Nah I'd Die

The school day was mostly normal. Parvat went through his classes, spending some time with Heromi, who, despite being ultra-smart, had been acting strange lately. Today, she actually helped him with some work—not that he needed it.

When she handed him the paper, he pushed it back. "I don't need help."

Heromi scoffed. "I didn't ask if you needed it."

Parvat smirked but didn't argue. Still, he refused to give her any points for it.

After class, Heromi went home, and Parvat thought he'd finally get a break. But then, his phone buzzed.

Mia: "Meet me at the dojo. Now."

Parvat sighed. "Guess there's no rest today."

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At the dojo, Mia was already waiting for him.

She tossed a wooden stick at him. He barely caught it before it hit his face.

"Today's lesson is about turning anything into a weapon," she said.

Parvat raised an eyebrow. "A stick? That's too easy."

Mia grinned. "Then you won't need it."

She lunged at him without warning. Parvat barely dodged, dropping the stick in the process.

"Rule number one," Mia said, "never rely on just one weapon. Your surroundings are your arsenal."

Parvat quickly scanned the dojo. He spotted a towel hanging nearby. Without thinking, he grabbed it and swung it toward Mia's face.

She caught it effortlessly.

"Good instinct, bad execution," she said. In one swift motion, she yanked the towel, pulling him forward, and delivered a light tap to his forehead. "Dead."

Parvat gritted his teeth. "Okay, I get it. Try again."

Mia smirked. "This time, be unpredictable."

Parvat took a deep breath. He had to think. He couldn't just use brute force—Mia was too skilled for that.

His eyes darted around the dojo. A small pile of sandbags was stacked near the corner. He quickly dashed toward them, pretending to trip and knock one over.

Mia moved in, expecting him to fall.

But that was his plan.

The moment she got close, Parvat kicked the sandbag at her legs, forcing her to step back. At the same time, he grabbed a training mat from the floor and flipped it toward her.

Mia dodged, but just barely.

She nodded approvingly. "Better. You're starting to think ahead."

Parvat smirked. "I learn fast."

Mia crossed her arms. "Not fast enough. Again."

And so, the training continued.

Parvat wiped the sweat off his forehead, his breathing heavy. Mia stood across from him, completely unfazed.

"Again," she said.

Parvat clenched his fists. He was getting better. He could feel it. But he still hadn't beaten her yet.

This time, he didn't wait. He grabbed a wooden training sword from the side, but instead of attacking with it, he threw it at Mia like a spear.

She easily dodged, but that was just a distraction.

Parvat had already moved.

He lunged toward a water bottle lying on the floor, grabbed it, and squeezed. The sudden burst of water hit Mia's eyes.

For the first time, she hesitated.

An opening.

Parvat didn't waste time. He grabbed a jump rope, swung it like a whip, and wrapped it around Mia's wrist.

She tried to pull away, but Parvat was already moving in with a knee strike.

BAM!

His knee connected lightly with her side—not enough to injure, but enough to show he had landed a hit.

Mia grinned. "Not bad."

Parvat was about to smirk, but before he could react, Mia yanked the rope hard, spinning him around.

Then—BOOM!

A palm strike landed right in the middle of his chest, sending him stumbling back.

He barely caught himself before falling. "Damn it..."

Mia crossed her arms. "You're improving ridiculously fast."

Parvat took a deep breath, trying to control his excitement. "So, did I win?"

Mia laughed. "Not even close."

Before he could respond, she was already in front of him. Her foot swept his leg, and in an instant, he was on the floor.

She stood over him, smirking. "You're good, but you still lose."

Parvat stared at the ceiling, panting. "Tch... I was so close."

Mia extended a hand. "But you're getting strong fast. At this rate, you might actually land a real hit soon."

Parvat grabbed her hand and pulled himself up. His body ached, but his mind was sharper than ever.

"One day, I'll win."

Mia smiled. "We'll see."

Parvat was still catching his breath from the intense training session when the principal entered the room.

He wasn't alone. Beside him stood a boy—calm, confident, and completely unfazed by the tension in the air.

The principal cleared his throat. "This is Kaito. He possesses an S-rank ability—the power to heal others."

Parvat raised an eyebrow. "S-rank… healing?"

Kaito smirked slightly. "You'll see."

Without another word, he lifted his hand, and a faint golden glow surrounded it. He placed it gently on Parvat's shoulder.

In seconds, the aches, the bruises, the exhaustion—all of it vanished.

Parvat's eyes widened. "What the—?"

Mia stepped forward. "Heal me too."

Kaito nodded and did the same. In an instant, the damage from their brutal training session was gone.

Parvat flexed his fingers, rolling his shoulders. He felt completely fresh—as if he hadn't fought at all.

"Damn… this is insane."

Mia, however, wasn't focused on that. She looked at Parvat with an unusually serious expression.

"I spent a good time with you."****"But now… the time has come."

Parvat frowned. "For what?"

Mia's gaze didn't waver. "Come with me."

There was something different in her voice now. Something that made Parvat's chest tighten.

"The real challenge is here."

Parvat's hands curled into fists. He didn't know what was coming…

But he knew one thing.

He wasn't backing down.

Parvat stood frozen in front of the massive steel doors, his heart pounding.

Mia looked at him, her expression uncharacteristically serious. "I know it's too early for you…"

Parvat frowned. "What do you mean?"

Before Mia could answer, the principal stepped forward. His usual composed demeanor had a grim edge to it.

"This is the time.And to be honest, I don't think you'll come back alive."

Parvat's blood ran cold. He snapped his head toward the principal. "What the hell are you talking about?"

The principal ignored his reaction and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "Let's go to the Dungeon."

"...Wait. What?"

Parvat took a step back, eyes darting between Mia and the principal.

"What do you mean 'Dungeon'? This isn't some isekai anime where I get transported into a fantasy world and have to fight for my life!"

The principal simply sighed. "You'll see."

Before Parvat could protest, two staff members grabbed his arms.

"Wait! I didn't agree to thi—"

They shoved him forward. The steel doors swung open, revealing complete madness.

Parvat barely had time to react before he was thrown inside. The doors slammed shut behind him with a deafening BOOM.

Inside the Dungeon

Parvat staggered forward, catching himself just before falling. His breath hitched as he took in his surroundings.

It was a large, dimly lit hall, with cracked stone walls and the stench of blood thick in the air. Screams and grunts echoed off the walls, mixing with the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

People were fighting.

No, not just fighting.

Killing.

Men and women—some barely older than him—were beating each other to death. Broken noses, missing teeth, dislocated limbs—blood covered the floor.

A man in the corner had his head smashed into the wall, leaving behind a dark red smear. Another was crawling away, clutching his twisted leg while a woman stomped on his back repeatedly.

Parvat's stomach churned. "What the f* is this place?"**

He turned back toward the door and banged on it. "Hey! Open the damn door!"

No response.

No way out.

A sudden chill ran down his spine. He could feel eyes on him.

He turned slowly.

One of the fighters—a massive man covered in scars—was staring at him. His cracked knuckles dripped with fresh blood.

A wicked grin spread across his face.

"New meat."

He cracked his neck and started walking toward Parvat.

Parvat's hands clenched into fists.

"Shit."

The fight was about to begin.