Time to stir the pot.
Krishna: "Yo, Damnraj, pass me that gold real quick."
The coin clinks onto the table as Dhanraj freezes. His eye twitches. The air shifts like a storm is about to break loose.
Dhanraj: "DONT. DAMN. NO. RAJ. HERE."
A beat of silence—then absolute pandemonium.
Malachi explodes into laughter, nearly rolling off the couch.
Malachi: "Ohhh, he got you quick! Nah, that was personal!"
Raiden, casually munching on chips like this is prime entertainment, raises an eyebrow.
Raiden: "Man really said ‘no blasphemy in this bloodline.’"
Krishna, completely unfazed, turns a page in his book and shrugs.
Krishna: "I mean, with all that gold you hoard, I figured you were a damned Raj."
Dhanraj stands up so fast his chair screeches across the floor. His hands ball into fists, veins subtly glowing gold as his Catalyst activates.
Dhanraj: "SAY IT AGAIN AND I’LL ENCASE YOU IN A SOLID GOLD COFFIN."
Frostbite, who had been silently scrolling on his phone, doesn’t even look up.
Frostbite: "Wouldn’t that just make him richer?"
Dhanraj stares at him for a long second. "That’s not the point."
Meanwhile, Nazeem—always the instigator—is nudging Krishna, eyes glinting with amusement.
Nazeem: "Nah, you won’t. You scared. Say it again, bro."
Toki, flipping a knife between his fingers, shakes his head.
Toki: "Dhanraj bout to add another golden statue to the school decor."
Krishna leans forward, resting his chin on his hands, locking eyes with Dhanraj like a predator toying with its prey. His smirk widens.
Krishna (grinning): "...Damnraj."
Dhanraj snaps. A furious yell rips from his throat as golden tendrils shoot out from his palms, lashing toward Krishna.
Malachi is crying from laughter, struggling to breathe.
Malachi (wheezing): "BRO, HE GOT HANDS MADE OF GOLD BUT CAN’T HANDLE A JOKE—"
Raiden is already recording, zooming in dramatically on Dhanraj’s furious expression while captioning the video “Krishna, RIP (Gone Wrong) (Not Clickbait).”
Yuki pinches the bridge of his nose, looking exhausted.
Yuki: "I am begging you all to just shut up for one afternoon."
At that moment, the door swings open. Aliyah walks in, sipping from a smoothie, looking at the scene—Dhanraj fuming, golden tendrils wrecking the furniture, Krishna casually dodging, Malachi nearly dead from laughter, and Raiden filming like it’s a live documentary.
She blinks.
Aliyah: "Why is Dhanraj screaming?"
Mina, lying on the couch like she’s seen this exact scenario a hundred times, doesn’t even look up.
Mina: "Krishna exists."
Aliyah just nods, unbothered.
Aliyah: "Ah. Say less."
She walks away like nothing happened.
Scene fades to complete chaos.
Krishna steps up to the punching machine, rolling his shoulders with confidence. His classmates are gathered around, some watching with mild curiosity, others barely paying attention.
Krishna: "Alright, let’s see what we’re working with."
He cracks his knuckles, takes a stance, and throws a solid punch into the machine.
BAM!
The machine beeps, calculating… and then displays 577 lbs.
Krishna steps back, nodding to himself like he just accomplished something historic.
Krishna: "Yo, not bad. Almost 600 pounds, bro. That's gotta be top-tier."
Malachi, mid-sip of his drink, nearly chokes.
Malachi: "TOP-TIER WHERE?"
Raiden, squinting at the score, tilts his head.
Raiden: "Bro, a large gorilla hits at like 1,200 pounds. You celebrating half a gorilla?"
Krishna crosses his arms.
Krishna: "Hey, considering I don't have a Catalyst, that’s impressive."
Lady Flame, overhearing this, steps forward with a smirk.
Lady Flame: "Lemme try."
Krishna gestures toward the machine like a gentleman.
Krishna: "Be my guest. Let’s see what a mere 140-pound person with a fire Catalyst can do."
The second he finishes that sentence, multiple heads turn.
Yuki: "Did he say mere—??"
Toki: "Bro, what is he DOING?"
Dhanraj: "That’s crazy, bro. It’s like watching someone poke a bear with a stick and smile about it."
Lady Flame rolls her shoulders, her arms igniting with a controlled blaze. She doesn’t even wind up—she just throws a punch.
BOOOOOOM.
The impact is so loud it echoes through the entire facility. The entire machine jerks backward a few inches. A high-pitched alarm goes off, like it wasn’t even programmed to handle this much force.
Score: 1,800 lbs.
Everyone collectively stops breathing.
Krishna’s confident smirk fades as he slowly looks up at the number on the screen.
Malachi just starts laughing. HARD.
Malachi (crying): "NAH—SHE HIT THREE TIMES HARDER THAN YOU. THREE TIMES. AND SHE’S LIGHTER THAN YOU BY LIKE 40 POUNDS."
Raiden just closes the chip bag he was holding.
