Sorry, I wasn't aware of this account. But now, I will decide to have a schedule for this story with its update. Seven or ten days at most for a new chapter, and also, I want you to answer the questions at the end of this Prologue (2). With their help, it will be easier for me to follow the story, and now with the new arc that talks about Gun Park's past, I'm more aware of Lookism to know how Gun's father and uncle, who will die, will end, is the question that tomorrow's episode will surely have an answer.
Prologue (2)
Gun was excited.
After two days of searching for the enigmatic person known as "The Celestial Tempest". He had ended his search.
At first he was confused.
The appearance of this person was around 140 cm. Her appearance did not help at all, giving her the image of a high school girl and being 14 years old.
While he was around 180 cm and was 16 years old.
Only for two years, and he beat her by a couple of heads in height.
Having the information he had sought from this person, he was surprised.
She lived in a wealthy place. The girl's father was also a surprise to him.
Alexander Tempest.
This man worked for the 'Tigre Blanco Employment Center'. In a few simple words...
He worked for Tom Lee.
He was an old man who ended up looking for a training regimen with Goo Kim.
Sitting in his leather armchair, he smiled in amusement.
The girl was not a nobody. Her father must have trained her personally if she worked for Tom Lee. That explained why no one had been able to defeat her...
Well until now, because he's going to fight that girl himself.
Tomorrow he will go out to look for her in the remote streets of Seoul, where there are always street fights and gangs prowling around as if they owned those places.
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Rimuru was exhausted. She had had several fights during the day, and to top it off, her father had called her, insisting that she accompany him to his place of work. As if he really cared about his father's work.
Reluctantly, he ended up arriving at the building that was supposed to be the "White Tiger Employment Center." The façade did not inspire much confidence, but Rimuru's surprise was evident in his expression.
"Do you really work here?" asked Rimuru, confused, looking at the run-down exterior of the place.
"Yes. Come on, I'll introduce you to my boss," his father replied with a calm smile.
They entered through a wooden door in poor condition, which creaked when opened. Rimuru didn't expect much, but as she crossed the threshold, she was surprised. The interior of the house was impeccably tidy and shone with how well maintained it was. The difference between the façade and the interior was abysmal. It seemed that the ugliness of the exterior was nothing more than a cover.
With every step he took, Rimuru couldn't help but feel a mixture of intrigue and tension. Who exactly was this "boss" that his father wanted to introduce him to? And, more importantly, why had he brought her here? Curiosity kept her alert as they continued walking around the place.
Walking down the hallway, Rimuru and his father came to another wooden door. When her father opened it, what he saw left her even more bewildered: a mediocre room, quite simple, with nothing that particularly attracted attention. Rimuru couldn't help but think to herself, "It seems that the owner of this place is a clown."
In the center of the room, sitting on one of the pieces of furniture, was a large, muscular middle-aged man. To the naked eye, his presence was imposing, though the simplicity of the surroundings did not reflect his obvious physical power.
At that time, Rimuru met Tom Lee and finally understood the nature of work there. During the conversation, they discussed a few minor details, but there was one thing that really took her by surprise: the proposal to recruit her as an intern. Rimuru knew that his father was a well-known mercenary in Norway, so he was not surprised that such organizations attracted strong and skilled people.
Tom Lee, with a calm but firm look, explained to him the opportunities offered by the Office of the White Tiger, highlighting that he could learn a lot and develop in an environment full of challenges. However, Rimuru was not entirely convinced. The idea of constantly putting his life in danger didn't appeal to him.
"For now, I will reject the offer," Rimuru replied calmly. "I wouldn't want to be in danger of my life at such a young age. In about three years, I may consider joining as an intern, when I feel more ready."
Tom Lee nodded, respecting his decision without pressing any further. Rimuru knew that the mercenaries' path was dangerous, and although her father was a veteran in that field, she preferred to take her time before deciding if she wanted to follow in his footsteps.
Rimuru left the building after saying goodbye to his father and Tom Lee. As I walked through the streets of Seoul, the evening light bathed the city in an orange glow. The fresh air brushed her face, but something inside her made her feel uneasy. Despite having rejected Tom Lee's offer, the conversation he had had and the atmosphere of the place left him with a bad feeling.
