PART TWO
I'm not afraid anymore | 난 더 이상 두렵지 않아

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The rhythmic sizzle of grilling meat filled the air as Gojo Satoru, renowned for her unmatched fighting prowess, enjoyed a date at a local samgyupsal restaurant with Goo from Lookism. Across the table, Goo watched with growing amusement as a man, radiating an aura of arrogance, approached their table.

"You must be Gojo Satoru. Heard you were having a little soiree. Don't mind if I crash, do I?" The man, revealed to be Gun, slams a hand on the table

Gojo, eyes still focused on grilling a perfect slice of pork belly, a playful smirk on her lips "Another fanboy come to witness the legend of Gojo Satoru?" She flips her hair nonchalantly. "How flattering."

Goo, eyes gleaming with predatory interest has a grin on his face when the two of them went eye to eye after what Gojo said. "Hold on a sec, this is getting interesting! Let the strongest fighter in Japan take on the strong white ghost in Korea! Now that's a show I wouldn't want to miss!"

Gojo, finally deigning to look at Gun, raises an eyebrow in amusement.

Gojo was still smirking: "Strong white ghost, huh? Sounds like someone needs a humbling experience. But hey, who am I to deny a little entertainment after a delicious meal?" Gojo wipes her hands with a napkin.

A savage grin erupts on Gun's face. "That's the spirit. Let's see what this legendary fighting style is all about." He cracks his knuckles, his eyes gleaming with a challenge.

Satoru, her smirk widening, slams her hand on the table, the force sending shivers down Goo's spine. She stood, towering over Gun with an aura of quiet confidence.

Gojo whispered, voice laced with amusement, "Let's make this a bit more interesting, shall we?"

She stood up and stretches Leisurely.

"I knew from the moment I agreed to this little date with Mr. Goo over here that someone had eyes on me." I didn't know it was powerful people. Yeah, Gojo could feel it. Her eyes...

She laughed. "This room might get a little cramped with all this excitement."

Goo, adrenaline pumping, watches as Satoru step outside, her movements radiating a practiced fluidity. Gun follows eagerly, a hungry glint in his eyes.

The fight explodes in a flurry of punches and kicks. Despite not wielding curses, Satoru's speed and technique are unparalleled. She dodges Gun's wild attacks with an almost casual grace, countering with lightning-fast strikes of her own.

Goo's eyes were wide with awe. "Now that's some serious skill! She can read every move and turn it against her opponent!"

The fight continues, a breathtaking display of raw talent and honed instincts. Goo, a formidable fighter himself, can't help but be mesmerized by Satoru's every move. Satoru, despite her playful demeanor, is undeniably a force to be reckoned with.

Gun huffed, a breathless laugh escaping his lips. "This is incredible! I haven't seen anything like it!"

The fight culminates in a spectacular display of Satoru's prowess, with a well-placed kick. Gun, panting but exhilarated, stares up at Satoru, a grudging respect blooming in his chest.

Gojo had a triumph grin on her face. "Well, Gun? Satisfied with the demonstration? Perhaps next time, you'll challenge me to something a little more... challenging."

Gun wiped sweat from his brow, a wide grin mirroring Satoru's "That was one hell of a fight! Consider this a promise, next time we meet, I'll be ready for anything you throw at me."

Satoru bumps her fist against Gun's, the air crackling with a newfound camaraderie. Despite the interruption, their date continues, seasoned now with the thrill of the unexpected battle. Both Satoru and Gun, reveling in the taste of a worthy opponent, knew this wouldn't be their last encounter.

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She hadn't been back to school in ages. Between errands and adjustments (government stuff, no less!), she barely had time to breathe. There she was, sitting on the playground again, ice cream in hand, watching a bird peck at a discarded sandwich.

She kept going back to this spot. It reminded her of a life she could have had, back in the old world.

She stumbles upon the shocking truth: Daniel has two bodies.

But before we get ahead of ourselves...

Back home, emptying her pockets, she felt a familiar bump in her jeans. It was the brass knuckles she'd snagged from Logan, who'd taken them from Daniel. Curiosity gnawed at her – why would Daniel need a weapon? She planned to return them, of course.

At J High, she asked around for Daniel's address. People were weirded out, even more so when she followed up with if he lived alone. Now that was a red flag.