Raiden: "I lost my appetite."
Dhanraj, rubbing his temple: "Man was out here flexing 577 like he wasn’t in the presence of literal superhumans."
Nazeem leans on Krishna’s shoulder with a sympathetic nod.
Nazeem: "It’s okay, bro. Not everyone can be built for greatness."
Krishna, still in shock: "Nah, hold on—"
Before he can defend himself, Lady Flame leans in, smirking.
Lady Flame: "Mere 140 pounds, huh?"
Krishna, sweating:
Krishna: "I misspoke."
Lady Flame: "Say it again. I dare you."
Krishna: "Nah, we good. We so good."
Frostbite, shaking his head: "I should’ve recorded that. Would’ve gone viral."
Mina, sighing from her seat: "Krishna really out here being the embodiment of ‘talk shit, get hit.’"
Toki, pointing dramatically: "That is One Punch Woman right there."
Yuki, still staring at the machine: "She punches harder than a heavyweight champion, bro."
Remus, barely holding in laughter: "Krishna is going to be pregnant with her kids after that one."
Malachi nearly collapses from laughter.
Malachi: "STOP—THE BABY ALREADY HAS FLAME POWERS."
Krishna just stands there, his soul leaving his body.
Aliyah, walking in late, seeing Krishna looking humbled and everyone else in stunned silence: "Okay, what happened?"
Mina, gesturing vaguely: "Krishna tried to compare his punch to Lady Flame’s."
Aliyah immediately understands.
Aliyah: "Ah. Say less."
The scene fades as Malachi continues to laugh, Raiden shakes his head in disappointment, and Krishna just stands there rethinking his life choices.
Scene: USCT School – Classroom – Midday Chaos
The classroom was in its usual state of organized chaos—students chatting, some napping, and a few actually doing their work. The atmosphere was relaxed, with the occasional banter echoing across the room. Malachi was casually leaning back in his chair, half-listening to the conversation between Renford and Remus about who could actually outfight a bear.
Then, the doors burst open.
Krishna storms in, wielding a baton from the tech class.
A hush fell over the room for half a second before a collective reaction of confusion and excitement swept through the students.
Renford squints.
Renford: "Why does he have a baton—?"
Remus looks up, unimpressed, arms crossed.
Remus: "No. No, no, no. I refuse to be part of whatever this is."
Krishna, grinning like a menace, slaps the baton against his palm.
Krishna: "You know what? I think it’s time we settled some scores."
The classroom erupts.
Malachi immediately bolts out of his chair, knocking over a notebook in the process.
Malachi: "NOPE. NOT TODAY."
Krishna lunges after him, swinging the baton wildly. Malachi jukes to the side, dodging like his life depends on it (because it does).
Malachi: "WHY ME? WHAT DID I DO?!"
Krishna: "I remember what you said about my 577-pound punch. THIS IS RETRIBUTION."
Malachi dives over a desk, narrowly avoiding a strike. Papers fly everywhere. Students gasp, laugh, and cheer as the chase intensifies.
Renford immediately grabs a baton from Krishna’s hands as he sprints past.
Renford: "Oh, you brought a weapon? Bet."
Remus sighs, gets up slowly, and reaches into his bag. He pulls out a baton of his own.
Remus: "I always stay strapped."
Yuki, from the side, horrified: "Why the hell do you already have one??"
Remus shrugs.
Remus: "I prepare for situations like this."
With Krishna, Renford, and Remus now armed, Malachi realizes the grave mistake he has made by existing in their vicinity.
Malachi leaps onto a chair, then vaults over a table, parkour-style, barely dodging a swing from Krishna.
Malachi: "Y’ALL ARE REALLY DOING THIS? THREE ON ONE???"
The entire class is now fully invested in the chase.
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Toki and Yuki are recording.
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Aliyah is crying from laughter.
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Dhanraj is just shaking his head, disappointed but entertained.
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Houyan is taking bets on whether Malachi survives.
Malachi, breathing hard, dives behind a chair, using it as a shield.
Malachi: "Y’ALL CAN’T CATCH ME. I’M BUILT DIFFERENT."
Krishna, adjusting his grip on the baton: "We’ll see about that."
Renford and Remus exchange a glance. Then—they go in opposite directions.
Malachi’s eyes widen.
Malachi: "Wait. WAIT. WAIT—"
Before he can react, Remus swings first. An electric crackle fills the air as the baton grazes Malachi’s arm.
He yelps and jumps back, straight into Renford’s attack.
Renford hooks Malachi’s ankle with the baton and sweeps him off his feet.
Malachi crashes to the floor.
And then—Krishna finishes it.
Krishna, standing over him victoriously: "Justice is served."
He brings the baton down—gently—on Malachi’s stomach, tapping it like a judge with a gavel.
The entire class erupts into chaos.
Malachi (wheezing): "Y’all got NO HONOR. NONE."
Krishna (victorious): "This is what happens when you disrespect a 577-pound punch."
Renford and Remus fist-bump.
