The Masterclass Moves

Julian left the garden with more questions than answers.

Someone had erased Julial from history.

Someone had tampered with Julian's memories.

And now, that same "forgotten" brother was watching him from the shadows.

This wasn't just about the drug trade anymore.

It was about Julian's past.

And he wasn't going to stop until he found the truth.

A Trap in the Hallways

The next morning, the school was different.

The air felt heavy, and the students whispered more than usual. Groups of gangsters gathered in corners, their eyes filled with unease.

Something was happening.

And Julian found out exactly what when he reached his locker.

A folded note was wedged between the vents.

He pulled it out and read the scrawled message:

"If you want answers, meet me behind the gym. Come alone. - N.C."

Noah Cross.

Julian's jaw tightened. Noah was Rank #4 in the Masterclass. He was powerful. Unpredictable. Dangerous.

And now he wanted a meeting.

Behind the Gym

Julian arrived at the back of the gym after lunch.

The area was deserted. No cameras, no teachers. Just an empty space where fights usually took place after school.

And standing in the center—arms crossed, a lazy grin on his face—was Noah.

"You actually came," Noah said. "Guess you're not as dumb as you look."

Julian ignored the insult. "What do you want?"

Noah chuckled. "Straight to business, huh? I like that." He took a step forward. "Listen, kid. You're asking too many questions. About the drug trade. About Julial. About things you shouldn't even know exist."

Julian didn't react. "So what?"

Noah's grin widened. "So… the Masterclass has decided to test you."

Julian's eyes narrowed.

Test?

Before he could respond—

Noah disappeared.

Julian barely had time to dodge as a fist came out of nowhere, aimed straight at his skull.

He ducked, spinning backward, just as Noah reappeared behind him.

A kick slammed into Julian's side, sending him skidding across the pavement.

Pain shot through his ribs, but he stayed on his feet.

Noah cracked his knuckles. "Not bad. You actually dodged. Most juniors wouldn't even see me coming."

Julian exhaled slowly. So that's his power.

Noah wasn't just fast.

He could blink in and out of existence.

Masterclass vs. Julian

Julian didn't wait.

He rushed forward, throwing a sharp punch.

Noah vanished—then reappeared above him, aiming a kick for Julian's head.

Julian reacted instantly, twisting his body and catching Noah's leg mid-air.

For a split second, Noah's smirk faltered.

Then—Julian slammed him into the ground.

The impact cracked the pavement.

Noah coughed, blinking up at him. Then, to Julian's surprise—he laughed.

"Damn," Noah muttered. "No wonder they're keeping you a secret."

Julian didn't respond. His mind was racing.

They?

Who was "they"?

Before he could ask, Noah sat up, shaking his head. "Alright, I'll admit it. You've got my attention. Maybe you're worth keeping alive after all."

Julian crossed his arms. "What are you talking about?"

Noah wiped blood from his lip and grinned. "Let's just say… some very powerful people are watching you."

Julian's body tensed.

Did he mean the Superhuman Mafia?

Or was he talking about—

Julial?

Before Julian could ask more, Noah stood up and vanished.

Gone.

Just like that.

A Warning from the Masterclass

Julian stood alone behind the gym, his fists clenched.

Noah had attacked him. Tested him.

And then, instead of finishing the fight, he left him alive.

Why?

Because of "they"?

Because of Julial?

Julian exhaled, his eyes dark.

Whatever was happening, one thing was clear—

The Masterclass was now watching him.

And that meant…

Things were about to get even more dangerous.