Why would anyone ask for someone's address and if they were home alone unless they had bad intentions?

Gojo wasn't taking any chances. A gun to the head wasn't exactly the welcome she envisioned. After all, if it were Daniel's parents who answered, they might go ballistic, assuming the worst. Gojo had seen parents like that before – a definite no-go.

Finding someone who knew Daniel's whereabouts proved difficult, as expected. But there was one person - a friend of Daniel's, whose name completely escaped Gojo at the moment. (Details weren't important right now. Porbably a name that rhymes with Loo)

With a deep breath, Gojo rapped on the door. No answer.

She tried again, louder this time. Still nothing.

Finally, with a hint of desperation, she turned the doorknob.

Trespassing was definitely not her brightest move, and the potential consequences were looming large. Royally screwed? Absolutely.

But the sight that greeted her was unexpected. Daniel was there, alright, but there was also another person sprawled naked on the floor.

Yikes.

"Hello," Gojo greeted, trying to sound nonchalant despite the bizarre scene.

Daniel's reaction was explosive.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" he roared, clearly flustered.

"Now, now, Daniel, don't be a stranger! Just dropping by to see how my favorite student spends his free time. Oh, hygiene! You never disappoint! But quite boring if you ask me."

Now, to Gojo's amusement, Daniel was also shirtless. While this might have been a different scenario for most, Gojo (deep down, a true gentleman) simply extended her hands, the brass knuckles glinting in her palm. Her expression remained playfully smug: ":>"

"Oh, thank you."

"Don't sweat it."

"And you!" She smacked his head. "Did your momma ever teach you some basic home security? Like, knocking or locking doors?"

Daniel's passed out. Gojo didn't smack his head that hard din't she?

Gojo chuckles under his glasses. "Oof, looks like someone put Sleeping Beauty to sleep a little too soundly, eh?" Gestures nonchalantly to Daniel.

And the other person that was on the ground sat up.

The other person sat up from his futon. "I can explain!" He said, flustered.

"I genuinely apologize-!" Gojo said but then raised a brow to what the other person that was previously laying down said, she raised a tall brow with wide eyes under her glasses. "What...?"

"Uh—" The guy on the ground said, standing up slowly because of his chubby body. "What did you do to Daniel?"

Others might be stumped but Gojo is intelligent. Everyone seems to forget that.

"\Whoa whoa whoa, hold up a sec. Did someone just put Sleeping Beauty over there to nap... permanently?"

And then Gojo smacked that person's head as well.

--And thats why people forget she was.

Daniel woke up, just when the other person fainted. Gojo caught on to this fascination.

"Intriguing. Looks like Sleeping Beauty number two decided to take a nap too. Fascinating turn of events, wouldn't you say?"

"I can explain!"

"Uh-huh." She crosses her arms with a smirk. "Now, now, Daniel, I knew violence isn't the answer... unless, of course, it is, in this case. Let's hear it, folks. This badass is all ears... figuratively speaking, of course."

The revelation hit Gojo hard. Daniel possessed two bodies, and a desperate search for answers consumed her. His primary objective intertwined with another, both leading him down a dark path – the Korean gang underworld.

As Daniel meticulously laid out his situation, a stark contrast to his usual school demeanor, Gojo captivated him with her unwavering focus. Unlike the animated expressions he was accustomed to, her face remained an unreadable mask. It fueled his suspicion.

This country, universe, oozed an unsettling aura. Two bodies. Gangs. Gojo, he realized, was just the tip of the iceberg. Years of navigating treacherous social circles had honed his instincts. He knew there was a far more sinister reality lurking beneath the surface of these gangs.

"Not only that, but there are four of big--, well... three... but—" Daniel stopped to realize there was no response coming from his teacher. "Gojo?"

Silence from her.

"Secrets, huh?" She rubbed her chin. "Like they could keep anything hidden from me. Amateurs."

Daniel knew absolutely what she meant. And he nodded firmly.

Gojo stood up. Daniel watched him expectedly.

"Think you can keep up, slowpoke? Time to see if their defenses can handle the limitless power of Gojo Satoru! Let's go bust some heads..."

"Huh!?"

"Can't infiltrate on an empty stomach, right? Besides, I wouldn't want you slowing me down during our grand entrance. My treat, by the way!"