Remus: "We make a good team."
Toki and Yuki upload the entire thing under the caption: "Malachi really thought he could outrun fate."
Aliyah, wiping tears from her eyes: "Bro, this is the funniest day of my life."
Malachi just lays there, staring at the ceiling, questioning everything.
(Scene: USCT City – Downtown – Late Afternoon)
The city was buzzing with its usual energy—cars honking, people walking the streets, and students from USCT grabbing snacks from the street vendors after class.
Yuki had just stepped out of a convenience store, casually sipping on a drink, when a shadow moved too fast in the corner of her eye.
A masked criminal, dressed in ragged clothes with desperation in his eyes, lunged toward her with a knife.
Criminal: "Hand over everything! NOW!"
Yuki froze for a second, her brain processing the situation.
Yuki: "Bro, what?"
But before she could react—before ANYONE could react—there was a sudden, violent rush of wind.
BOOM!
A fist collided with the criminal’s face at such ridiculous speed and force that the shockwave sent dust and loose papers flying through the air.
The sound of impact was like a gunshot.
The criminal’s body lifted off the ground, rocketing through the air like he had just been hit by a freight train disguised as a human fist.
WHOOSH—
He spun uncontrollably, his limbs flailing as he disappeared into the sky, becoming nothing more than a speck in the distance.
People on the street just stood there, eyes wide, jaws dropped.
And then—
CRAAAAASH!
Far, FAR away, on the other side of the city, the criminal slammed through the hospital roof, destroying a section of the ceiling before violently colliding with a bed in the emergency ward.
Doctors and nurses screamed in panic as the man laid there, barely conscious, body broken in twelve places, covered in bruises and cuts, gasping for breath with a punctured lung.
Back at the scene, the wind finally settled, and everyone slowly turned toward the source of destruction.
Standing there, fist still clenched, was Zephyr.
His usual relaxed, Zen-like expression was still there, but his eyes burned with something rare—actual anger.
His scarf fluttered in the air as he sighed.
Zephyr: "You alright, Yuki?"
Yuki, blinking in disbelief, looked at the now empty space where the criminal once stood.
Yuki: "...He’s gone."
Krishna, who had been walking toward the scene mid-sip of his drink, just froze.
Krishna: "Bro sent him straight to the respawn screen."
Toki, recording with his phone, zoomed in on the small dust cloud in the sky where the criminal used to be.
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Toki: "Zephyr out here committing actual murder with a single punch."
Malachi, who had JUST recovered from the last incident, shook his head.
Malachi: "Man gave him a speedrun to the hospital."
Raiden, slowly putting his chips away:
Raiden: "Yeah, I don’t want to be here anymore."
Aliyah, still staring at the sky:
Aliyah: "Y’all think the hospital noticed?"
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Meanwhile, at the hospital…
Doctor: "Sir, how did you get here?!"
Criminal (barely breathing, tears in his eyes): "I-I don’t even know… one second I was robbing someone… next second I met God…"
A nurse checked the medical report.
Nurse: "12 broken bones, 25 bruises, 15 cuts, and lung damage…?!"
Another doctor looked at the footage from a street camera, watching Zephyr's one punch send the guy airborne.
Doctor: "Nah, man. That ain't a hero. That's a whole different breed of monster."
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Back at the scene, the group was still processing what they had just witnessed.
Yuki, taking another sip of her drink like nothing happened, glanced at Zephyr.
Yuki: "Hey, thanks."
Zephyr just gave a small nod, his calm expression returning.
Zephyr: "No problem."
Krishna shook his head, still in disbelief.
Krishna: "Nah, bro… I just punched a machine and got 577 pounds. Zephyr just punched a dude into a hospital."
Raiden, exhaling deeply:
Raiden: "That man ain’t recovering physically or emotionally."
Toki, still recording:
Toki: "Ladies and gentlemen, we have discovered One Punch Man’s long-lost brother."
The video immediately went viral under the caption:
"Man tried to rob a girl and got SENT TO HEAVEN & BACK."
Zephyr, stretching his arms and walking off:
Zephyr: "Alright, let’s grab some food."
And just like that, he moved on, as if he hadn’t just committed an act of divine retribution.
(Scene: USCT School – Training Grounds – Late Afternoon)
The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden hues over the training grounds. Students had mostly finished their combat drills for the day, and the air smelled of sweat, dust, and lingering power signatures.
Amidst the emptying field, two figures remained—Remus, the young and eager student, and Kuruya, the experienced and unpredictable teacher.
They stood opposite each other, both Chimera Beast Catalyst users, both with the ability to replicate the traits of any animal they encountered.
Despite their differences in age and experience, there was an unspoken bond between them—the understanding of what it meant to be more than human.
Kuruya crouched low, his golden-yellow eyes flickering with an almost feral intensity, his fanged grin widening.
Kuruya: "So, you think you’re ready to take me on, kid?"
Remus rolled his shoulders, determination gleaming in his youthful eyes. His movements were controlled but tense—the opposite of Kuruya’s raw, untamed energy.
