At the break of dawn, we see Saamyn’s house.

  The first light of morning had barely touched the sky. Standing ahead was a tall, black iron gate—heavy, carved with strange designs.

  From the very first look, it was clear this wasn’t an ordinary gate.

  As the gate opened and one stepped inside, the view revealed a wide garden. Lush green trees, neatly arranged rows of flowers, and a small sitting area at the center.

  The atmosphere carried a strange tranquility, as though hidden within it was an invisible calm for the soul. Beyond the garden stretched a black stone path leading straight toward the main house.

  Standing ahead was a three-story house painted in white and gold. From the outside, it looked unique—neither too palace-like, nor completely simple.

  On the second floor, a glass balcony extended forward, while another balcony hugged the corner of the third floor.

  Large glass windows surrounded the house, shimmering as the soft rays of dawn touched them.

  Inside, the first sight was the living room—spacious and modern in design.

  A glass center table, soft couches, and digital paintings on the walls. Everything carried a faint futuristic touch, subtle and not overwhelming.

  The dim, calm lighting made it feel as though stepping inside separated you completely from the outside world.

  Now we see Saamyn. He sat on a soft couch placed on the balcony—before him, the city slowly revealed itself beneath the golden glow of the rising sun.

  His shiny white-silver hair swayed gently in the cold morning breeze, like the waves of the sea.

  His eyes held secrets of galaxies—deep, infinite, filled with an unknown light.

  And within the strands of his silver hair ran streaks of sky-blue, which glowed like threads of gold under the soft touch of sunlight.

  The moment itself felt unreal—Saamyn didn’t seem like a human, but rather a messenger from another world, with time itself paused around him.

  Now we shift to Ymraan’s bedroom. The first thing one noticed upon entering was the massive king-size bed.

  A dark wooden frame, soft white sheets, and delicate golden patterns at the headboard—giving the whole space the feeling of a five-star hotel.

  On one side stood a wide sofa set with a small coffee table, perfect for quiet reading or planning the next day’s work.

  Beside it, a study desk and a holo-screen monitor cast a faint blue glow, adding a modern and futuristic touch to the room.

  But the most striking thing was the wall facing the bed.

  From the outside, it seemed like an ordinary concrete wall. From the inside, however—it was entirely transparent, like glass.

  The garden’s lights, the glow of the moon, and the movements of the night wind outside were clearly visible.

  This wasn’t just a bedroom. It was a reflection of Ymraan’s personality.

  Ymraan lay curled beneath the blanket on his soft bed, like a crescent moon. His face was buried, lost in deep sleep.

  At that moment, Saamyn slowly pushed open the door and stepped in. He saw Ymraan still fast asleep.

  Walking closer, he gently shook him:—“Ymraan… Ymraan, wake up! It’s morning already. We need to go to school.”

  Ymraan sat up lazily against his pillow, rubbing his half-asleep eyes and muttering:—“Do we really have to go to school? Can’t I just skip today?”

  Saamyn sighed with irritation and replied bluntly:—“No. You can’t.”

  Saying this, he turned and walked out of the room.

  Ymraan stayed seated for a moment, then suddenly chuckled and collapsed back onto his bed.

  Pulling the blanket over his face, he whispered:—“Go back to sleep, Ymraan… you don’t need to go to school.”

  Just then, the entire bed jolted with a violent shake. Without any warning, Saamyn had kicked the bed so hard that Ymraan fell straight onto the floor.

  In a cold tone, he said—“Duffer in human form, get up already.”

  Startled, Ymraan yelled—“Hey! Was that necessary? After staying awake the whole night, you couldn’t even let me sleep for a little longer? If I skip one day of school, is the school going to turn into a beggar or what?”

  Saamyn frowned, replying sharply:—“Who told you to stay up all night playing video games? Now hurry up and get ready.”

  As he walked toward the door, he added:—“I’ll prepare breakfast downstairs.”

  Grumbling, Ymraan dragged himself up from the floor, muttering:—“If Saamyn were a girl, I’d just call him ‘Mom.’”

  Ymraan got up and started walking toward the bathroom. The bathroom, accessible through the door next to the bedroom, was sleek and modern.

  The floor was laid with black and white marble tiles, while soft blue lighting shimmered along the walls.

  Upon entering, a large mirror came into view, framed with soft LED lights. Beside the mirror was a door.

  On one side stood a modern, white bathtub, accompanied by essential oils and luxury towels.

  On the other side, a glass shower cabin created a subtle mist as water fell, giving the space an almost mysterious, serene aura.

  Altogether, the bathroom felt like a mini-spa, a place where Ymraan could relax at any time.