As she moved forward, she thought to herself: This doesn't look good... It wasn't just the internship offer that was unsettling her, but the feeling that something else was brewing. Something is going to happen soon, I can feel it.
Rimuru decided it would be best to be prepared. Although she was used to street fights and dealing with gang members, something about this situation seemed different to her. The instincts he had developed over the past few months told him that he should train and sharpen his skills. The people he faced lately seemed more determined, more interested in testing his strength.
Whatever it is, I'll be ready tomorrow, she promised herself as she clenched her fists. With that determination, she picked up the pace, eager to get home and plan her training for whatever might come.
The next day, Gun Park was driving through the most remote streets of Seoul, following the clues he had collected about "The Celestial Tempest". The roar of his vehicle's engine echoed as he made his way through run-down, low-traffic neighborhoods. After a while, he arrived at an empty and rusty parking lot, where he decided to leave his vehicle.
When he turned off the engine and got out of the car, he noticed how the sky had suddenly darkened. Great, he thought with annoyance when he saw the first drops fall. Just what I needed. Resigned, he went to the trunk, took out a black umbrella that he always carried on the back seats, and opened it with a sharp gesture. As the rain began to intensify, Gun began to walk under the protection of the umbrella, entering the deserted streets.
The sound of his black leather shoes echoed in the puddles as he made his way toward an old and forgotten industrial complex, a place known as "The Dead Factory." In its best days, the place had been a machine shop, but now it was an abandoned building, littered with graffiti and debris. The peeling walls and broken windows bore witness to years of neglect, making it the perfect place for gang members and underground fighters.
As he approached, Gun heard the echo of screams and banging coming from inside. The rain kept falling, and the flickering lights of the street poles barely illuminated their path. Determined, Gun advanced towards the main entrance of the complex, where the metal doors hung crooked. Inside, a group of gang members surrounded a small but imposing figure: Rimuru.
The scene he witnessed confirmed the rumors. Rimuru was in the middle of a fight, confronting several gang members who had surrounded her. Despite his size, he moved with lethal agility, dodging and counterattacking with precision. A gang member tried to attack her with a bat, but in a single fluid motion, Rimuru disarmed him and sent him flying against a wall.
Gun watched silently, in the rain, as the girl knocked out her opponents one by one. Every blow echoed in the abandoned place, and Gun couldn't help but crack a faint smile of interest. So it's her... he thought, as he closed his umbrella and walked towards the place of the fight, ready to introduce himself.
Rimuru had just knocked out the last gang member, breathing heavily as the echo of the fight still echoed through the place. She stood still for a moment, feeling a lump in her throat, as if something was out of place. Her senses were alert, and that's when she heard a deep, authoritative voice behind her.
"So you're the famous 'Celestial Tempest'...," Gun Park said, his tone firm and full of interest.
Rimuru turned quickly, her gaze met with the tall and stocky figure of Gun, who was advancing towards her with calculated calmness. But before he could make any further moves, Rimuru didn't hesitate.
Rimuru threw her Brazilian kick with the precision and force she was used to, her leg impacting Gun Park's ribs squarely. However, what he hoped would be a devastating blow did not have the desired effect. Gun didn't even flinch. Instead of backing down or showing signs of pain, Gun stood firm, his expression barely changing, as if the blow had been little more than a gust of wind.
Surprised, Rimuru didn't miss a beat and turned to throw a direct kick to her head, determined not to give her time to counterattack. But again, Gun accepted the impact without moving. The sound of Rimuru's foot against his skin echoed through the place, but he continued to stand, watching her with a curious twinkle in his eye.
Gun smiled slightly, satisfied. "Not bad," he commented in his grave, calm tone, as if he had barely felt the kicks. "But it's not enough."
Rimuru, still on guard, took a few steps away, quickly assessing the situation. What the hell...?he thought, his mind processing Gun's superhuman stamina. Not only had he withstood her blows, but he seemed to enjoy them, checking their strength directly on his body.