Remus: "You tell me, Sensei. I’ve been training hard."
Kuruya barked out a laugh.
Kuruya: "Training hard? That means nothing if you don’t fight smart. Let’s see if you’ve got instincts or if you’re just another cub trying to roar."
Without warning, he lunged forward, his body shifting mid-air—muscles thickening, his arms sprouting jaguar-like fur as his nails elongated into claws. His speed was insane, cutting the distance in a heartbeat.
But Remus didn’t flinch.
With a calm breath, his own transformation activated—his skin hardening like an armadillo’s shell, his muscles bulging with gorilla-like strength.
BOOM!
Kuruya’s clawed strike met Remus’ forearm, and the ground cracked beneath them from the sheer force.
A shockwave blasted out, kicking up dirt and sending nearby training dummies flying.
Kuruya’s grin widened.
Kuruya: "That’s more like it!"
With unnatural flexibility, he twisted midair and lashed out with his tiger-enhanced legs, aiming a roundhouse kick at Remus’ ribs.
Remus exhaled sharply, and in an instant—his Catalyst adapted.
His legs thickened, taking on the form of a kangaroo’s, and with a brutal counter-kick, he sent Kuruya flying back like a ragdoll.
Kuruya twisted midair like a cat, flipping three times before landing smoothly on all fours. His ears twitched, his grin never fading.
Kuruya: "Not bad. You’re learning."
Remus cracked his knuckles, breathing steadily.
Remus: "You’re holding back."
Kuruya smirked, stretching his arms like this was nothing more than a light warm-up.
Kuruya: "Damn right, I am. You’re not ready for the full experience."
Remus huffed, rolling his shoulders before standing up straight.
Remus: "Then give it to me. How can I grow stronger if you keep treating me like a kid?"
Kuruya’s smirk faded slightly, his gaze sharpening.
Kuruya: "You think power is all about strength? You let the beast take over when you fight."
Remus scoffed.
Remus: "And you don’t? I fight with instinct, you fight with experience. Guess that’s why we balance out, huh?"
Kuruya studied him for a moment before chuckling.
Kuruya: "Maybe. Or maybe you’re just a stubborn pup who doesn’t know when to listen."
Remus smirked.
Remus: "And you’re just an old wolf that forgot how to teach."
A long pause followed.
Then—both grinned.
There was no hostility between them, only the mutual understanding of what it meant to be a Chimera Beast user.
Both of them lived with the constant struggle of controlling their animalistic urges while maintaining their humanity.
They weren’t just teacher and student.
They were kindred spirits in the wild.
After a moment, Kuruya flopped onto the ground, arms behind his head.
Kuruya: "Man, I swear, you’re one of the only kids here who actually gets it. Everybody else either gets scared or pissed off."
Remus sat beside him, leaning back on his arms, looking up at the sky.
Remus: "Because you and I are different, Sensei. The others see us as humans with powers."
His gaze flickered slightly, turning sharper.
Remus: "But we both know we’re something else entirely."
Kuruya’s expression turned thoughtful.
A silence stretched between them, comfortable yet heavy with unspoken truths.
Then—
Kuruya: "Yeah, well, at least we got each other, huh?"
Remus smirked.
Remus: "Yeah. We do."
And with that, the two Chimera Beasts sat under the setting sun, the seasoned warrior and the rising hunter, the wild and the disciplined—bound together by the instincts only they could understand.
The cold fluorescent lights flickered slightly as Krishna groggily sat up on the surgical table, still feeling the aftereffects of the Catalyst Surgery. His entire body ached, his muscles felt heavier, denser—like raw power had been stuffed into his bones. Dr. Coby Vigor, standing next to the operating table, tapped a few notes into his clipboard with an arrogant smirk.
Dr. Coby Vigor: “Well, I did it. The surgery was a success. Krishna finally has a Catalyst.”
The air was thick with tension. This was big. The one student in Class K who had zero abilities was finally in the game. But instead of celebration, there was silence.
Then, Remus let out a deep sigh and folded his arms. His beast-like amber eyes locked onto Krishna.
Remus: “So… Krishna isn’t an idiot anymore?”
Dr. Coby Vigor didn’t even hesitate.
Dr. Coby Vigor: “Oh no, don’t be ridiculous—he’s still an idiot.”
Krishna: “BRO, WHAT?—”
Dr. Coby Vigor: “But now, he’s an idiot with Superhuman.”
Raiden, who had been leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, let out a long, disappointed sigh.
Raiden: “Damn… not Life Catalyst?”
Across the room, the most powerful man in existence—Lifeblood—stood motionless. His presence alone was like gravity, making the atmosphere heavy. He closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, then exhaled like a disappointed father.
Lifeblood: “So he’s underpowered. Because he has only Superhuman.”
The words hit the room like a gunshot.
Malachi, who had been sitting on the counter, burst out laughing, nearly falling off. He wiped a fake tear from his eye, shaking his head.
Malachi: “So instead of Superman, we got Superbitch.”