  After some time, Ymraan emerged from the bathroom. He wasn’t fully dressed yet, wearing only his school pants.

  His body was sharp and muscular, each muscle highlighted softly by the light.

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  He stood in front of the mirror, examined his reflection, put on his school uniform, and adjusted his hair — his focused gaze and strong physique made him appear completely ready.

  Then, he slowly made his way toward the dining room.

  Though modern, the dining room carried an air of subtle elegance. At its center stood a sleek black, glass-like dining table.

  Eight seats surrounded it, though the table’s design revealed it was extendable. In the future, if needed, it could accommodate up to sixteen people at once.

  The food arranged on the dining table made it clear — this was all prepared by Saamyn himself.

  Not too many dishes, but the presentation and the rich aroma left no doubt — such cooking was only possible for Saamyn.

  Ymraan slowly approached the dining table. His eyes briefly wandered to the seats — arranged in such a way that it seemed as if an entire clan could dine together.

  Suppressing a small smile, he whispered:— “Looking at this table, it feels like a royal feast is about to happen.”

  At the head of the table sat Saamyn, calmly slicing fruit. The gleaming knife shimmered in the light.

  Lifting his eyes toward Ymraan, he asked in a serious tone:— “Did you tidy up your room?”

  Ymraan immediately straightened up, as if suddenly calling onto a parade ground:— “No, I didn’t. But I’ll do it later.”

  After a brief silence, Saamyn spoke again, his voice carrying a hint of irritation:— “Fine... But after school, you’ll clean your room first.”

  Ymraan snapped into a mock military pose and saluted loudly:— “Ok, sir!”

  This little performance lightened the atmosphere at the table.

  Then he sat down and, unable to resist, quickly reached for the food, eating with unrestrained eagerness.

  Saamyn, in a calm and cold voice, said:— “Eat slowly. The food isn’t going anywhere.”

  With his mouth full, Ymraan mumbled:— “We live in such a huge house… If someone saw, they wouldn’t believe that in this twelve-bedroom mansion, it’s only the two of us.”

  Saamyn lowered the knife this time and looked directly at him. A trace of annoyance in his eyes, his voice quiet but sharp:— “You don’t need to talk while eating.”

  After some time, Saamyn and Ymraan stepped out of the house. The streets, bathed in the faint glow of dawn, were almost empty.

  They walked side by side until Ymraan spoke in a slightly annoyed tone:— “If we walk, it’ll take an hour to reach school. Let’s take a shortcut.”

  The moment the words left his mouth, both of them broke into a sprint. Ahead stood a tall wall.

  Without hesitation, Ymraan launched into a Dash Vault — hands pressing against the surface as he vaulted up and over with a swift leap.

  Right behind him, Saamyn moved with such speed that he ran straight up the wall in a Wall Run, then cleared the edge with a flawless Kong Vault, gliding across effortlessly.

  As soon as they landed on the other side, a low rooftop came into view.

  Ymraan used a Speed Vault, one hand gripping the ledge while his body twisted like an arrow across the gap.

  Saamyn leaped higher, catching the edge in a Cat Grab — then with a single pull, he lifted his body up and landed smoothly on the rooftop.

  Next came a narrow alley blocked by a tall bamboo fence.

  Ymraan twisted mid-sprint, planting his foot against the wall for a sudden Tic-Tac, propelling himself clean over the barrier.

  Saamyn, however, took it further—two sharp Tic-Tac steps up the wall before soaring over, spinning into a 180° twist landing that was nothing short of perfect.

  They darted from rooftop to rooftop, each leap and landing blending seamlessly with the silence of dawn.

  The air echoed with the rhythm of their speed, their jumps, the soft thud of their feet against concrete.

  At the edge of another rooftop, Saamyn muttered:— “Keep your eyes open. One mistake and you’re falling straight down.”

  Breathless but grinning, Ymraan replied:— “Don’t worry. If I fall, you’ll catch me.”

  And with that, both of them leapt once again into the open sky — towards school, as if even their bodies were racing against speed itself.

  Saamyn and Ymraan kept moving, leaping from rooftop to rooftop.

  In the distance, a long bridge stretched across the river, its railings glinting faintly as dawn’s light cut through the mist.

  They didn’t slow down for a second. The rooftops ended, leaving only empty space ahead — an open gap leading straight toward the river.

  Without a moment’s hesitation, Ymraan launched himself off the edge. His body sliced through the air like an arrow.

  He caught hold of the bridge railing, swung his weight, then flipped up and landed smoothly on top.

  Right behind him came Saamyn—but his style was different. He didn’t grab the railing. Instead, he executed a flawless precision jump, landing softly on the narrow rail itself.

