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Lookism :Heavenly restrictions

Wish fulfilment, might drop, will not be strictly following canon, PTJ universe

Aswin_SS_4458 · Anime & Comics
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32 Chs

H-High III(Final)

Kevin Park's POV:

The moment Toji's words hit the air, my heart started pounding like a jackhammer. There it was—the signal. The go-ahead we had all been waiting for. For weeks, things had been boiling under the surface, tensions with Big Deal rising, and now it was about to explode. Today's the day, I thought, adrenaline already kicking in.

Toji had that calm, collected look in his eyes, but I knew him well enough to sense the storm brewing beneath. When he leaned back and said, "Alright, we are meeting Big Deal today" it felt like a declaration of war.

He wasn't the kind of man to waste words. If he said something, it carried weight. And right now, the weight of his words felt like the axe about to fall on Big Deal.

I glanced over at Jacob Myung, standing a few feet away, looking just as amped as I felt. His fists were clenched, his body practically vibrating with energy. We shared a glance, and I knew he was thinking the same thing I was—today's the day we take down Big Deal.

My mind flashed back to the fight that had sealed my fate in the Division. Before Toji arrived, I was the toughest bastard at H-High. Half-Japanese, half-Korean, I'd always had something to prove. I was fast, strong, and clever in a fight. But then Toji came and changed everything.

We fought for an entire day. No one else could last even half that time, but me? I kept going. Blow after blow, my fists bruised and bloodied, but I refused to stay down. I saw something in his eyes during that fight, like he respected me for standing my ground.

But that fight showed me the gap between us. He wasn't just strong—he was on another level, a level I'd never seen before. After Toji knocked me out cold on that final day, I woke up to his smirk. "Not bad," he had said. And that was when I knew—I'd follow him anywhere.

Now, as Toji sat there in his chair, cool as a king on a throne, I couldn't help but feel a rush of pride. I was his right-hand man—or at least that's what I thought. He called me "No. 2," and yeah, it might sound weird to some, but to me? That was a badge of honor. It meant I was second only to him. I didn't need a fancy title or a ranking system like Big Deal or the Workers had. Toji saw me as his number two, his most reliable guy in the crew. That was all I needed.

The guys around us were buzzing with excitement, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Everyone wanted to prove themselves today, to put on a show for Toji, hoping they'd earn their own place in the ranking. Some were whispering about how they could become "No. 4" or even push for a higher spot. I let them talk. They didn't know what I knew. I had already earned my place at Toji's side, and there was no one who could take that from me.

Jacob, on the other hand, was "No. 1," the giant of a man who towered over everyone else. I had respect for him. He was a beast in battle, a wall of muscle and strength, but we both knew our place under Toji. He was number one, I was number two, and the rest? Well, they were still trying to prove themselves.

But today wasn't about just surviving. Today was about showing the world that the Division wasn't just another gang. We were going to take over.

Toji had a vision—he was going to control all of Seoul, and then, South Korea. We were going to be the rulers of this country, and Big Deal was just the first stepping stone.

I cracked my knuckles, grinning as I felt the rush of adrenaline flood my veins. Big Deal was going down today, and Toji would lead us straight into the heart of the storm. My loyalty to him was unshakable. I had never followed anyone in my life, but Toji was different. He wasn't just strong—he was destined for greatness, and I was going to be right there by his side when he took it all.

Jacob Myung's POV:

I swear my pulse spiked the moment Toji said those words."Alright, we are meeting Big Deal today" The adrenaline hit me like a freight train. Finally, I thought. All this tension with Big Deal, all the turf wars and business merges—they'd been pushing us, testing our strength. But Toji? He never flinched. And now? Now he was ready to move, and I knew what that meant.

I was "No. 1," his first line of defense, the guy he called on when he needed raw, brute force. Yeah, some guys would balk at being under someone and being called "No. 1," but not me. Toji wasn't like the other leaders. He didn't hand out flashy titles or empty praises. The fact that he called me No. 1? That meant I was the strongest under him, and that was something I carried with pride. I earned it.

The first time we fought, it was like being hit by a wrecking ball. I'd never met someone with strength like that. I'm a big guy, built like a tank, and I've taken down dozens of other punks who thought they were hot stuff. But Toji? He wiped the floor with me. And still, after I hit the ground, blood pouring from my nose, I knew I was going to follow him no matter what. He didn't just fight to win—he fought with purpose, with something bigger in mind.

After that fight, I had one goal: to be as strong as him. No, stronger. I threw myself into training, pushing my limits every single day. Fights, weightlifting, street brawls—it didn't matter. All I cared about was becoming someone worthy of being by his side when he took over this city. And today, I felt ready. I was ready to show him just how much I'd grown.

As I stood there, towering over the others, I could feel their excitement too. It was contagious. Everyone was thinking the same thing—that today was the day we took down Big Deal. They were the last real obstacle in our way, and once they fell, there'd be nothing left to stop us.

I glanced over at Kevin, "No. 2." We didn't talk much, but there was a mutual respect between us. He was fast, agile, and a damn good fighter.

Every time we fought, it ended in a stalemate—no winner, no loser, just two guys trying to kill each other. Together, we were the left and right hands of Toji, the ones he relied on when things went south. That's how I figured we became No. 1 and No. 2. Not because of favoritism, but because we earned those spots through blood and sweat.

I clenched my fists, feeling the raw power surge through me. I was ready for whatever was coming next. Big Deal thought they could muscle in on our territory, take over our affiliated businesses, but they had no idea what was coming. Toji wasn't just going to take them down—he was going to crush them, and we were going to help him do it.

The other members of the Division were buzzing with excitement too, eager to prove themselves. I could see it in their eyes—they wanted their own ranking, their own place beside Toji. But they had a long way to go. Kevin and I were already there. We'd earned our spots, and no one was going to take that from us.

I was loyal to Toji, not just because he was strong, but because he had vision. He wasn't like the other leaders of the major crews, the ones who fought for territory or money. He had a plan—a plan to take over all of South Korea, to unite the gangs and rule this country. And I believed in that plan. I believed in him.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the terrace, I knew that the time was near. The battle with Big Deal was coming, and I was ready to lay everything on the line for Toji.

We were going to make our mark on this city, and nothing—nothing—was going to stop us.

The Division's Rising Tension:

The entire crew was buzzing with anticipation. Toji's casual words had lit a fire under everyone, each member feeling like today was the day we'd carve our name into the streets of Seoul. Kevin and Jacob, ever loyal, stood as pillars of strength at his side. They had earned their ranks in the most brutal way possible—through combat, through blood, and through sheer willpower.

But what neither of them knew was the truth behind their titles. They thought Toji called them "No. 1" and "No. 2" because they were the strongest, the best fighters in the crew. In their minds, it was a badge of honor, proof of their loyalty and power. They didn't realize that Toji had simply forgotten their names. To him, they were No. 1 and No. 2 out of convenience, placeholders in his mind until something else came up.

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