The entire lab erupted in laughter.
Krishna: “Man, fuck y’all.”
Remus: “You gotta admit, though, that’s kinda mid. You had all this buildup, and you got the default ability pack.”
Krishna: “Bro, I just woke up from surgery, and y’all already roasting me? My body hurts.”
Raiden: “Yeah, yeah, shut up, Superbitch.”
Krishna: “RAIDEN, I SWEAR TO GOD—”
Dr. Coby Vigor, still completely ignoring the verbal warfare, jotted a few things on his clipboard.
Dr. Coby Vigor: “Alright, alright, let’s run some tests. Krishna, try punching something. Let’s see how ‘Superhuman’ you really are.”
Krishna groaned, rolling his shoulders. His body did feel different—tighter, heavier, like his muscles were made of compressed steel. He clenched his fist and looked around the lab.
Krishna: “First person to talk shit gets punched.”
Malachi (grinning): “I bet it’ll feel like a light breeze.”
Krishna didn’t hesitate. He turned, cocked his fist back, and threw a full-force punch at Malachi’s gut.
—BOOM.
Malachi was gone.
Like physically sent flying. His body crashed through three tables, before slamming into the reinforced steel wall, leaving a dent.
For a moment, silence.
Everyone just stared at the aftermath, processing what just happened.
Raiden: “…Okay, damn. Maybe not that underpowered.”
Lifeblood: Hmph.
Dr. Coby Vigor: “Not bad.” He scribbles something down on his clipboard. “But you’re still an idiot.”
Krishna, fists still clenched, veins pulsing, turned to the room, his voice shaking with frustration.
Krishna: “BRO, CAN Y’ALL SHUT THE HELL UP?!”
Malachi, still stuck in the wall, groaned.
Malachi: “I ain’t gonna lie, bro. That shit hurt.”
The air was still thick from the shockwave of Krishna’s first punch. Malachi was still groaning from where he was embedded in the wall, and the other students were just standing there, stunned.
Krishna, meanwhile, stood there shaking, adrenaline coursing through his veins. The power in his body felt unreal—like his muscles were fueled by pure force, like he could bend steel with a flick of his fingers.
Dr. Coby Vigor was furiously writing on his clipboard, nodding in approval.
Dr. Coby Vigor: “Okay, okay, that was… impressive.”
Lifeblood, arms crossed, nodded. “At least his Catalyst isn’t a complete waste.”
Krishna rolled his shoulders, cracking his knuckles, feeling the raw energy surging through him.
Krishna: “Alright, alright, I see the vision now. Let’s test this out properly.”
Raiden: “Bro, you sure? You just got this Catalyst.”
Krishna: “Man, I got this. I’ll just—”
Dr. Coby Vigor: “Krishna, I’m telling you right now—control your output.”
Krishna waved him off. “Pffft, yeah, yeah, I get it—just don’t go 100% when I only need like 1%, right?”
Dr. Coby Vigor: “EXACTLY.”
Krishna: “…Yeah, I totally got that.”
(He did not get that.)
Krishna stood in the middle of the reinforced testing grounds, his classmates watching from a safe distance.
Dhanraj: “You sure he’s not gonna die?”
Renford: “Man, if he dies, that’s a him problem.”
Dr. Coby Vigor: “Alright, Krishna, this time, just throw a light punch—focus on using only 1%.”
Krishna: “Got it, got it.”
Krishna: (I’m totally using 1% this time.)
Krishna exhaled, focused, and threw a full-power punch at the air.
—BOOOOOM!!!
A massive shockwave exploded from his fist, shaking the entire school building. A crater formed beneath his feet, the ground ripping apart from the sheer force. The entire training ground shattered, concrete bursting into the air.
And then—
Krishna’s bones instantly snapped.
Both legs. Both arms. Gone.
His body crumpled like a ragdoll as he screamed in agony.
Krishna: “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
His classmates just stood there, deadpan.
Raiden: “Bro.”
Nazeem: “Ain’t no way.”
Darius: “Tell me he did not just go full force again.”
Dr. Coby Vigor, not even looking up from his clipboard: “Oh, he did.”
Krishna, twitching on the ground, tried to move, but his limbs were completely shattered.
Krishna: “I—I thought—I used—1%—”
Remus: “BRO, THAT WAS NOT 1%.”
Krishna lay in the USCT medical bay, fully bandaged, with two broken legs and two broken arms, looking like a human burrito. His face was half-covered in bandages, his expression pure suffering.
Across from him, his classmates stood there, staring.
Raiden: “Man, I can’t believe you’re already in the hospital on Day 1.”
Malachi: “Couldn’t be me.”
Krishna: “…You literally got punched into a wall.”
Malachi: “Yeah, but I walked away. You? You a mummy now.”
Krishna: “I—I hate y’all so much right now.”
Lifeblood, standing in the back, just shook his head.
Lifeblood: “So… he’s underpowered and an idiot.”
Krishna: “BRO, CAN Y’ALL STOP ROASTING ME?!!”