"Gojo, why are you like this!?" Daniel cried.

"Besides, enough with the Ms. Gojo stuff. Call me Satoru. We're about to be on a first-name basis after I expose these fools," she said with a confident grin.

This was Gojo's initiation into the grand scheme. Workers, the first domino. Hostel, Big Deal, and other factions soon followed.

Gojo already knew Eli Jang as a student. He was rather popular with the girls and it didn't leave Gojo's eyes when he was swarmed by girls alike in the school after periods. Because she's still a professor, and a cool one at that, she still talked to them. Which she often regrets because the effect of the wild fangirls wanting to murder her that instant she walked in.

But hey, she never learned her lesson when the rumors spread about there's something going on between her and Daniel. yeah, what a shit show. But maybe it was because she kept asking students where Daniel lived, and when she came to school, it was the exact same time Daniel came in. they were also talking regularly which other people have took note of.

So what did Gojo do? Nothing but fuel the fire.

She would wrap his arms around Daniel's shoulder, pay him extra attention to class, and make small talk in the cafeteria. What can she say? She doesn't give a fuck. But at the same time, she had to talk to him about what's been happening in the shadows of Korea.

Yes she have heard the kidnapping of a lot of kids. But she didn't know that is also tied up to these gangs. And it was from Hostel. The name striked a chord with her. Hostel...

That was one of the names that Eli Jang told her when she also found out he had a daughter.

She never asked for the info, but hey, by all means Eli Jang could vent if it means it distracted him from cutting Gojo's hair off.

She's kidding. But have you seen what he could do?

You'll find her a mile away.

Eli Jang never thought of Gojo as anything other than a cool teacher. It was weird that she had the courage to talk to him after all that has been going around him. But how they escalated to him talking about his past to Gojo? Well, she knew how it hurts. They met at the playground where the children were, Eli Jang was with his daughter and tried to give her some fresh air and well, that's where Gojo found him.

And she found him indeed.

Gojo was happy when he talked about how he's keeping this child's mother's promise. But when the light memory connected to the dark one by what's happening in Hostel right now, Gojo could piece one and two together and completed what makes Eli tick.

Eli knew how she can fight. Hell, what she showed by time to time in the escalating difficulty of her class was enough, what more if she actually gave out her limit?

And that's how she met Olly.

Eli didn't ask of her to fight with him. In fact, he did the opposite.

But who the fuck cares.

"The name's Gojo Satoru, the one and only! And let me tell you, strongest fighter you'll ever meet isn't just a title, it's a fact. Consider yourself lucky to be gracing the presence of greatness. Now, what can I do you for?"

Olly's feelings towards Gojo are complex. It's a mix of negative emotions with a hint of twisted respect for his power. She came into their base like she wax going to go sight seeing. Ollyenied Gojo for being free. Olly Wang was a fighter with immunity to pain. Gojo was a fighter with a calmness and fluidity unmatched. It was safe to say it was the most satisfying battles ever.

Olly chuckles, "You may be strong, Gojo, but arrogance is your weakness. You underestimate me. Hehe."

Gojo walks towards Olly slowly.

In a way, Olly Wang reminds him of a certain stitched curse.

"Maybe. But underestimating weaklings is a luxury I can afford."

Olly stands and wipes blood from his mouth. "Don't be so sure. This "weakling" is evolving. And evolution can be messy!"

"Ooh, someone's feeling feisty! Don't worry, little grasshopper, I wouldn't dream of underestimating you. After all, you might actually manage to land a hit on me... maybe. Consider it a learning experience for the both of us."

Ultimately you know how that ends.

And for some reason, someone got the "permission" to film all of that. Gojo formed veins in her head when Daniel showed him the video.

"Oh wow! Someone caught that on camera? Looks like I'm trending!" She forced a grin. "Who dared to record this? This is a breach of security and could compromise the safety of everyone involved."

"I don't know, but we need to find them and shut this down."

"You're right. I'll inform someone I know and see if they can track down the source."

Too late, a lot of people saw the video. And let's just say a lot of people wanted to test their strength on her. Her name started to get around.

Among those impressed by Gun's praise of your strength was Samuel Seo. The idea ignited a ridiculous urge within him: a burning desire to fight you.