"Is that all you have?" Gun added, with a confident smile as he slowly moved toward her, as if he were daring her to try something else. His stance didn't change, but there was something about his presence that was intimidating, a self-assurance that was hard to ignore.
Rimuru narrowed his eyes, now fully aware that this fight was not going to be like the others. In front of her was someone who not only had impressive strength, but also stamina beyond the ordinary. But far from being discouraged, a spark of emotion ignited inside him. This was the kind of challenge I had always hoped for.
"Don't underestimate me," Rimuru said with a slight smile.
He lowered his center of gravity and began to move with the fluidity of Capoeira, swinging on a ginga, his feet gliding nimbly on the wet ground. Gun raised an eyebrow, surprised by the sudden transition of styles.
Rimuru attacked first.
Spinning on his axis, he launched an upward kick towards Gun's head. The latter, anticipating the blow, blocked with his forearm and immediately countered with a direct blow from Kyokushin Karate, aimed at Rimuru's torso. She narrowly dodged him, using her Capoeira agility to evade and slide to the side, moving in circles around Gun.
The exchange of techniques continued.
Gun decided to change the pace, combining the power of Kyokushin with the speed of Taekwondo. He threw a series of sidekicks and lows, looking to weaken Rimuru's defense. Each kick was so powerful that the air around him seemed to shake with the impact. However, Rimuru, using his own mastery of Taekwondo, blocked or dodged most of the attacks, sliding his foot back to deflect the weight of each punch.
When Rimuru, in a surprise attack, threw a low spin on Capoeira, looking to sweep Gun's legs, he reacted immediately, showing that he also mastered this art. He made a nimble motion, lifting one leg to evade the sweep while balancing with one arm resting on the ground. Rimuru wasted no time, got up immediately and threw another side kick, but Gun was already prepared.
Using the same Capoeira technique, he made an aerial turn to dodge the attack, and before Rimuru could react, he counterattacked with a downward kick from the air. Rimuru, with surprising dexterity, ducked just in time, letting the kick cut through the air above his head.
Both fighters looked at each other.
The ground beneath them grew increasingly soggy, as rain seeped through the damaged roof, but neither of them seemed willing to stop. The fight was a game of reflexes, technique and strategy. Rimuru, drawing on his boxing experience, reached out to close the distance, throwing fast jabs and hooks. Gun, with an imperturbable serenity, blocked and absorbed the blows, waiting for the right moment.
The tension was growing.
Every move was carefully calculated. Gun knew that Rimuru was not a simple fighter; There was something about his speed and adaptability that kept him on his toes. Rimuru, for his part, felt that he was facing someone who could match his strength and skill in any style.
Gun began to fight more seriously, throwing brutal blows towards Rimuru without worrying about dodging his attacks. Every impact echoed through the air, and the young fighter found herself in a difficult situation, unable to withstand the power of Gun's fists. However, when Rimuru got up from the ground, determination flashed in his eyes. His pupils, which were normally golden, lit up with an intense red glow, manifesting his 'Force Domain'.
With a cry of defiance, Rimuru threw a powerful punch into Gun's stomach. Despite the ferocity of the attack, Gun stood his ground. A white glow began to surround his body, indicating his "Endurance Mastery", which allowed him to withstand the impact of the blow without flinching. Both fighters had broken through human boundaries, reaching a level of superhuman power. The fight reached a new level of intensity, as both combatants prepared to push their confrontation to the limit.
Rain was pouring down on the sodden ground, and the sound of banging echoed through the air. Rimuru, with his "Force Mastery" activated, was lunging at Gun with unmatched intensity. His fists flew like projectiles, launching a series of powerful punches that sought to hit his opponent.
"Don't just stand there!" shouted Rimuru as he threw a roundhouse kick toward his head. The attack was swift and precise, and although his goal was clear, Gun didn't move at all. Instead, he let the kick hit his side, a bold gesture that showed his confidence.
"Come on, that's all you have?" Gun replied, his face lit up with a maniacal smile of excitement. He did not flinch when he received Rimuru's blows; In fact, he seemed to enjoy every hit as if it were a game. The white glow of his 'Endurance Mastery' enveloped his body, absorbing the damage from each strike as if it were a challenge.