Dr. Coby Vigor, flipping through notes: “No.”
(Scene: USCT Training Grounds – Krishna’s Redemption Arc)
Krishna stood at the center of the freshly rebuilt training area, his stance more confident than ever. The bright afternoon sun cast long shadows across the field, and his muscles felt like coiled springs, ready to unleash. For once, the bandages that had been a constant companion after his previous mishaps were gone. His skin was now fully healed, but the memories of those painful, frustrating training sessions still lingered in the back of his mind. Dr. Coby Vigor’s warnings were fresh, but this time, Krishna was determined. No more reckless mistakes.
Around him, his classmates stood, some curious, some concerned, all waiting for the show to unfold. Krishna could practically hear the anxiety in their quiet murmurs.
Raiden: “If bro sends himself back to the medical room, I swear—”
Malachi, half-laughing: “Nah, let him cook. Either he succeeds, or we get a free comedy show.”
Krishna gave them a sidelong glance, a smirk forming on his lips. He wasn’t going to fail this time. He could feel the power building up inside him, that raw energy coursing through his body like an uncontrollable storm. But this time, he was going to keep it in check.
Dr. Coby Vigor: (sternly, with a slight sigh) “Alright, Krishna. This time, ACTUALLY use 1%. Just 1%—not 10%, not 50%. I’m not patching you up for the hundredth time.”
Krishna exhaled slowly, trying to ground himself. He focused, channeling his energy carefully, feeling the power but not letting it consume him. He wasn’t about to end up like last time, lying on a bed in the med bay with broken bones and an ego bruised worse than his body.
(Krishna’s First Controlled Punch)
Krishna clenched his fist, his fingers trembling slightly from the raw energy contained within. He steeled himself and swung at the reinforced training dummy in front of him. His movement was precise, controlled, and light, as Dr. Coby had instructed.
BOOOOM!!!
The impact was instantaneous. A shockwave rippled through the air like an earthquake. The sound was deafening—like a bomb going off in the distance. Krishna’s knuckles met the dummy, and in an instant, the reinforced material was reduced to dust, a fine powder drifting in the air as if the dummy had never existed. The remains crumbled to the ground, leaving nothing behind but a hole in the floor and a stunned silence.
His classmates’ eyes widened in shock. Some mouths hung open, and a few even took a step back.
Dhanraj, eyes wide: “Oh shit… he actually did it.”
Renford, blinking in disbelief: “Bro’s not a walking hospital bill anymore?”
Dr. Coby Vigor, with an approving nod, glanced at Krishna. His expression was unreadable, but there was a spark of satisfaction in his eyes.
Dr. Coby Vigor: “Good. Now, let’s increase the difficulty—try punching that reinforced steel wall.”
Krishna’s lips curled into a grin, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He felt invincible. “Oh, bet.”
(Krishna vs. The Training Building – Unintended Consequences)
Krishna took a deep breath. He steadied his stance, focusing all his energy. This time, he was going to control it. He knew he could.
Stepping forward, Krishna delivered a swift, controlled punch toward the side of the training building—a massive, multi-story, reinforced structure made to withstand extreme force. This was the real test. His knuckles barely grazed the wall as he released his power.
…
…
…
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The world seemed to stop. The air vibrated with the force of the impact. The ground trembled beneath Krishna’s feet, and the shockwave blasted outward with a ferocity that sent dust clouds rolling across the entire campus. Students screamed, diving for cover as the building shuddered, then crumbled in on itself. The reinforced steel, designed to endure the might of heroes, buckled like paper under Krishna’s light punch.
CRACK!
With a massive groan, the entire structure collapsed in on itself, debris raining down in every direction. The sound was like a freight train slamming into the earth—one long, earth-shaking noise. Krishna stood there, staring at his fist in utter shock, as the dust swirled around him.
The entire building—gone. Destroyed by a “light” punch.
Krishna blinked a few times, then looked up at the wreckage, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for words.
Krishna, looking at his fist in disbelief: “Oh… Oh shit.”
His classmates stood frozen, their faces a mixture of awe, fear, and complete confusion. Raiden, usually quick to joke, was now just speechless.
Raiden, after a long pause: “…He punched down the whole damn building.”
Malachi, grinning but with a hint of concern: “So, uh… Bro really thought 1% wasn’t gonna do much, huh?”
Lifeblood, arms crossed, looking smug: “Underpowered, my ass.”
The dust was still settling when Dr. Coby Vigor stepped forward, rubbing his temples with both hands as though preparing for a headache.
Dr. Coby Vigor, muttering to himself: “Krishna… you’ve got to be kidding me.”
He sighed and jotted something down on his clipboard.
Dr. Coby Vigor (writing quietly): “Krishna is no longer a liability… but is now a property damage risk.”
Krishna, who was still standing in the middle of the devastation, slowly turned around to face his classmates. He gave a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
Krishna, with a nervous laugh: “…Sooo, uh… who’s paying for this?”
