"--" He was left dumbfounded at how unhelpful her words were until they resounded in his mind, prompting a cocky smirk from him as he held his blades up in laughter, "Yer' damn right–! I've got this!"
Binna couldn't help but laugh to herself while continuing the string of warhamr-swing combos, already sweating profusely from the stress of constantly utilizing such speedy force with the heavy weapon.
"Stalwart Mountain!" Binna yelled out an incantation.
It was a last mont defensive spell that made her anchored to the spot she stood, increasing her constitution itself but more so aiding her in remaining an unmoving shield against Doh's barrage.
Kid just needs a little push then he's off to the races, I swear, Binna thought.
Just like that, his mind began to race, looking for any opportunity he could or alternate path to reach Doh amidst the stalemate.
C'mon, C'mon, C'mon…! He thought.
He could tell that Binna was already straining herself just a minute into the stalemate against Doh; he was stronger and faster than her, so in turn, she was pushing herself to one-hundred-and-twenty percent in their clash.
Seeing the sturdy woman be pushed so–sweating heavily and beginning to bruise as so of the impacts broke through, he hastened his search for an opening,
Binna still couldn't help but smile just a bit at the situation, rembering those recent words from the enemy:
Am I his mommy or sothing, that's what you said, huh?...Close, I'll give you that! Binna thought.
–
[Four Years Prior]
"You're going to school–no "ifs, ands, or buts", kid."
Standing in the doorway to his room, the blonde-haired girl was dressed in a school uniform herself; an all-black blazer, small red tie, and an olive-colored skirt.
"Knock it off, Binna! I'm tired today!"
The spiky-haired young man lounged on his bed, flipping through a magazine while ignoring the woman, brushing off her words with his abrasive words.
A perturbed vein pressed against the woman's head as she tapped her foot before heading over, plucking the magazine straight from Yeong-Un's hands, snatching it away.
"Hey! I was readin' that!" He reached for it.
Binna smirked, holding it over him as she had the advantage in height, "Ya' can do yer' readin' at school, ya' idiot."
The woman, a couple years his senior, hardly looked to be a role model herself with pierced ears and a nose with a similar piercing–clearly not abiding too well with school rules.
He looked up at her before scoffing, looking away as he sat on his bed.
"...Yer' not my sister. Stop pretendin'. Ya' ain't replacin' her," he muttered quietly.
Binna's eyes widened a bit from his abrasive words, composing herself as she exhaled slowly, smacking him on the head with the magazine.
"Tch…! The hell was that for?!" He held his head.
"Yer' right–I'm not yer' sister. Cho-Hee was too nice. She coddled you too much," Binna told him, "--Now it's my responsibility to correct yer' troubleso ass."
"Huh?!"
His ear was pinched, forcing the young man to stand on his feet as the taller, less gentle woman reprimanded him.
"Get dressed, ya' jackass. I'll give ya' a ride since you already missed yours," Binna told him, tossing the magazine onto his stand.
He stood there for a mont, caressing his reddened ear as he scowled at the woman while she walked away.
"...Damn, fine…" He complied in a mumble.
The less-than-ideal student went into the bathroom, undressing as he brought his school uniform with him.
As he t with his reflection in the mirror, he stopped for a minute as his eyes dimd to a lancholic shade while looking at the scars that were present all across his body.
It happened about a year ago now.
That day where my entire world flipped upside down, he thought.
[One Year Ago]
"You're a real handful, you know that?"
The soft voice talking to him belonged to a young woman with straight, silken hair of a baby-blue shade, lighter than his dark-blue locks.
Her skin was flawless, free of any blemishes with a spring-readied paleness to it, and unlike him, her eyes were a consistent, light-gold. To him, his older sister was the best example of a person.
"Tsk…"
"Another fight, huh…? What have I told you, Yeong-Un?"
Cho-Hee was standing in front of him with a worried look in her pale-gold eyes, using a towel to wipe the blood from his nose and the cut on his forehead.
There were no scars present on his body, but his knuckles were bruised with a throbbing purple and bleeding, mixed with blood of his and not.
"...They were makin' fun of my eyes. Pissed off," he made an excuse for himself.
Cho-Hee finished wiping the blood before ruffling his wild locks with a small smile, a bit to his surprise but he accepted it.
"Be more careful, okay? Even if you won today, you could lose tomorrow. Do you want to stress your big sister out that much, Yeong-Un?" Cho-Hee played with his hair.
"--"
He wasn't able to look her in the eyes when asked a question like that, only shaking his head a bit in response.
"See? Anyway...How about so Bungeoppang? It's sumr now, so the ice cream style is out!" Cho-Hee smiled.
"Really?! I an…sure," he accepted with a quiet mutter.
She's always been like this. My sister is practically an angel. We've been alone ever since I was a toddler–our good for nothing parents up and left us, and Uncle passed away a few years back…left us with enough money to live comfortably, though, he thought.
He was still in middle school, but due to his fiery, unflinching nature, he earned a reputation even among high schoolers in the area as a person who shouldn't be ssed with.
Though, despite his attitude, he wasn't sobody that particularly enjoyed violence. To him, it was a "grand plan":
Beco the most feared delinquent in Seoul, and everybody will be scared to lay a finger on Cho-Hee, he thought.
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