  The balance was so perfect, it felt as though his feet had never known the concept of falling.

  A few morning cars were already passing across the bridge. The two darted through them like streaks of wind.

  Ymraan vaulted over one car’s hood in a swift Dash Vault, then rolled past another vehicle’s side.

  Saamyn, on the other hand, leapt straight onto a hood, flipped gracefully over, and kept moving — dancing through traffic as though the vehicles were part of the routine.

  On the far side, the city’s tall buildings rose into the glowing morning sky. Without hesitation, Saamyn kicked off the wall with a sharp Tic-Tac, propelling himself higher.

  Ymraan followed close behind, sprinting up in a Wall Run, then catching the edge with both hands and pulling himself up in one strong motion.

  From the rooftops, their race continued. The sun now bathed the skyline in gold, while the city below stirred awake with steam from food stalls and the hum of people rushing to start the day.

  Yet above it all, two shadows — Saamyn and Ymraan — moved as if they belonged to another world entirely.

  A wide rooftop gap appeared ahead. Below, at least five stories down, the street yawned like a deadly abyss.

  Ymraan swallowed a breath, pushed harder, and launched himself across. He landed on the far side with a tight roll, absorbing the impact.

  Saamyn followed — but his style made it look effortless. Mid-air, he transitioned into a Kong Vault, as though he was floating, before landing with perfect control.

  They sprinted forward until the outline of a park came into view. Trees, railings, benches, stairways — the place was a playground for parkour.

  Ymraan grabbed onto a stair railing, swung his body, and let go mid-air, flipping down to the ground below.

  Saamyn, meanwhile, used a tree trunk to execute a Palm Spin, spinning around the bark before landing smoothly on the grass.

  Morning joggers inside the park froze in their tracks. They stared, wide-eyed, as the two boys tore across the park — one moving with raw speed, the other with an almost impossible precision.

  At last, the school stood before them. A tall iron gate blocked the way, but neither of them saw it as an obstacle.

  Ymraan sprinted forward, grabbed the top of the gate, and with a powerful pull vaulted over.

  Saamyn, however, chose style once more — he dashed toward the gate, kicked off it with a perfect Tic-Tac, twisted mid-air into a spin, and landed gracefully on the other side.

  The strange thing was—despite running all the way here, Saamyn and Ymraan’s breathing hadn’t faltered for a second.

  No sweat, no sign of exhaustion. It was as if this speed was their natural pace. The moment they entered school, everything froze — just like every other day.

  In the corridors, in the hallways — wherever you looked, eyes turned toward them. Whispers died mid-sentence, conversations locked in place.

  At one corner of the corridor stood Rayn, Haarun, and Sa’ut. Haarun and Rayn were quietly discussing something with Sa’ut.

  Rayn pulled a faint smile, his voice slightly rough:— “Stupid, you’re Bloodfang’s A-Rank Hacker! And you never once mentioned it?”

  Sa’ut answered in a cold, detached tone:— “Did you ever say anything either? You’re Bloodfang’s Warbrain, and Haarun is Bloodfang’s Weapon…”

  Haarun let a soft smile slip across his cigarette-free lips:— “So that’s why school information always reaches you first.”

  Sa’ut’s face twisted into a devilish grin:— “I hacked the school’s entire database.”

  Just then, a voice rang out from behind. Ymraan’s voice:— “Hello, three idiots.”

  All three of them turned at once. In the dim corridor light stood Saamyn and Ymraan.

  Saamyn’s eyes were cold — so sharp that for a second, even the air seemed to freeze. Ymraan stood with a half-mocking smile, as though the moment itself belonged to them.

  Haarun forced a laugh. His voice was polite, but heavy with tension:— “How are you two? Why so late today?”

  Before Saamyn could reply, a murmur swept across the corridor.

  Every student’s eyes shifted downward toward the hall. It was as if an unseen current had rushed through — students shoving aside, teachers falling into silence.

  They all turned to see the massive doors of the hall being pushed open.

  Someone was stepping inside. The crowd cleared instantly, as though standing in his path would be a crime. Ymraan narrowed his eyes and smirked:— “And who the hell is this clown?”

  Sa’ut lowered his voice, though the hidden respect in his eyes was clear:— “Don’t speak like that. His name is Riyy aev Kazahaya… 2nd Year President of the Council of Crown.”

  The moment the words left his mouth, the air itself grew heavier. The murmurs fell silent—only the echo of footsteps resounded against the hall’s walls.

  Ymraan’s lips curled into a dark grin, that mischievous fire blazing in his eyes:— “Perfect. Now the real fun begins.”

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