Everyone turned to look at Dr. Coby Vigor. The silence stretched on for a few seconds as the weight of the situation sank in.
Dr. Coby Vigor just sighed, slumping his shoulders. He dropped his pen, as though giving up on life for a moment, then massaged his temples.
Dr. Coby Vigor, with a resigned tone: “Damn it, Krishna.”
The camera would have zoomed out at that moment, leaving Krishna standing amidst the wreckage, his classmates exchanging glances of disbelief. The only sound left was the faint groan of the collapsing building’s remnants settling into the ground.
And in the distance, the faint sound of an alarm ringing—a clear sign that USCT’s insurance premiums were about to skyrocket.
(Scene: USCT Training Grounds – Krishna’s Redemption Arc, Continued)
As the dust from the wrecked training building settled, Krishna stood amidst the rubble, casually wiping off his hands. The aftermath of his punch still lingered in the air like the remnants of a massive storm. His classmates stood in stunned silence, eyes wide, jaws slack from witnessing the sheer force Krishna had unleashed. But something unexpected was about to happen.
Krishna, completely unfazed by the destruction, adjusted his hoodie, clearly in his own world. He hadn’t noticed the growing tension between some of his classmates—the awkwardness in the air. As if sensing it, he raised an eyebrow, turning to face his classmates with a casual grin.
Krishna: "Yo, what's up? Y'all are looking at me like I just took down your hopes and dreams with that punch. What's the deal?"
There was a long pause, and then a few of the more socially awkward members of the group began to look at each other, shifting uncomfortably.
Raiden, quietly: "Nah, it's just... I don't know, man. There's been some... uh... weird stuff going around in the group, like... people just feelin' weird about some stuff, ya know?"
Malachi, half-laughing, half-serious: "Yeah, like, people are just... you know, different, and no one really knows how to talk about it. It's all kinda... uh... mixed vibes."
Krishna tilted his head, a lazy smile creeping across his face as he glanced around at the nervous looks. There was that awkwardness again. The kind of tension where people were too scared to ask what they really wanted to say. And yet, Krishna, completely out of place in the atmosphere of hesitation, felt perfectly at ease.
Krishna, nonchalantly: “Oh, so we’re doing that thing? Like, everyone’s scared to say stuff now? Come on, fam. I don’t care if you like dudes, or if you’re obsessed with MILFs, or if you’re low-key a furry or into GILFs. Like... it’s 2025, get over yourselves. Live your truth.”
The entire group went silent, their faces a mix of disbelief and shock. Krishna, not giving a single damn, continued like he was talking about the weather.
Krishna, casually pointing around at the group: “Like, look, I’m straight, but if you’re into, like, the whole furry thing or you got a thing for your grandma’s friends, I ain't gonna shame you. You do you. If you’re over here with a thing for MILFs or GILFs or whatever, I got no beef with it. Who am I to judge?”
He leaned back against a nearby pillar, totally relaxed.
Krishna: “Seriously. Who cares? Life's short. So long as you’re not out here hurting anyone, I don’t care what you’re into. Just be chill and live your damn life.”
The group was dead silent. Some of the more nervous students exchanged glances, unsure of how to react.
Raiden, after a long pause, shaking his head: “…Bro, you really don’t care?”
Krishna, shrugging like it was the most obvious thing ever: “I mean, why would I? We’re all here to learn, to train, to be better. What people do on their own time or what they’re into doesn't change who they are as heroes or people. No shame, no judgment. We're all just... trying to figure out our own stuff, right?"
Malachi, chuckling nervously: "Damn, bro. You’re on a whole other level."
Lifeblood, arms crossed, trying not to crack a smile: “I didn’t think I’d ever hear you talk like this, Krishna, but I respect it. Honestly, it’s refreshing to not have to pretend we’re perfect around here.”
Krishna flashed a grin, leaning against the pillar with an almost carefree air.
Krishna, laughing: “Right? People out here got all these hang-ups like they’re gonna be judged. Nah, we’re all human, doing the best we can. And if you like—well, whatever you like—I’m cool with it. You do you.”
Dr. Coby Vigor, still rubbing his temples from earlier, muttered under his breath: "Honestly, he might be the most woke person here… and that's saying something."
Krishna, overhearing him, smirked: “I heard that, Doc. Don’t act like you didn’t low-key agree with me. Plus, I know you’re probably into some weird stuff, too.”
Dr. Coby Vigor shot him a glare, but it was clear there was no malice in his eyes—just an exhausted, exasperated look as if he had given up on understanding Krishna entirely.
Dr. Coby Vigor, grumbling: “Damn it, Krishna…”
The students around Krishna, despite their initial awkwardness, began to relax. The tension slowly melted away, replaced by laughter and playful remarks. Krishna had somehow turned an uncomfortable, judgmental situation into a moment of camaraderie and acceptance. No one could deny that, despite the absurdity of the situation, Krishna was truly an enigma.
He didn’t care. And in a world filled with judgments and impossible standards, that might just have been the most refreshing thing any of them had ever heard.