He finally encountered you near J High, casually buying a drink at a convenience store. Despite not facing him, you garnered his interest with your undeniable beauty. But the moment you turned, your icy blue eyes, legendary throughout the school, locked onto his. The encounter left Samuel unsettled, stirring a dormant bloodlust within him.

Later, during the Type-Two altercation orchestrated by Daniel, you entered the scene, a wide grin plastered across your face.

"Haven't I seen you before?"

"I should be saying the same thing to you," He stared with clasped hands that are propped by the elbows on his desk. "Limitless fighter."

"E-Ew, that's such a dumb nickname." Gojo cringed.

News of the newcomer reached Eugene, and "surprised" wouldn't even begin to describe his reaction. She wasn't what he'd anticipated, yet a sliver of dread snaked its way into his gut. He pressed his hand to his lips, his mind racing as he strategized their next move. This woman was a force to be reckoned with.

"What do you know of this person?"

"Everyone fears and praises her for her speed, sir."

"What makes her different from Goo? Gun? DG?"

"She'll read your mind sir."

"She'll know what your next move is before you know what hit you. Like she can read your mind. I have never seen anyone fight like that. Not even the king of Seoul."

"Speaking of the king of Seoul!" She walked in.

All of their eyes widened.

"I just met him last week, nice fellow."

Eugene forced a mask of composure. His men stood guard, tense and watchful. Without his restraining signal, the room would have erupted into chaos.

Honestly, the king of Seoul...

Gojo, still breathless from his encounter, found him. Sure, Gojo almost ended Daniel back then, but this new arrival intervened and somehow negotiated with the "king." It stirred a memory within him, a pang reminiscent of Nanami.

Despite the situation, the woman maintained a smile as she conversed with Jichang. Daniel spearheaded the questioning, while Gojo wallowed in his own past, unable to mask his emotions. Jichang, finally noticing Gojo's unease, turned his gaze towards him.

"If you keep looking at me like that I think I might melt." He jokingly said.

"You're quote handsome." she quipps.

His eyes widened and gave a sigh.

"But of course, I don't see you that way!" She gave an eat shitting smirk. "Something bothering you?"

JIchang leans back in his chair, a hint of frustration in his voice "Just the usual. Higher-ups breathing down our necks, intel on gang activities drying up... it feels like we're flying blind into a hurricane."

Gojo stops looking far off for a moment. "Hmm, I see. Well, don't worry your pretty head about it. We'll figure something out. After all, we have the strongest on our side, right?"

Jichang stared deeply for a second, before answering. "Strength isn't everything, Gojo. Even you can't solve every problem with brute force."

"Maybe not. But a little optimism never hurt anyone, did it, Jichang? Besides, who knows, maybe this "hurricane" will blow something interesting our way."

Said man doesn't respond, simply stares at Gojo with a skeptical look.

A tense silence hangs in the air for a moment. Gojo sighs dramatically.

"Fine, fine. Back to the soul-crushing planning. But if you need a distraction from your worries, feel free to spar with me later. Just a friendly little warm-up, of course."

A wave of nostalgia washed over her as she saw him. It was a stark contrast to the harsh reality of her situation. She was in Eugene's office, a place where violence could erupt in an instant, a chair away from a potential target. Yet, the smile she offered remained, strained but present.

Don't worry, Nanami-kun. I'll get a handle on it. Always do. Just a moment of weakness, you see. A strong man needs a good vent every now and then, right?

"You don't have to carry this burden alone, Gojo. That's what we have each other for." Nanami said.

Gojo looks at Nanami, a flicker of hope rekindled in his unseen eyes.

Gojo voices out, his voice hoarse, "Yeah... I know. Thanks, Nanami-kun. Maybe you're right. Maybe together, we can weather this storm."

Gojo closed her eyes and land it on Eugene, who, with a wicked smile, watches her expectantly. She gave him a smile of her own.

"Okay! I'm so bored already," She walked over to one of his guards, who weirdly looked like his brother.

Eugene, the mastermind behind the operation to topple Charles Choi, lifted an eyebrow. He was the strategic root of the entire plan, the one who held the key to their ultimate goal. If they ever wanted to escape this life, the burden of success rested squarely on his shoulders.

"Let's play a game, shall we?"

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A / n — Tell me if I had any grammatical errors guys, thanks !