In a classroom at Tokyo Den High School, sunlight streamed through the window, slanting across the desks. A gentle breeze blew in, bringing a touch of coolness.
The students in the classroom were either writing furiously or deep in thought. Occasionally, someone would secretly glance up, but ultimately, they had to return to the test papers in front of them.
They had only one goal: to complete the damn test in front of them.
Fujita, the invigilating teacher, with his rounded belly, patrolled the aisles between the desks.
However, in this tense atmosphere, two anomalies appeared. Baki, after writing his name on the test paper, began to daydream.
Allen, on the other hand, was even more direct; he simply lay on his desk and slept.
"Are you very sleepy, Allen?" Fujita walked up to Allen's desk, his brows slightly furrowed.
"Hmm? Ah?"
"Teacher Fujita, is something wrong?" Allen groggily lifted his head, his face still bearing the marks of sleep.
Fujita picked up the paper on Allen's desk, glanced at it, then glanced at Baki's paper, and couldn't help but sigh.
"I'm telling you two, one of you only wrote his name, and the other didn't even write his name. You're truly composed."
"Allen, what were you doing last night? Playing games all night?" Fujita's tone was helpless, and his eyes showed concern. He looked at the young man in front of him, feeling somewhat disappointed.
"Teacher Fujita, I went to Central Park to train last night." Allen rubbed his eyes. He didn't think his confrontation with Spec could be considered a game.
"I heard from Teacher Yamamoto that you and Baki both got full marks on your physical tests." Fujita pushed up his glasses.
"I'm telling you two, why don't you drop out and try to become Olympic athletes?"
"Caught by Demon Lord Fujita, those two are in for trouble."
"I feel like Allen-kun and Baki-kun would actually be good Olympic athletes."
A buzz of whispers immediately filled the classroom, and many students turned their heads curiously.
"No gossiping, get back to your papers!" Fujita yelled sternly, and the classroom quieted down again. He then leaned closer to Allen.
"Allen, what kind of power do you think built this school?"
Fujita tapped his temple: "It's the brain, the power of what's in here."
"Listen carefully, Allen." Fujita's tone softened as he spoke earnestly.
"This world doesn't run on the power of muscles, but on the power of the mind."
"No matter how fast you run, you can't outrun a motorcycle."
"No matter how strong you are, you can't lift a car."
"No matter how fast you swim, you can't reach a tenth of a speedboat's speed."
"No matter how high you jump, you can't imitate a glider."
"I'm not wrong, am I, Allen?"
Allen blinked, a thoughtful expression on his face: "Teacher is right, humans indeed can't outrun motorcycles."
He could feel Teacher Fujita's good intentions. Although this teacher always loved to lecture, he genuinely cared about his students.
He was much better than those teachers who smiled on the surface but secretly caused trouble for you.
Fujita nodded with satisfaction. It seemed Allen was still salvageable. If he could improve his scores in theoretical subjects, there was a good chance he could get into a good university.
With Allen's perfect score in the physical test, he might even be able to work for the police department. If he could become a police officer, his future wouldn't be too bad.
Fujita was about to offer a few more words of encouragement when he heard a "pfft" of laughter from beside him.
He turned to look and saw Baki covering his mouth, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
"Van Ma-kun, what's so funny?" Fujita asked with a frown.
Baki wiped away the tears from his laughter: "Sorry, teacher… I've just seen a few people who can defeat wild beasts."
"Where are those people? I've lived for so many years and have never seen them."
"It can't be your dad, can it?" Fujita walked dismissively towards the window, looking at the sports field.
"For example, even if it were Webber or Bolt, starting a full sprint from the edge of the field…",
"They still couldn't jump into this classroom on the second floor."
"Because even Bolt has to climb stairs to enter a classroom. That's the limit of human beings."
"And achieving these things relies on human intelligence."
As Fujita lectured, a red-haired man in a ninja suit slowly walked to the base of the school building. He was about 1.8 meters tall and looked very strong.
At this moment, he was looking up at the classroom where Allen was.
This man was Doyle, one of the five death row inmates.
Doyle steadily bent his body and knees, his leg muscles tensed, and with a powerful push, the ground beneath his feet instantly caved in, leaving a deep pit.
"Bang!"
With a loud crash, glass shards flew everywhere as Doyle, like a cannonball, slammed into the classroom, landing steadily behind Fujita.
All the students shrieked in terror. Fujita stumbled backward, crashing into Allen's desk.
"Students, run! I'll stop him!" Although Fujita's legs were trembling, he still spread his arms to block in front of the students. His responsibility as a teacher would not allow him to abandon them.
Protecting his students, that was his responsibility!
Doyle ignored Fujita, who was blocking his way, and slowly walked towards Allen.
"From the sports field, seeing you being lectured by the teacher, I felt a little sorry." His voice was deep and powerful.
"To save time, I just came in directly and roughly."
"That's all." Doyle was very serious. He couldn't stand to see a powerful fighter like Allen being lectured by a weak, fat man.
"Um…" Fujita was also a bit confused by the situation. He mustered his courage and stepped forward, wanting to say that Doyle was interrupting the exam.
"Get out." Doyle coldly glared at Fujita, then casually waved his hand. Fujita flew out like a rag doll, crashing heavily against the wall.
The classroom was in chaos, students screaming and scattering.
Allen slowly stood up, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "You're looking for me?"
He had initially thought Doyle's sincere demeanor meant he was coming to make friends, but he didn't expect him to be looking for trouble.
Doyle grinned, revealing his stark white teeth: "I heard you defeated Spec and Dorian?"
"I want to test your strength."
Baki also stood up at this moment, blocking Allen's path: "Hey, this is a school. If you want to fight, find another place."
Doyle narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Baki: "You are Baki Hanma? Your opponent is downstairs; he's waiting for you."
Allen patted Baki's shoulder: "Let me handle this."
Baki understood, then jumped directly out of the classroom window.
The moment he leaped out the window, screams erupted in the classroom, one after another.
A few girls covered their mouths, tears falling to the floor, while the boys' eyes widened. Some wanted to rush forward to grab Baki, who had jumped out the window, but they were too late.
"Van Ma-kun!" The class monitor, Michi, cried out in terror. She stumbled to the window but saw Baki land steadily on the sports field.
"Allen, do you see? They are merely weak ordinary people, making a fuss over a small matter." Doyle spread his hands, a smirk on his face.
"I deeply regret that a powerful fighter like you is still sitting in a classroom, playing house with these people."
"There are inherent differences between people. I regret that you haven't figured this out yet."
Doyle rotated his wrists, making cracking sounds: "Let us…"
"Clang!" Before he could finish speaking, Allen suddenly grabbed a ballpoint pen from the desk and flicked his wrist.
The ballpoint pen became a silver straight line, grazing Doyle's cheek and embedding itself in the wall behind him, its tail still vibrating with a hum.
"Let's go somewhere else." Allen slung his backpack over his shoulder, then similarly flipped and leaped out the window.
Doyle licked the blood from his face, then suddenly burst into laughter, following suit and climbing out the window.
"Allen-kun!"
The students in the classroom quickly rushed to the window, crowding together, looking down at the sports field. They were somewhat worried about Allen; that was a monster who could jump from the sports field into the classroom in one leap.
Could Allen-kun really handle him?