But Krishna wasn’t done yet. As the group started to settle into the more comfortable atmosphere he had created, he decided to throw a little more gas on the fire.
Krishna, smirking: “Oh, and for the record, if you’re out here trying to have some weird deep-seated fetish for feet or whatever, like… get a grip. I mean, there’s literally no shame in being yourself, but maybe save it for the private chats. Keep some mystery in your life. Can’t have everyone knowing your whole thing, can we?”
The entire group burst into laughter, some of the more uptight students even rolling their eyes in disbelief. But it was clear that Krishna, with his brutal honesty and complete lack of shame, had disarmed the tension. Whatever weird, uncomfortable vibes were in the air had dissipated, and everyone was just a little more at ease.
Krishna, looking around at them with a knowing grin: “And hey, let’s be real, we're all just trying to survive in this world of superpowers and societal expectations. But at the end of the day, you’re you, I’m me, and if we can’t respect that… then what the hell are we doing?”
Raiden, his initial tension melting away, slapped Krishna on the back: “Yo, for real, you’re a wild one. But damn, you make it so much easier to just live.”
Krishna, shrugging with a grin: “It’s the least I can do. Just be cool, don’t cause harm, and live without fear of judgment. Seriously, if you’re not hurting anyone, do whatever you want. Hell, be a werewolf in your spare time for all I care.”
And with that, the awkwardness was officially gone. What had started as an uncomfortable situation had turned into a moment of solidarity, and in a world filled with volatile powers and complex relationships, it was refreshing to know that not everyone had to live in fear of their true selves. Krishna wasn’t afraid of judgment. In fact, he had crushed it with the power of indifference.
The training ground buzzed with energy as everyone began to exchange jokes and stories, their laughter echoing off the walls. Krishna had just done the impossible—he had made them all feel like they could finally be themselves without worrying about what anyone else thought. And for once, the weight of being a hero didn’t seem so heavy.
Krishna, looking around with a grin, finally speaking to himself, but loud enough for others to hear: “And just like that, the world got a little less complicated.”
Scene: USCT Annual Sports Event – The Epic Boot Throw
The event was nearing its climax, and the intensity was rising. The final competition was a highly anticipated face-off between USCT and an opposing school, and Krishna’s classmates were already on edge, preparing for the showdown. In this particular event, the fight wasn’t just about athletic skill—it was about honor, pride, and, as usual, Krishna’s way of doing things differently.
The competition was fierce, with participants using a combination of speed, agility, and precision. But as the match began, Krishna, ever the unpredictable strategist, found himself up against an opponent from the rival school who was proving to be a challenge. The fight was neck and neck, with Krishna dodging every move, his casual demeanor somehow still intact. But his opponent, a tall and imposing figure, had Krishna cornered, and it seemed like this might be the moment he’d finally be overpowered.
That’s when Krishna had an idea. He wasn’t about to let some random rivalry get the best of him. In a moment of pure genius (or sheer absurdity), Krishna decided to use his footwear as his weapon of choice.
In a fluid motion, Krishna kicked off one of his US size 12 boots, sending it flying toward his opponent with incredible force. The boot soared through the air like a projectile, striking his rival square in the chest. The impact sent the opponent stumbling back, completely taken off guard. The crowd gasped, watching in stunned silence as the once-threatening competitor now found himself on the ground, disoriented and defeated by nothing more than a massive boot to the chest.
As his opponent staggered to his feet, still reeling from the blow, Krishna stood there, arms crossed, looking completely unfazed. The entire crowd went silent for a moment, and then, in a split second, they erupted into laughter and cheers.
Krishna, nonchalantly, as if he’d just casually handed over a win to his team, said, “You gotta make sure your kicks count, right?”
The boot, now lying on the ground next to the opponent, seemed like the most important player of the match. The referee, trying not to laugh, raised Krishna’s hand in victory.
Caption for the Meme that went viral:
“When you throw a boot and win the fight. Krishna: A true legend with huge style points.”
People couldn’t get enough of the spectacle. Krishna’s 10-inch feet had already made him a viral sensation, but now it was the sheer audacity of his boot-throwing tactics that stole the show. The memes came in a flood.
One meme read: “The true power of Krishna’s footwear: Proof that size does matter.”
Another one said: “When life gives you an opponent, throw a boot. Krishna for president.”
Even students from the rival school, though begrudgingly, couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.
Later, Raiden couldn’t contain his amusement. As he approached Krishna, he broke into laughter.
Raiden: “Bro, you threw your boot at him?! That was epic!”
Krishna, leaning back with a smirk: “What can I say? Sometimes, you gotta put your best foot forward.”
The laughter and memes continued to roll in for weeks, with Krishna’s legendary boot throw becoming a moment in history at USCT. And as for Krishna? He remained as chill as ever, never letting the chaos of his sudden fame get to him. After all, it wasn’t about winning in the usual ways—it was about winning his way.
By the end of the day, it wasn’t just his feet or his intellect making headlines. It was Krishna—the guy who threw a boot and won a fight.