Rimuru intensified his attacks, throwing a combination of punches and kicks, each with the power of his "Force Mastery". Each blow landed with a rumble, causing the ground to shake beneath his feet. However, Gun stood firm, smiling enthusiastically at the intensity of the fighting.
"This is more fun than I thought!" exclaimed Gun, laughing between the attacks. Rimuru's every punch was a test, and he relished the opportunity to measure his endurance against the strength of the young fighter.
Rimuru was frustrated. "You can't keep ignoring my attacks forever. I'm going to beat you!" With a cry of determination, he lunged with a punch straight into Gun's face, followed by a swift kick to his side.
Gun absorbed the impact of the punch, feeling Rimuru's power collide with him. "That was a good hit! But I still need more from you." With a defiant smile, he countered with a brutal hook to the chin that sent Rimuru staggering.
The battle continued, a fierce dance of strength and endurance, where each fighter tested the other's limits. Rimuru, with each attack he launched, felt more determined to break through Gun's defense, as he reveled in the thrill of the fight, ignoring the pain in his body and seeking out the challenge his opponent offered.
Gun, gladly receiving Rimuru's attacks, did not bother to dodge. Each punch and kick reinforced by his "Force Mastery" hit him, but did nothing but scratch him. With each stroke, his smile grew, fascinated by the intensity of the girl in front of him.
Rimuru, seeing that his attacks were not working, became more frustrated with each passing second. He was doing his best, but Gun didn't even flinch. On one last attempt, he threw a full-force kick to his side, but Gun blocked it with ease. Wasting no time, he counterattacked with two consecutive punches, both boosted by his own "Force Mastery".
The impacts echoed through Rimuru's body, throwing her to the ground. The pain was intense, but more than the physical pain, what hurt her was the reality that she wasn't strong enough yet. He was breathing heavily as he tried to get up, but his legs were shaking.
Gun slowly approached, lighting a cigarette as he watched her. Taking a puff, he exhaled the smoke silently, with a thoughtful look. Then he spoke, this time in a much more serious tone than before.
"You are strong, Rimuru. You have a lot of potential, I admit it... But you lack discipline and control. If you continue like this, you will be defeated many more times, and not everyone will let you get up."
Rimuru was staring at him from the ground, his golden eyes still burning with determination, but the frustration was evident. Gun smiled again, this time with a hint of genuine interest in his eyes.
"I'm going to make you an offer." He paused to take one more drag on his cigarette. "I don't want you to be part of any team, at least not for now. I want you to be my student."
Rimuru, surprised, looked at him in disbelief.
"Your student?" he muttered.
"Yes," Gun replied firmly. "I see in you something that most people never achieve, the desire to be stronger. I can teach you how to control that force, how to really use it. But you'll have to follow my rules. If you accept, you will start your real training tomorrow."
Rimuru's heart was pounding. The idea of learning from someone as powerful as Gun was tempting, and he knew that if he wanted to become stronger, this was the opportunity he needed.
After a moment's reflection, he nodded slowly. "Okay. I'll be your student."
Gun smiled contentedly. "Good start." Then, he put out his cigarette and started to leave. Before disappearing completely, he turned one last time to her. "See you tomorrow, Rimuru. Make sure you're prepared."
Rimuru watched him walk away, his body still sore from the fight, but now with a sense of renewed purpose. The rage he had felt before faded, replaced by a deeper determination. I knew this was just the beginning of something much bigger.
Questions:
5 Crews? Yes or no.
Men? Women? Mixed?
A name from the Rimuru Crew?
What kind of business would Rimuru's Crew cover?
Oh… Do you want her to be Gun's student? - The answer to this question is: If you want to see Rimuru alongside Gun and not send her to do that Crew thing and also have her work for Gun, it would be like replacing Goo Kim vs UI Daniel. That is, Rimuru would fight with Daniel UI, or maybe another job so as not to take away the epicness of Goo Kim vs Ui Daniel.
In the next chapter do we start with the transfer of Daniel Park?
With all this, it would help me a lot in continuing the story.
Goodbye. And thank you for answering the questions.