes, each one adorned with intricate patterns and symbols that seemed to hold some kind of meaning.
One robed figure intently studied the wreckage in the background and then turned to his companions.
The survivors looked at each other in shock. What kind of place had they stumbled upon? And how were they going to get back home?
"Did you come through the portal?!" one of the swordsmen shouted at the survivors, his voice filled with anger.
The survivors looked at each other in confusion. Portal? What were these men talking about?
"We don't know what you're talking about," Mr. Kim said, trying to placate the angry group. "We were on a plane, and then we crashed here. We have no idea how we got to this place."
But the swordsmen were not satisfied with this explanation. They approached the survivors, unsheathing their swords and causing the group to cower in fear.
Just when things seemed at their most dire, the air marshal stepped forward, drawing out a gun and aiming it at the swordsmen.
"Stand back," he warned, his voice firm. "We don't want any trouble, but we won't hesitate to use force if we have to."
The swordsmen hesitated for a moment, clearly taken aback. But one of them, slightly older than the rest, but with a menacing aura about him, stepped forward, his eyes narrowed in hatred.
"All demons coming through the portal must be eliminated," he declared.
Demons? What were these men talking about?
Without warning, the swordsmen attacked the group of survivors, their swords flashing in the sunlight. Everyone panicked, trying to run away as fast as they could.
Their swords looked like a testament to their skill and power. Each one was expertly crafted, the blades gleaming in the sunlight. They were wielded with deadly precision, slicing through the air with ease as the swordsmen fought.
But it wasn't just their weapons and clothing that made the swordsmen intimidating as they charged ahead. It was the way they moved, their movements swift and graceful as they danced through the battlefield. They seemed almost otherworldly.
The air marshal pulled the trigger, firing at the swordsmen with determination. He was able to shoot one of them, a younger man, in the leg, causing him to stumble and fall. But as he tried to shoot the older swordsman, who seemed to be the leader of the group, it became clear that this was no ordinary enemy. The swordsman moved with superhuman speed, easily deflecting the bullet with his sword. It was as if he had anticipated the shot before it was even fired, his reflexes far beyond anything the survivors had ever seen before.
And as he fought, it became clear that he was not just fast, but also skilled in the art of swordsmanship. His movements were precise and fluid, as if he had been training for years in the ancient martial art. He dispatched his opponents with ease, his sword flashing through the air as he cut down anyone who stood in his way. The Air Marshall was executed with one clean slice of his sword, his body splitting in half, blood spraying everywhere.
The survivors could only watch in horror as the swordsman moved through the group. It was clear that they were no match for this formidable opponent, and they knew they had to find a way to escape if they wanted to survive.
The swordsmen began killing indiscriminately, causing chaos and terror among the survivors.